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Nevadi

'Silence!', he cried, but there was none to hear him. The screams faded and left.
Alone and weary, he lay down on the hard ground. The land was arid, and it seemed nothing could survive there. Hot winds blew across the surface, blowing dust into his eyes and wounds. All the soldiers had vanished - as if swallowed by the sudden darkness that consumed the battle in the few brief seconds of it's exitence. He was dying.
The winds changed direction; grew cold, while clouds obscured the burning redness of the sun. It was all grey now. A pale white haired man, cloaked in the colour of midnight came up behind him and from the folds of his garment drew a vial of clear liquid.
He tried to lift his sword to strike the stranger walking towards him, but couldn't, and collapsed with the effort. The man crouched beside him and offered him the vial. "Drink this, it will quench your thirst and ease your pain." Without thinking twice he took the vial and drank the cool, sweet liquid. At first nothing happened, but then the pain from his wounds intensified. His insides felt like they were burning, and they were. It was all over in a few seconds. The vial fell from his grasp and lay on the ground. Some of the liquid spilt and where it seeped into the dry cracked ground, the earth looked saturated with blood.
The stranger stepped over the dead man's body and bent over the vial. He cut the man behind his ear, held the vial to the wound and let some blood seep into it. Then he put it back in the folds of his cloak and walked away, his eyes closed and a thin dry smile on his lips.
"Fools.", he thought.

posted by liquid @ 1:01 PM 0 Comments

Down the blood drenched lane..

of another week, mellow lights and subtle sounds playin, cool clear mornins followed by the stark skies burnt by the relentless sun. I wake up before my alarm rings, but I don't know what time it is cuz it's too dark to see the time on the clock, and I don't want to hurt my eyes with the light from my cell phone..so I lie back and drift between two worlds while I wait, n then wonder..'why?'
I've been drawn back to the days of years long past, with Enid Blyton afternoons and the scent of the earth after the first drops of rain, of rainy days dreaming about an exotic chinese meal while readin Hardy Boys on their quest to solve a mystery somewhere among the Inca ruins, drives on an almost empty highway..somehow rememberin Susan Sarandon n Geena Davis >>i think??<< driving to another state on a highway in 'Thelma and Louise' n wonderin how the concrete must be like in the United States of good roads, times spent at the Wu's when the PS1 was hep, times spent thinkin of walks down an avenue covered with the red and brown leaves of English trees sunlight streaking through the near bare branches.
And it feels good.

posted by liquid @ 12:08 PM 0 Comments

Love on the run...

A warm mellow red, a cool smooth blue, a plain pure white, a host of feelings: serenity; purity.
Synaesthesia personified, auras mysitfied, fleeting moments cherished; I'm holding on to seconds of a beautiful eternity.
Negativity's blinded, perception heightened. Anticipation awakens, patience and reveries soothe it back to sleep.
I could skydive from the moon into the sky of possibility, a smile on my face, singing a song of silence, beauty, truth and grace.
I'm calm; music plays; I close my eyes, lose myself in a purple haze....

posted by liquid @ 11:18 AM 0 Comments