Flesh

Flesh

27 April 2017

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Ahmed closed his eyes frantically as the girl swayed lasciviously in front of him. He prayed god internally that he would be forgiven to have to witness this terrible display of nudity. There was flesh everywhere, inescapable, palpable, exhilarating and nauseating all at once. He checked himself and thought he should whip himself a hundred times at least for allowing this perversion to make him feel exhilaration. He knew he had no choice as this was his heavenly mission, follow and destroy his target, Senator McMillan. He had no doubt that his mission was heavenly as just the last two nights had shown him what evil he should remove from the Earth. It was a bonus to his mission described earlier as mainly the removal of a hindrance to the motion on the reinstatement of free trade with his country which had suffered sanctions earlier owing to the very radical views of its leader. Senator Mc Millan had opposed the motion ferociously arguing that if they allowed such radical leaders to get away with such atrocities committed and with the disguised support of terrorism then there would be no point in applying sanctions in the first place.

 

Senator Mc Millan had a wife and 6 children as he was visibly enacting in his personal life his goal of being an example for his community to further his no abortion campaign. Ahmed thought to himself that this was perhaps the only thing that united him and this man, the idea that a baby’s life was precious. Senator Mc Millan’s life on the other hand was worthless it seemed as he did not really live up to his ideals. A good father and church going, charity funding person in public, he was actually a depraved man who loved to have women in a dance bar step with high heels on his back in private rooms where they danced for him and a few others.

 

What else they did he knew not as he could only see from a distance what was going on and that too behind half closed lids as he felt he could be tainted by watching fully this display of exuberant depravity. Ahmed had succeeded in seducing one of the waitresses at the bar and she had let him in on the secret life of Senator McMillan one day as well as given him access so he may view this himself one night. He had made her believe that he was a journalist and that he was in love with her, would marry her and respected her too much to have any form of sexual contact before they were married.

 

The barmaid, Amanda, was elated to have found her knight in shining armour. Every day for a week now she had waited breathlessly for his arrival when it was her time to go home and surely enough there he had been, escorting her to her residence and then kissing her hand before saying goodbye. She could hardly believe her good fortune at having found this absolute gem of a human being who was so knowledgeable on a vast number of subjects and always so humble as well as so caring in introducing her to all these concepts.

 

When she had first confessed that she had barely made it to high school as she had had to work after the death of her father, he had become very emotional mentioning that education should be a basic human right and that all people should be entitled to get to at least university level without hindrance. He had mentioned at the time that if he had his way, things would change hugely in society. He had talked with such passionate intensity that he had seduced her even more and it was therefore without the slightest qualm that she had broken the golden rule of privacy she had maintained at the bar for years and allowed him into the inner room.

 

On the third night he visited the bar’s inner room, he told Amanda not to stay in the room after she had escorted him in and she agreed although slightly fearful that he might step out of line if she did not keep a close watch on him. He had promised however that he would only take a few pictures and nobody would ever know that she had been the one to allow him in. She left as he started drawing out small boxes she presumed were tools for his photography from his knapsack.

 

As soon as Amanda had left, Ahmed started putting together the mini-bomb kit. He wanted to make sure that all the occupants of the room were killed and not just Senator Mc Millan. He did not think they deserved to die with him and had therefore decided at the beginning of the week not to use his suicide vest but just to put it in a corner of the room. He moved stealthily across the floor to the other exit Amanda had showed him after securing the bomb under one of the tables.

 

The group of men and women were so engaged in their activities that hardly anyone noticed him. Ahmed went through them, eyes almost fully shut, shying away from the display of flesh. He could not help but notice again that there was so much flesh everywhere, white, pink, rosy or reddened by streaks of what seemed a whip. A chill went through him and his forehead broke into sweat as he thought back to how he had whipped himself for straying and another image of a whip on pink offered soft fleshy skin crossed his mind like a lightning bolt and he shuddered with a mixture of pleasure and horror at that thought. He was glad it would be soon over and he would never have to think about this again.

