The Road...

Jerry awoke that morning to the sound of the water dripping. He rose to a seated position and took a moment to take in the new day. The room was small with not much in it. There was a window that looked out onto the empty street. Directly to the right was an old relatively bare roll top desk. On the opposite side of the room was a tiny closet full of clothes. Jerry stood and he threw on a white tee shirt and a pair of jeans. He crossed the room. Opening the window he peered out and looked around as if looking for somebody. It was cold outside. The fog had settled down making it impossible to see across the street. Shutting the window Jerry sat at the desk and pulled out a small leather bound book. Opening it he began to read.

"We weren't forced to leave. It was a personal choice, but that doesn't mean it was the right one. What were we to do? Dad had pasted, Mom was on her way. She was slipping and slipping fast. No longer responding to us, she was muttering gibberish. This was exactly how Dad's case had progressed. Next she would begin to get irritated by light, and then sound. After that she would stop eating. The final step was death."

Jerry looked up. Staring out the window he closed the book. With the sound of dripping water in the background, a tear dripped down his cheek. Leaving the room he walked into the small kitchen area that consisted of a small micro wave, hot plate, a mini refrigerator and a few cabinets. He opened the fridge and reached in to find it was empty except for a bottle of water. After pausing for a second he grabbed the water and returned to the bedroom desk. He set down the water and reached for the book.

"As we followed the road the fog started to settle in around us. It engulfed us in its cold mist. We continued on in silence. I knew he was dying to say something, but he couldn't bring himself to talk. I don't know if he will ever forgive me for making him abandon mom, but i am all he has now. We followed the power lines hoping to find shelter in which we could stay. The fog wasn't letting up. Off in the distance he saw a shape through mist and at that moment we was gone. He ran as fast as he could towards it. I yelled after him but he didn't slow. I took off at a sprint to chase him down and the next thing i know I see a tree. The trunk was slightly slanted to the right and the leaves formed a cloud like shape. There he was sitting under the tree leaning against the trunk."

The fog outside the window was getting thicker. Jerry buried his face in his hands. He took a minute and then he rose. Dragging the chair behind him he crossed to the window. With the book in hand he sat and stared out the window into the white abyss.

"We were separated. He's lost. He needs me. I don't know what to do. I found a city in which I am living, but it is completely deserted. How could this had happened. We were following the power lines, and the fog had thickened. Thats when we heard it. The faint sound of foot steps from behind. We ran and the next thing I knew he was gone. I've been getting horrible head aches lately, coherent thoughts have been getting scarce, and I think I'm starting to get a fever."

Jerry closed the book and placed it on his lap. Tears rolled down his cheeks. With his hand on the cover he raised his head and muttered to himself, "My dear sister. I'm sorry."

Hello?

ACT I

Scene 1

Stage is dark

MALE VOICE:

Hey! Anyone there?

FEMALE VOICE:

Hello?

MALE VOICE

Oh thank God! What happened?

FEMALE VOICE

I don't know the lights just all of a sudden went out.

MALE VOICE

Well I see that. But why?

FEMALE VOICE

How am I suppose to know?

MALE VOICE

Can you fix it?

FEMALE VOICE

Do I look like a electrician?

MALE VOICE

I don't know it's pitch black. For all I know you could.

FEMALE VOICE

Oh so your calling me ugly huh?

MALE VOICE

No... I said I can't see anything! How could I know if your ugly or not. And hey who said that electricians are ugly

FEMALE VOICE

Woah! Hey! Calm down! I was just joking!

MALE VOICE

Oh

(beat)

Ha

Lights up. They are in a bookstore on opposite sides of a book shelf.

FEMALE

Hey would you look at that we can see again.

MALE

Well... actually im blind.

FEMALE

Oh my God! Im so sorry I had no clue.

MALE

(laughs)

Got yah! I can see perfectly fine.

FEMALE

(laughs)

So you do have a sense of humor. That's good.

MALE

Well I'm not that boring.

FEMALE

So what brings you to the romance section?

MALE

Huh?

FEMALE

The romance section of this bookstore?

MALE

Oh! huh. I didn't even notice. When the lights went out I just started wondering around trying to find someone.

FEMALE

Well here I am. You found someone!

MALE

Yes I suppose I did, I'm Chris by the way.

FEMALE

Scarlett nice to...

Cell phone rings

SCARLETT

Oh I'm sorry I have to take this.
Hello.. Oh... Yah I'll be right there!
Sorry I gotta run nice to meet you Chris.

Scarlett exits with out Chris ever getting to see her.

CHRIS

Nice meeting you too...

The End

Who be the Fool?

Found this question in my Moleskin notebook. I do not remember writing it, but its very thought provoking in my mind.

Why must man be a fool, when the fool himself be a man?

In Life...

In Life...

Things lose meaning, but gain Truth...

Things lose Truth, but gain meaning.

Flowing through life like a leaf in the stream.

Going without a care in the world.

Experience it through the lens of your own life.

Be who you are, but open yourself to alternative lifestyles.

Be who you want and not who you need to be.

Cards

As I sit here at 2 am on a Wednesday morning I am playing with a deck of playing cards. Cards have always fascinated me as long as I can remember. I first encountered them as a child playing card games such as Go Fish and War, but then later found them to be a tool through which I perform. As I began to learn to manipulate the cards and practice slight of hand I did not stop to think what they meant. A deck of 52 cards is so common place these days that you can find them in just about any store. They are used in many games; therefore, are usually titled playing cards, yet they originally stood for something completely different.

A deck cards can be thought of as a calendar of sorts. There are 52 cards in a deck, which correspond to 52 weeks in a year. The two colors in the deck, red and black, stand for the to halves of the year. The summer solstice and the winter equinox. Four suits in the deck are the four seasons in a year. The the 12 face cards correspond to the 12 months in a year. Thirteen cards in a suit are equal to 13 weeks per season. And finally if you add up all the pips in a deck they equal 365, which is the same number of days in a year.

With all this cards become a lot more than just a tool to play games with, but a measure of time. Each individual card stands for something different: A different week, or month, or season. Gypsies used to use cards to read peoples fortunes. Now I know what your thinking, Gypsies scammed people out of money. Yes, there were a few that did, I am sure, but I do believe that a lot of them actually knew what they were doing. With each card being different and corresponding to a specific time and/or message, these people were able to a pretty accurate reading.

For all these reasons and more cards will always have a special meaning to me. I do not pick up a deck of cards without thinking what they mean. So next time you open a pack of playing cards to play a game or do a magic trick for your buddies, remember that what your holding in your hand is a lot more complicated than just 52 pieces of paper with numbers and pictures on them.

Alexander

The day passes with the speed of a stallion, as the hours move with the tortose stride. As sun crosses the sky behind Apollo's horses, the current flows through the trees with the grace of a swan. The wind caresses the leaves with a gentle breeze.

In the middle of this clearing, next to a stream, lays a boy. He watches the clouds as they slowly float through the air. This was his sanctuary. While others find safty in a fortrise, wisdom in books, and trust in God. He finds safty in the trees, wisdom in the land and trust in nature. How could he ever leave this place that taught him so much. Yet in a few days time he had to. He knew things were changing, but would they ever be the same?

Alexander awoke to the sound of screaming, it was still dark outside but he could see light on the horizen. As he ripped open the front of his tent he saw the flames.

He rushed to grab his sword, but he didn't even bother to put on his mail or armor, it was to late. He ran at a full sprint to the stable and threw open the doors. He mounted his horse, there wasn't time for a saddle. As he rode towards the blood red horizen he could only hope he got there in time.