Blue Moon Special

     Jessica arrived late home again. Not that it mattered, she was well over 18 and her parents never really did mind what time she came home, even as a young girl in high school the freedom she enjoyed was envied by all. They only asked one thing of her, not to bring anything "weird" home.

     Life sometimes puts us in different places than expected when we are but young-lings. This time it's no different. She can still feel him on her skin.

     She puts her jacket on the rack next to the door, and slowly walks through the hall into the kitchen and up to the ice box. From the fridge, she grabs a sealed bag of juice and some string cheese, the crackers are in the pantry next to the stairs. On her way up she snatches a couple of packs and stuffs them into her bag. She crawls up counting each step, always 31 of them.

     She passes her parents bedroom, and what used to be her brothers room. He's gone now, after spending years following the Dead and other bands, he finally settled down with the girl of his dreams. A hippie momma who loves him as much as he does. She smiles as she passes the door littered with Steal Your Face and Phish stickers. She reaches her room at the end. 'Ssica is scribbled on her door along with Les Claypool and some of the very same, yet uniquely different stickers.

     She lightly closes the door behind her, and puts her bag on the floor next to her bed. She walks up to the mirror and checks herself out. Her light blue top has slight sweat under her armpits, even in the cold Ohio weather she stills sweats sometimes. It all depends on how nervous she is, how much she dances. It hugs her body, she seldom wears a bra during the summer, though with the cold season she often does to keep herself from pointing at anyone without her knowing.

     A bandanna is keeping her hair from flowing over her face, her soft dreds are growing in, just about shoulder length. It was around this time last year that she started them. Her brother gave her all the tips she needed to get them going. He had his for years, and now she wanted to rock out the wookie look. Her curves accentuated her hips just enough, her brown pants hung close to them, though as she slipped them off it was easy to see just how well they concealed her shape. Her legs, for a hippie, were shaved and smooth. She liked them that way, just like her armpits. No one enjoyed being clean like her. Spending time on the road taught her to enjoy not just a shower, but her bed.

     She took off her bra underneath her shirt, not that anyone was looking, she just enjoyed sleeping with a top on when it was cold. Otherwise, it was usually just her underwear. She threw herself onto the bed face first into the soft pillow were she exhaled a sigh of relief. It's so good to be home.

     Grabbing her juicy juice, crackers, and string cheese, she settled down to watch some cartoons. Nothing like some comedy late night to pass the hours before she passes out. There really isn't much to do tomorrow, school is out, and she's just enjoying her time off. Her mind goes back and gets caught up on her past. Much like anyone, she likes to fancy a different turn out for certain events in her life. She feels the cold bead touch her neck, she leans into it.

     He gave this to her, that man. He asked for one of her beads, and she willingly gave it to him. They shared a kiss, a moment, a breath. Yet, even though it's all she had of him, besides some conversation, she felt a connection to him. She hoped they'd run into one another someday, share a drink, maybe a kiss again. It's weird the things the mind will sometimes think up, the places one goes when in thought. Never mind that, she thinks to herself. They'll probably never see each other again.

     She feels a bit cold, and covers her naked legs with her covers. Her green underwear and top just aren't cutting it at the moment. She shuts off her television, and turns off the light. She snuggles up to her pillow, and curls up to sleep. She dreams of a blue moon, and a car wrecked by a disco ball. She sees his brown eyes, and hugs him tight. For some reason they are floating, far above in the sky. The air passes by them, their dreds are flying everywhere. She kisses him, he kisses her, the clouds clear from the moons path, and it's light shines upon the two lovers. Something inside her tells her this is it. She holds him tightly.

     "I Love You."

Sour Girl

It must feel wonderful
to hear confirmations
of all the deceitful things
you like to say about yourself.

Too bad it was just anger,
and it wasn't really meant.
Otherwise they would have
made you right,
and on this instance
one simply has to disagree.

Because even though this happened,
teacher,
a lot was learned from you.
Though the paths chosen are different,
still kindred and rebellious spirits we are.

Sometimes it's too hard
to hang on to some bits and pieces
of a friendship lost in diatribes
and hateful spite towards others.

Not knowing what really happened
was something that had bothered me
for some time until I decided it was all over
and it never mattered anyhow.
The things I've learnt from you.

I've learned to deal with loss
And although
You're not the first to walk away
you wont be the last.

Such is life,
when they live it too much
and such is love
when one feels too much.

"What I miss is
the first night we met
we danced together
to this band jamming Fire."

It's those moments,
holding a hand for a minute
before it's taken away.
because it felt too right,

endearing
bodies keeping each other warm
during the cold of night
until the break of dawn.

Wrapping onto one another
forgetting about the world
and just breathing in
the soft petals on my fingers.

If only you knew
the words and worlds I felt
but you pushed away

because I could see right through you
and I could tell that your light
shone bright and strong
and you didn't want to hear it.

It was too much to be loved.

Now sadly you aren't near

and you wont be any day.
It's well past 2 a.m.
and it will be forever soon
since last I thought of you
until today when I realized
that I'll never forget
the taste of your skin.

The soft caress of your hair.

Late one afternoon on a summer eves day

                In the distance lays the metropolis. A buzzing and glowing giant, and although it's a sight of awe and wonder, it makes for disgusting fumes and a nauseatingly odorous run off capable of killing all it touches. Its coasts are littered with plastic refuge, most of the animals found living anywhere near it, if not sick are dying, so few actually able to survive. The oceans surrounding it are filled with poisoned fish; yet, you can still see small boats heading out to collect them every day.

