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sleep


Silence….
Destiny’s calling ….
Playground rocking
Children playing
Head swaying
Battling menace
The wind sweeping
Rocking the cradle
Resisting peace
Close your eyes
…and fall asleep.

Jose A. Clavell ®

To get full effect or grasp, please listen to Eric Whitacre’s “Sleep”

Rubies over Canvas


Silver lover enticing
Enchanting sound your
Me reflection at my looking
As you follow I unto the white land
winds Autumn fly with clear crystal
snow. Rubies canvas drop on the white
pink ice crystals Warm on a body slither
You arrive too late.
Too it late was
turn Can’t back.
Whishing embraced me you
as the last cloud of life l e f t
Tell you I must
sorry I am…
gems My
too fall, Embrace last
at last… Will I
you see soon? Together at last
as Chopin’s Maestoso Allegro in E minor
falls to the sky.

Listen to Chopin’s Piano Concerto in E minor Op.11
(First Movement)

Not like this


Just another day, getting home from the uni. I open the door to the house and I walk to my room. Just as I lay my bag and books down they are summoning me. I put on my comfy clothes, since I knew this was going be longer than I suspect. As I reach to the table, I see her in a black blouse and jeans with black shoes, alongside her I see him with a blue shirt with white vertical lines, saggy jeans and worn black shoes that are ready to fall off. “As you may know what the problem is… he just told me that we have to relinquish what we didn’t want to relinquish” She said in a somber tone, bowing her head as her bangs cover her face. Only nodding in response, I sit quietly waiting for the verdict.

Knots fill my back as the sound of silence lurks its head. The staring contest begins as fire consumes me and I slam my hand on the espresso table and the centerpiece falls and the sound of water dripping serves as a backdrop to what nobody expected to hear.

“Don’t YOU have anything to say, you made this mess and you don’t give a damn, do you? You’re just waiting for her to solve all your problems again, aren’t you? After how many years? 40? 30? You are a lazy ass man, who doesn’t even deserve to have her? Every mess you make she just cleans it up for you and you never appreciate her, or even thank her for all that she’s done to you!” He just sits there in silence as I bark and scream, never looking at me… just at the espresso table as sobbing ensues around me-

The young man with black hair, approximately 5’9’’ breaks the silence: “What’s done, it’s done. We have to live with the consequence of the actions he committed. Everything will be all right just- (screaming at the top of my lungs) Why do you say that, YOUR life hasn’t been like mine?! Your life and hers (pointing to the 34 year old woman, eyes full of disbelief) doesn’t even compare to what I’ve lived through. You only visit once in a while, only when you actually give a shit. She visits almost everyday but I on the other hand, I am and always be the one whose stuck here in this situation! You say you will help but the reality is that you DON’T. You- “This wasn’t supposed to happen… this… this…” Said the 50-year-old woman. “I never thought this would happen to me… to us… where and what are we going to do? There is no place for us. This is the last place they can take… Why are they taking it? This wasn’t supposed to happen… Why?… Why? “Sobbing hysterically making everybody silent. The man with the blue shirt looks at us and just says “I’m sorry”. He stands up and leaves, turning on the TV. in the room beside us.

Characters:

50-year old woman

34-year-old woman

Man with a blue shirt

Man with black hair

19-year-old man

Pandora’s Box


Crisp green pasture surrounds my silhouette
The Sun’s fingers roam through my gleaming silver mane
Pondering on the extracurricular that begins at 3 o’ clock
Talking with my trusty blue soldier
As from the wrath of the gods a box wildly appears from Zeus’ homeland
And I approach softly, my trusty stead in hand

Around Pandora’s box I go,
Caressing it softly with my tail
Contemplating the thought of opening the box,
Just to see what secrets it will unfold

Humble and gratefully the carcass lays
Silent and obedient
He now knows his place
As he silently confesses his every whim
Silver, Gold, Rubies and Amethyst contrast the emerald grass
Just like a pirate with its treasure
I cherish it as my own…

Screaming and shouting my name
I wake up from my treasure filled sleep,
Covered in the jewels I robbed
Showing no mercy as my masters shouts
I knock them down, I get on top of them
my deathly white daggers scrape their face
Whiplash fills their bodies
As I triumphantly waits for my next victims

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