Enough!

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desk

He’d had enough, more than enough! He just wanted it to end. He looked morbidly at the pills, pills, to sleep, pills to stay awake, to offset his stress levels, pills to adjust effects of other pills. It would be easy enough, a beguiling inner voice said. But what of his family, his few remaining friends?

That’s the coward’s way out, he told himself. Whatever else he was, he was no coward! Besides he didn’t really want to die. He wanted to live. But this existence, this endless matrix he found himself in, this was not living; it was a slow and painful death. He glanced at his “prison” hanging in its immaculate plastic wrappings, the crisp lapels, expensive cut, to hide a slowly disintegrating physique. It defined who he was, restricting him to a role, (an ugly one at that).

Angrily he grasped the hanger flinging it aside. He eyed the pills. Hell no! Gathering them together he tossed them into the black steel bin beside his desk. Something stirred within, rebellion! There was no one to tell of his decision, the immaculate penthouse apartment was empty, devoid of life, but deep in his heart a flame had kindled. Ignited, it devoured the dross, enlightening his surroundings. He would live once more, and through him others.

He sipped his coffee, feet propped triumphantly on the creamy white desk veneer, as he watched the sun rise.

Volcanic passion.

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from September 2014

Song Bird Songs

volcanic eruption

When earth can endure no more they burst forth, erupting into the air in a blaze of sulfuric passion. Forces confined neath solid depths breach the bedrock of the status quo bursting forth in a wave of destructive fury. Forces of nature, long years held in check, shift rock and stone to explode forth in fury, fire kindling nature as tree and bush ignite in a blaze of ferocity. Scarlet flags wave on the air as voices rise in crescendo. Earth cracks as minions from inferior levels blaze forth in their upward flow to pinnacles of power. They cannot be confined forever, see them blaze down the slope of freedom a lashing tongue of flame to all that withstand them.
At last the torrent is silent, the earth stills, air cools. Life can begin again. Steam rises from blackened ground as forces, once fluid, solidify becoming the new “upper crust”…

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Volcanic passion.

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volcanic eruption

When earth can endure no more they burst forth, erupting into the air in a blaze of sulfuric passion. Forces confined neath solid depths breach the bedrock of the status quo bursting forth in a wave of destructive fury. Forces of nature, long years held in check, shift rock and stone to explode forth in fury, fire kindling nature as tree and bush ignite in a blaze of ferocity. Scarlet flags wave on the air as voices rise in crescendo. Earth cracks as minions from inferior levels blaze forth in their upward flow to pinnacles of power. They cannot be confined forever, see them blaze down the slope of freedom a lashing tongue of flame to all that withstand them.
At last the torrent is silent, the earth stills, air cools. Life can begin again. Steam rises from blackened ground as forces, once fluid, solidify becoming the new “upper crust”, after a while fertile slopes spring forth in life, innovative ideas, new minds, new investment. Homes are rebuilt, land resettled and allocated. Cows graze in peace where once lava flowed, but beneath the soil forces of buried resistance develop, pressure builds.