The Adventures of Yonvich and Goulaf (begin)

Under threatening clouds, stood two brothers, waiting to get into Kew Gardens.

"Yonvich, why are we here?" Goulaf asked.
"Goulaf we are here to see the worlds largest blooming flower," Yonvich replied.
"Why do we want to see a flower?" Goulaf asked.
"So we can say we have seen the worlds largest flower," Yonvich replied.
"Next please," said the teller.
"We would like to see the worlds biggest flower please," Goulaf said.
"14 pounds ," the teller said in response.
Grabbing their tickets they walked through the gate and into the Gardens. In their home country of Bochlovachia nothing was ever as green or beautiful as Kew gardens. There were enormous trees of every kind, growing so high the tops were hidden in the clouds. The grass was so thick you could lay down without leaving an imprint. It was a paradise that the brothers had never experienced before.
"Yonvich! Yonvich! What strange world is this?" Goulaf asked.
There was no response. Goulaf turned to look at his brother. Yonvich stood like a marble statue,with his mouth half open a trail of spittle seeping from the corner of it. Goulaf marched over to his brother and smacked his face.
"Yonvich are you okay?" Goulaf asked.
Rubbing his face Yonvich replied, "I'm fine, the gardens just surprised me".

T0 be continued:

Plaque

Ancient streets
Sore feet
Baaaaaaaaaaa
Waaa wa wa waaaaa
Rustling leaves
Whispering trees
Baaaaaaaaaaa
Waaa wa wa Waaaaa
slow
down
please
Baaaaaaaaaaa
waaa wa wa waaaaa
they have showers,
a very nice set up
Baaaaaaaaaaa
waaa wa wa waaaaa

Music in my mind

Music fills my mind. Over and over it plays, bursting my brain with it's unholy concoctions. I wish it would stop. STOP. STOP. STOP. Images and colors swirl around, awkwardly trying to dance to the murderous melody. It is a disease that rides my mind. It rides my mind all the time.

A Real Man

Yesterday I helped out my friend with a bunch of yard work. It was a little strange for me to be so willing to help him, growing up I hated yard work. But I was helping a friend, plus I was going to be able to use a chainsaw. I guess it was mainly for the chainsaw. We went to pick up the chainsaw. The owner was a single lady and the chain was off the saw. Neither of us had used a chainsaw before, so we didn't know how to put the chain on. We asked if we could take it to a hardware store to have someone put it on. She scoffed at us. Then she said, "you don't need to take it in. You can walk up to almost any man in the neighborhood and they'll know how to put it on". We realized then, that neither of us were real men. We had no idea how to put a chain on a chainsaw. Luckily there was a real man living next door to this lady. He generously helped us get the chain on and then demonstrated how to use the saw. Eventually we had both used the saw. Then the chain came off. Deciding I wanted to test my manhood, I put the chain back on myself. It worked. I can use a chainsaw and put a chain onto the saw. So now I can truly say I am a real man.

I know how the earth was created.
Once upon a time, a long, long time ago the earth was a huge jawbreaker. One day God decided that he wanted to eat it. So he stuck it in his mouth and began to suck. He sucked and he sucked, but like all jaw-breakers it changed very slowly. So God just kept sucking. Frustrated by the slow progress he took it from his mouth and glared his wrath upon it. Then a sudden understanding came to him. He realized he was looking at a most precious piece of art. His jawbreaker had transformed into a miraculous, half eaten, masterpiece. "I will name you Terra Firma, for you are exceedingly hard to change," he said. He licked it and stuck it into space. Then he proceeded to create the other planets in our galaxy. But the earth was his first so he saved something special for it. He sent his children to live their mortal lives on the surface of the Terra Firma or Ridiculously hard jawbreaker as I like to call it.

If you want to know how he created the oceans just think about how you change a jawbreaker.

Flying

I dream of flying.
Mostly it is gliding.
This sailing through the air,
leaves me without any care.
I'll swoop and swirl
droop and curl.

Then birds jealous of my jaunt
will ask, "what do you try?"
"I am flying," I will shout. "I am flying without any doubt".
They reply, "eventually you will fall. First you will stall, then you will fall, fall, fall".

Looking down, I see the ground.
My lungs compress.
My stomach rises through my chest.

Alone I'll lie, fallen from the sky,
trying not to cry.
My broken wings lie nearby
encrusted,
encrusted with my alibi.

Running

Swirling blues and greens, reds and yellows, colors of every kind. Constantly forming different patterns, shapes, and sounds. Every blade of grass, every slab of cement is unique in ways untold. A heightened awareness of the surrealistic environment emanates through every fiber of the universe. This isn’t a Picasso or Michelangelo; this is a different type of masterpiece. This is running.
With an untold fury our bodies scream. They warn us of how close we are to the source of all things. In those precious moments we reach a potential hidden inside all of us. We become one, not many, but one magnificent world. The chaos and stress seep from our beings. Peace saturates everything, from head to toe. No longer do we worry about tomorrow, instead we focus on the present.
This wondrous experience won’t be priceless. Our bodies pay for every passing second. Fiery side aches will be our plague, as well as torn muscles and bruised feet. For many the price will be unbearable, but that isn’t a mistake. All of life’s greatest treasures have hefty fines.
Eventually our bodies will tire. The moment will pass. Once again we will awaken to the noise and the distractions. Although we awake, never again will we go back to what we were. We will feel a longing to experience the sense of cohesiveness once more. This longing will come from the very depths of our soul. How can we refuse, once again we will embark upon the perilous adventure of running.