 

As he reached the other door, he quietly let himself out and engaged the detonator’s mechanism. It was set to just twenty seconds as he knew the charge was just enough to blast everyone in the room and he would be safe behind the solid door. Only a small oval porthole in it allowed one to see through it. Just seconds before the room ignited with the blast, he saw Amanda enter it from the other side looking for him. A chill ran through him and he closed his eyes as the blast shook the ground under his feet. When he opened them again, there were pieces of flesh on the porthole. He knew he should be leaving fast now as the police would soon be there and the bodyguards were running towards the place from the other side. Like in a dream, he opened the door and looked into the room. He could not distinguish in the pile of flesh on the ground what belonged to whom. He saw pieces of what was probably the short black skirt that Amanda wore and knew that the pieces of flesh there must be some of her. He knew he should leave but he wanted to find the rest of her. He was not sure how to distinguish the pieces. There was flesh everywhere. He closed his eyes but could still see flesh everywhere under his eyelids.

 

Ahmed’s walkie talkie buzzed as his friends wanted to congratulate him on a successful mission. It was not every day that such a junior member of the team got to bring down one of their heavy weight targets so quickly. Their leader had initially hesitated to send an unexperienced young man into the field but Ahmed had quickly convinced him with his intelligence and strategical thinking. Besides, most of them were already known to the police and none of them would have got this close to their target without being noticed. The walkie talkie kept buzzing but Ahmed did not answer it. He did not move either but remained prostrated on the floor, his eyes seeking pieces of her.

 

When the police finally came, they found him in the same position. They had an inkling that he might be involved in this and he was anyway their only suspect for now as nobody else who did not bear identification was anywhere near the room. Ahmed allowed himself to be hauled up by the policemen. They seemed to be asking him questions but he could barely understand what they were saying. All he could focus on was how much flesh was all over them. He blinked, attempting to cancel out those vast stretches of skin from his mind’s eye but he could only see flesh. He blinked again trying to remember what Amanda’s face looked like when she turned towards him with a smile but all he could see was pieces of flesh.

 

One of the policemen answered the walkie talkie which had been buzzing again and realised that Ahmed was indeed a terrorist and that his friends were waiting around the corner to retrieve him from the location. The whole group was caught in no time and tried for acts of terrorism. During the whole trial, Ahmed remained mute while his friends yelled out death threats to the prosecutor and the judges, warning them with all hells fires if they sentenced them. When the judge came to the question of whether any of the condemned had anything to say and it was Ahmed’s turn, he looked at the judge blankly and upon the repeating of the question, he screamed “Flesh, there was so much flesh. It was everywhere, everywhere” before toppling over, unconscious, frothing at the mouth.

 

When he came to again, the guards hissed at him and told him that he was going to be fried in a few days, just like he had fried all those innocent people inside that room. Every day they made sure they came in and described to him how he was going to be friend while they brought him his meals. Ahmed did not answer anything but just prayed silently in his corner until they left and then ate some of what they had brought. On the final day, when it was time for the execution, they came for him jeeringly, expecting him to give in to fear finally but it was the same indifferent Ahmed that met their eyes. They pulled him across the corridor slightly more brutally than they pulled other prisoners who were going to be executed. He was not just a killer but an emblematic loathsome figure of a society that they did not understand and abhorred which practiced a radical and prehistoric version of a faith they could barely begin to fathom.

 

When they started securing his bonds, he closed his eyes, only opening them again after they had finished securing the bonds holding his head against the chair. A tremor passed through his frame and his eyes glazed over with tears as he saw Amanda on the glass pane in front of him. He had only known her for a week but a million images of their times together jolted through his body at the same time that the electricity surged within it. He wished he had known her earlier and perhaps then, he would have truly married her and taken her to his village in the mountains where they could have raised pigeons and babies and he could have taught in the local school. Perhaps after all, it was love that was the answer to all that hate in the world as she had told him once, her hand soft on his. He could smell the burning of his flesh while he experienced the searing pain in his loins. He closed his eyes again, his eyelids imprinted with the face of Amanda, no longer pieces of flesh but a fleshy landscape of love as she turned towards him, her smile restored.