                Within this metropolis there lays a town in waiting, one which is no different than any other town inside this heaving monster. It has corrupt politicians, police who seem like they just don't give a crap about the real crimes that are affecting people, and an array of citizens angry with their place in the world yet unwilling to change anything for themselves. Unfortunately, not being angry enough to do something about their lives, and scared just enough to qualm any thoughts of insurrection. These Sheeple are as easy to herd as the next bunch.

                The only thing that sets this town apart is its central park. It hosts an ancient Oak forest, all in the middle of its downtown area. It makes for quite a contrast in sight. High rises can be seen through the green blotches where blue once seemed to dance. This huge forest was held in high regard by all, even some of the thick headed humans knew there was something special there.

                Sometimes you can hear the old wood creak and shift with the strong winds that seep through the buildings and streets, you always knew when a gust had passed through the forest, it was so fresh, so sweet to the senses. Its breeze would sweep past your ears, as if trying to communicate, calling out for anyone to listen or willing to hear its ancient secrets.

                Within the forest on this particular day, there was a young man who was searching for his face. You see, he had lost it, and couldn't find it at the moment. He knew he'd left it here somewhere... Behind the stump? Nope. Maybe under that moss? Guess again. He remembers sitting right here, eating the mushrooms, and then all of a sudden it was gone. That was over 3 hours ago, yet he could not find it. Surely, his roommates would notice should a drastic change in his appearance occur.

                 "Hey man, you alright? You look a little off..." said Steve, his shirt was flowing with light, the air blew swiftly by.

              "Yeah, I kind of lost something...” He kept looking around, checked his pockets, under his shoes. “I just can’t find it.” Allen said.

                Steve just stared at him. Through his eyes Steve was exploding into light, his visions were as real as ever. He didn’t know what he could say to express how he felt at that moment as he sat under the shadow of the ancient oak wood. The wind told him not to worry, and as the tree nestled his body with its roots, he knew that all would be well. If only Steve could have known what Allen did then, he would have been much more tranquil.

                Allen knew this lack of self wouldn't do. He needed to find his face, and he needed it quick. What would he do about work? Could he really just show up without his face? How would they recognize him from everyone else? Suit, tie, and shoes, there wasn't anything too different about him and the others, except his face, his id. How come he'd never thought of this before? At a time like this too.

                Stumbling through the woods, he trips over a stump and lands faceless onto the ground. After slowly getting up, he realizes that there is something stuck... to his face! It's a bunch of pine needles and moist dirt. He must have landed on his face right where it had fallen! THE GLORY! Our faceless hero had now stumbled upon his own lost image. He could again feel his lips, the lubricating sensation of his eyelids over his eyes, and the wind as it rushed by.

                Those could easily have been the worst 3 hours of his life. He'd never felt so helpless, he had never expected to be loosing what everyone else viewed to be him. At the same time though, he noticed a lot of things about his ways and those around him that downright scared him. He got a chance to break away, and see it all from above.

                As he looked around, he could envision the shadows still messing with his head. The space between the trees seemed to go on forever. Light creeped by, it appeared as if time itself slowed down to a crawl. Time and space bent in an arch that seemed to explode in an upward curve. He looked up, and a Rainbow stretched far over head, hanging over the forest line slowly expanding into the city. He felt it was for him, for at this moment a great calm came to him. His heart beat like the thunderous roar of a steeds rhythmic hoofs in his chest, not fast though, but he could feel the pressure over the whole of his body rising just a little bit. Or was it the pressure around him, either way, he felt something.

                Air rustling, seemed to go around him, there was something there. Moving about him, he could feel it. Fear didn't over come him at all, it was an excitement of sorts. His heart still pumping strong he saw the shadow that was cast by one of the oaks ancient limbs turn into a shape, one that went around and around him until it slowed down like elastic and stopped in front but a meter from where he stood. Her blue eyes pierced through his soul, she seemed to float as she got closer to him. Her mangled green rags gave off no smell, all you could sense was a fresh human scent, pheromones. She lifts her soft white hand, and touches his face. Her lips curl into a smile, he smiles back. LOVE it permeates everywhere, it’s in every creature, every place. He can feel the radiating warmth of her touch, the connection that every being, ethereal or not, had with not just each other but the whole of the world around them. They don't speak, it's not needed. Her lips inch closer towards his, their eyes close as they meet. Molecules between them become compacted, and electricity is exchanged. Suddenly, she explodes into a million fractals of light spreading through all directions around him, within him. He drops back into the soft earth.

                As he lies there, staring at the heavens, he thinks of this image. The girl, the kiss, the magical and mystical energy he felt. Could it have been part of his trip? Or was it real all along. He doesn't know. He does feel an aching in his heart, hoping that she will return to again.

                In these woods there is a young man, who has found out something about himself. Creaking and waving, the trees bid their farewell as he hikes his way out. They will miss him, he will miss them. It's always like this.

                In the city, where politicians steal, and the police meant to protect the people turn a blind eye to social injustices, a young man makes his way through the street. There is something different about him, the light seems to be just radiating from him. Outwardly, onto all around him. He smiles at a crowd who seems a little down. After he passes, they seem to be telling jokes, laughing and having a good time.

                This metropolis is the host to many things. Lies, hate, truths and love alike. Somewhere within it, there is a place for people to go back to their roots. A place where people can let go of their egos, and contend with the realities of the world around them. Truly face themselves, and allow for something greater to visit them. A love of pure essence, something forbidden for its purity and ability to awaken.

                Don't turn a blind eye to truths that lie before you, destroy your ego in order to see that which really is. Awaken your third eye.