Work in Progress

The Everglades were beautiful. Luscious greens, electric blues, sunset yellows, soothing violets and deep crimsons. The birds chirped their joyful songs, complimenting one another as they flitted from one perch to another. The ground was soft; deep, moist and spongey moss hugged the ground. The yellow Phoenix flowers gave off a unique ash like smell, it was something quite special. The trees had that earthy pine smell and the lightening flower gave off very odd aroma indeed, it was likened to the honeysuckle with a hint of jasmine. The whole of The Everglades was rife with enchanting smells from one corner to the other.

Luna was a regular visitor the The Everglades. Most of her waking hours were spent here; walking, reading, learning, dreaming and yet, the secrets within were yet to reveal themselves.

Luna was making her way to her favourite spot, the old Oak, passing the lightening flowers - they only grew in one particular area. They were are either side of the path and overhung slightly. Luna extended her arms to reach either side of the path and brush her long, delicate fingers across the tops of the flowers. She'd heard the village elder talking about the magic properties the lightening flowers possessed but she took no notice in such nonsense. Her fingertips began to tingle and the sensation darted up her arms, across her shoulders and down her spine. The hair stood up on the back of her neck and she felt exhilarated. She broke into a run, arms and fingers still extended to capture the feeling again. Faster and faster she ran and harder and harder the feeling electrified her body. She felt alive and powerful.

All of a sudden, seering hot pain bolted through her neck and dropped her to the ground, the impact cushioned by the moss. She couldn't move. The pain moved up into her head and a piercing high pitched squeal engulfed her ears. Everything went black. The pain had rendered her unconscious...

A Nightmare Saviour

The last bus home is my saviour. If it were not for this humble gentlemen driving this over-sized, glass box, I would be walking. Well, I use the term "walking" loosely. I would be battling the elements, taking on Mother Nature in her raw form.

The last bus home is my nightmare. If it were not for the drunken man falling asleep, with slurred words of wisdom in his distant land, a pungent smell of alcohol (which, by the way, I served to him not forty minutes ago) and stale piss... Were it not for him, I would have had a pleasant ride on the midnight carriage.

Sleep well, Father.

On Death's Shoulder We Cry

Midnight runs through my veins,
Midnight embraces my twisted soul.
I long for Earth-shattering rains,
To cover my dark patrol.

I cannot be seen, I cannot be heard.
However, my friend, it is you I come to reap.
No matter how mean, no matter how absurd,
It is you, my friend, that I hear weep.

I have many names and many a guise
But fear not, my friend, for today we only dance.
Look yonder, for there sits your demise
But fear not, my friend, for today we only dance.

Midnight will become thy kin,
Midnight embraces thy twisted soul.
Beware, the ice beneath wears thin.
To stay alive, my friend, is your only goal.

The Drug Dealer

 My life so far, has been reduced to becoming a drug dealer. I see that you are slightly shocked but interested as to why I would openly admit that I am a drug dealer. You need not to worry, I am not your average weed runner or crack head, no. I sell high-end, legal drugs. The police, inadvertently, hate me and others like me. For I am a bartender.

You go about your Monday to Friday, nine 'til five jobs, go out clubbing at the weekend and nurse a hangover on Sunday with a heart constricting, English breakfast. You should be cursing me for that but you don't, do you? And do you know why? Well, let me enlighten you; You go out with your friends and you go out for one reason - getting so drunk that you don't remember how you got home, why you woke up with no bottoms or underwear and a used condom staring at you on your pillow. Am I close? No? Okay, so that may only be aimed at some people but, if you ask yourself, thruthfully, it isn't far from the truth.

You don't curse the barman for serving you the drinks. You text your friends and say something along the lines of, "Wot did u do to me last nite!?" However, little do you know, I am the thorn in your side, the brass band in your head, the vomit beside your bed. I am your demise when you go out to "have a good time". I am your drug dealer.

Life

Whispers of old, whispers of new
Please, prick your ear and take a pew.
This age grows dark, this age grows wild
But with light and peace, together, my child
Together, we can write history anew.

Secrets of old, secrets of new
Please, prick your ear and take a pew.
Time is against us, time is on our side
Do with it what you will, my child
For judgement day shall take his last ride.

The truth is out there, the truth is in here
Listen carefully, judgement is near.
Questions unanswered, answers unquestioned
Listen carefully, judgement is near.

Listen carefully, judgement is...