 

Aphrodite – Stive Morgan

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

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Happy days remount

Happy days remount

20 January 2017

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Two to share

Burden of knowledge

When hearts drift

In mind rift

Abundance not in spendthrift

Meaningful places

 

Attention

Span ordinary

Woollen gloves

For the doves

The spells chanting what he loves

Builder of flurry

 

Three to keep

The slope winding deep

Into grounds

Life abounds

Solitary mind resounds

Flesh of Heart weighs pounds

 

Four ensnare

Fates of lines we share

Mind of hare

Brittle bare

In the fields of wilderness

Rabbits left out care

 

Five to weep

Sand twixt toes doth seep

Time to sway

Games at play

Winners sheltered gone astray

Needle in the hay

 

Six to count

Up down paramount

Silk mitten

For the kitten

Spinning wheel we now recount

Happy days remount

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Feed the birds – Julie Andrews

Chim Chim Cheree – Mary Poppins & Bert (Julie Andrews and Dick Van Dyke)

Step in Time – Mary Poppins & Bert (Julie Andrews and Dick Van Dyke)

It’s a Jolly Holiday – Mary Poppins & Bert (Julie Andrews and Dick Van Dyke)

Let’s go fly a Kite – Julie Andrews David Tomlinson

Stay Awake – Julie Andrews

Corpses dance alone

Corpses dance alone

6 January 2017

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Renewed dreams

Complexity seems

Sole measure

Soul treasure

In stretching the circle’s beams

We stitch at the seams

 

Their breath stale

With invented tale

Displeasure

In pleasure

Deciphering head from tail

Diving to inhale

 

The mind own

Synapses to hone

The pressure

In leisure

Moving within flesh to bone

Corpses dance alone

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Seven days of falling -EsbJörn Svensson Trio

From Gagarin’s Point Of View – EsbJörn Svensson Trio

Eighthundred streets by feet – EsbJörn Svensson Trio

Error is Human

Error is Human

20 December 2016

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Stick measures

Prodded cattle’s spine

Wine and dine

Meat so fine

Red more than colour brandished

Choice that mouth relished

 

They feed us

Darkness in a spree

Jerking knee

Fear to flee

Heart knows more than what eye sees

Willful chance to seize

 

Consume me

My flesh wanton gift

Mend the rift

Spirit lift

Still the hunger in the heart

No souls to depart

 

Lost pleasures

None in mind to hate

Check me mate

Bid me spate

I will waters overcome

For my Kingdom come

 

They see us

When we split in three

Hollow sea

Trinity

Casting net to kill disease

An evil to cease

 

Reveal me

Of thunder in dust

Earthen crust

Steel in rust

See in me anew the man

Error is Human

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Rise like a Phoenix – Conchita Wurst

Promise of the Fall

Promise of the Fall

24 July 2016

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All is spent

Efforts and prayers

The Dragon

Uncovers

Scales and gills under layers

Mistaken for flesh

 

Blue genies

Sing of oncoming

Nocturnal

Silent flights

When we will roam into nights

Deeper than cyan

 

Man lion

Keeper of the sun

We are one

Under oath

What seeps in one seeps in both

The blazing branches

 

Dining smoke

Ribs a black anthem

He inhales

I exhale

Withered lungs flailing ribcage

Burning in the rage

 

The regrets

They serve no purpose

The chest dark

The heart white

Intervals give me respite

Between mighty breaths

 

In due time

My rhyme will explain

The meanings

Of the pain

When the dewdrops will recall

Promise of the Fall

 

Reading of the poem: 

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A matter of Time – Dillon

Your Flesh against Mine- Dillon

Lightning Sparked – Dillon

Surreptitious

Surreptitious

12 July 2016

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It is done

The numb look away

The good cry

The bad smile

The music goes on a while

Before curtains fall

 

Bleak recall

Bis repetita

Non placent

Moving on

The art of dramaturgy

Through comedy’s peaks

 

Twined effort

Compounding inches

Of the flesh

Quarter pound

The quakes in hundreds resound

Of flailing senses

 

The garish

In hues of Toulouse

Colours me

Split rainbows

Released in dreams nightmarish

Fascinating haunt

 

The boys taunt

The stray kitten meek

Their eyes cruel

Their minds fuel

Imagination Hydes seek

To play with the prey

 

Wilting zone

Surreptitious play

For undead

Kingdoms rise

Survivors none the less wise

A black crown to hone

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Curtain falls – Blue

Sorry seems to be the hardest word – Blue feat. Elton John

Elements – Blue