colourblind

A rebellion not against life but those long streaking shadows that drag it down from purity, taint the world we know.
Savoring dreams of perfection as to not let his mind be enveloped,
A lover of women for their strength and minds. Attitudes so akin to ours yet so very distant in all its formality. Women, the mothers of salvation and calm.
Raw emotion the torch he holds aloft, to lead himself across the night. But with the brightness attracting the attention of all, good and bad, the light fallen across his face for the world to see the man he is. Hear the words he speaks, the words he carries, bound together page to page.
Here the rhythm with the words, the flow of language in their text.
Puzzles pieced together once scattered upon the ground. Dare to be careful, these problems not solved of force and brutality.
The love lost, pasts burning holes in fond memories. A pain written in love upon a mighty heart. Weighed heavy with longing. A heart lead by a head so wise. Knowing the heart to well, of its moods and manuscripts, thoughts so dark and lonesome, but in time lightened by joy of highs unknown. Struggle the lows and savor the highs,
The monster he sees himself, the hero he longs to be. A man wishing never to be forgotten but fighting to not live in the past. To put behind him that which has made the man we see. Horrified by war, the throwing of young men and women at each others bullets. Senseless he can see, for how do you fight for peace when there is no peace to bring. All the energy we have for destruction can he simply ask you to use this to save us all.Torn from college, short of fruition. The tears felt and shared. Cut deep by deception.
The wolf he feels Yearning for the freedoms of the wild.
The majestic world his spiritual animal. Grace and power he possesses yet still staring longingly at the birds in the sky no ties to the earth. Their shoulders unburdened, and spirits free. No mourn for them to suffer. Never to waste the day

when phones ruled the world

He sat on the front steps of the derelict pub. Hunched over his pride and joy. A shiny new phone. Buttons that weren’t actually buttons and electronic gadgetry of all varieties amazed him. Glee shone heartily on his face. The rhythmic click,click,click(even if he noises were synthesized). A whir of fingers on sleek plastic. He trolled the screens searching for entertainment. He found endless depths of useless trivia and even more ludicrous applications, none of which seemed to have any reason for existing other than to distract from life. Sharply focused and unblinking, this was his heaven and nothing else mattered to him anymore. The world was dead to him now.

Decisions cause collisions

A sudden jerking Flinch
Hard turn on the steering wheel
A stomped loaf to the accelerator
He is thinking of turning
Across the oncoming traffic
My long held attitude
Of let’s wait and see
What will result of this?
Thinking without reacting
This shall end badly
Breaks and tyres
Screeches and cursing
Safety ends up resulting

Not dressed accordingly

I’d forgotten my I.D. I’d made it all the way to the train station before doing so then so a quick return was ultimately necessary. As I pelted past the small park on the corner near my block of units I drew everyone’s attention & a few hushed comments. None of them had ever seen a sight quite like this before I’d expect. A very tall thin man head to toe in emo symbolism furiously running up the path. My shoes had started to undo and were sliding off and slapping around producing substantial amounts of noise. It was also affecting my smooth running style making my gate look quite awkward bordering on special. I got inside and grabbed my stuff. I felt reassured that running back past them would be an easy way to put everyone’s mind to rest. To show I wasn’t just some weirdo and wasn’t running from danger or towards trouble. It was just a case of being completely inappropriately dressed for a short unexpected burst of jogging. I arrived back at the station just in time to see the train pull away from the platform. The decision was made that catching a taxi was fine by all. I sweated furiously all the way to the pub.

helsinki underground bar

Down by the wharves in old Helsinki town we venture out for a night of infectiously good times, heavy music and weighty scores of drink. Our first stumbling block. It was no longer metal club. The financial crisis forced alternative bars to retreat to the safe ground of generic. This pleases those who had come under mild protest ne end. 1/2 litre tumblers of hoegarden filled the tables. A bar made of nooks and crannies surrounded by a jumble of walls and pillars in dispersed with tables of all sizes. A staircase at either end of this maze. One lead up to the street. The other to the toilets. Both seems to be used for the same purposed judging by the smell. The stroll home highlighted by the pirate ship restaurant on one side and red brick church on the other perched high on the towns only hill.