Human Plain (original)

Not everything end in sadness, not everything ends in pain, oh where do I begin to explain, that we humans exist on a plain.

A land so rich yet volatile, because the wealthy and corrupt extract the skins from crocodiles, dig, dig, dig away the Earth and suck it dry of it's life force.

The folly of Man, they have no real plans, the endgame is inevitable, all the best to the imaginal cell's who clean up after the dinosaurs have fallen and died, they tell folk tales and scary stories to baptise the young, yes indoctrination still goes on but the stories they tell, they tell the tale of lies,

Yes there's good out there, hard to see yet rarer to find, there's paragons and renegades a plenty to be seen but which is right, the King or the Queen?, we'll never know for sure the questions and answer's we long for, we'll never get everything explained because it's not quite possible in our current settling, for there are those who do the science and those who don't, people who challenge and people who don't,

It's all the same to us regular folk tho we are not anything of the same nor are we regular for that matter, there's people now hearing the sound of pitter patter and those hearing the pitter patter of gunfire, gunfire in front of them or gun fire on the TV, whatever you are doing, I hope you take this all in and make your own meaning and decisions and I hope you are satisfied with the bit that you are doing, there's only one life on this game but rest assured this is no game, you are fighting for your life!

Peculiar Unfamiliar

There I was laying in bed when suddenly I felt a tug a great tug upon my leg. A great force of strength that pulled and pulled til I hit my head. 

I landed on the floor full of darkness and nothing more. I questioned my surroundings to which my door was taking a pounding. It startled me greatly as I crept gently toward my door in this darkness evermore. 

I open the door to see nothing there just the darkness that is around me but something has found me. No one would be here now surely, I'm just lonely. Must be in my head apart of my dreams as nothing is what it seems. 

When I lay back in bed I heard quiet nothing is said. Until I hear someone under me crunching bread. I thought this is it the evil dead! 

How wrong I was, when a rat ran out and made me shout. That was when I stood up out of bed and walked through the darkness that never ends to turn on the lights to clear my head. 

For it is then when I put my hand on the switch I feel a breeze and someone whisper in my ear "This'll itch". 

I stagger in shock and retreat back to my bed under my covers, that voice was like my brothers. For then my body started to itch so I panicked and hit the switch to have my lights flicker and quicker for me to see a figure, standing in the corner with something in their hands. 

Left in a paralysed state of fear as they drew near with a weapon in their hands I started to cry and beg "why?".  To no avail the lights stopped flickering and turned on as soon as the being has pressed against me. 

Now they were behind but I could not see as I was blind, I heard a voice so softly. "Jacob calm down its me" spoken ever so sweetly. It was my wife Josephine there to help me. 

Despite our problems she is here for me supporting me like a column. She sat me down and whispered "It's all in your head" so calming and charming the way she used to say it best. 

Then I come to wake up in sweat realising she's at rest. 

I fight myself everyday at the struggles of life, can't see which reality is right. 

For now my child I bid you goodnight.

Written by: Scott Jones

29/01/17 5:30am