Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Erupting on the inside

Crawling out of the sea of darkness,

To reach a beam of thin light that changes everything.

Triggering a domino effect around you,

That changes it all.

It stimulates a feeling of hope erupting inside you like a volcano.

Bubbling and pouring out on the land around you,

Burning the land, creatures and people you know.

Creating a new beginning,

A chance at a change,

A chance at a new life,

A chance to live again.

To be your true self,

A chance to fulfill all your desires,

To be the master of your own fate,

The creator of your own pleasures,

To fulfill your own destiny,

All begins with a positive change,

Like the blooming of a rose

You’re given the change to love again.

The cat and dog By Mike Noel

I sat by my fire that night.

Roasting my legs. The fabric of the pants I wore would warm in the thickness and I would feel good for awhile. It would feel good as my arms and back got cold. My legs would warm me through transduction or so.

I looked out yonder hither and I beknownst come a beast.

He looked upon me and purred a savage rest.

“Why come you!” I shouted out into the unforgiving dark.

He purred some more and sat just outside the firelight.

I know the cat that stands a dog. I know his affliction for I was once was. I was once.

And his eyes glittered strong against the moon, watching me.

The chicken, I pulled out of my pack, intrigued him but he did not move.

I pulled my skewer against it but still the hyena did not budge.

I thrust my pull into the fire and we watched the heat spoil it. And yet I knew better.

As I pulled it away, steam rolled off the top of the spike and the blacked edges of meat. You could tell that the meat was cooked through. ‘When its black, it’s done’ as cooks used to say.

He looked on.

I smelled the chicken and took a bite.

He looked on.

I looked upon the meat and decided a friend was worth the belly. I pulled the meat off the skewer and laid it cleanly on the ground. I could still eat it here.

The hyena looked up, and laughed under its breathe.

And I thought, oh no. He has finally found me in this dark, against this light.

And the beast walked forward casually. As if expecting no less than you and ate the chicken quietly.

A single look up in gratitude was enough for me.

I wept the night.