Kind of a Big Deal

This is a random monologue for possible character in a story I want to write. Feel free to critique or whatever…

Jeremiah (James) Hempton(Temp name)-

They say all people got a heartbeat, but I ain’t never felt mine

Day in, day out, pumpin’ blood and oxygen

That’s what they’re supposed to do

But what do I got?

…Nothin’

You might say “Well boy, how do you go about your day when you ain’t got no heart?”

And I’ll tells you plain and simple like

“No need for a heart, when there ain’t no blood for flowin’

“Blood is what them happy folks got, blood is what them ‘Normal’ folks got”

Then you’d give me a wild eye look, like you’s about to question what I said

But I’ll stop you…

And tell you plain and simple like

“People like that, well they got something keepin’em here

“Blood is like a bond to something greater;

“I ain’t got nobody; I ain’t got no reason to be here;

“I got no blood”

You might think about tellin’ me how blood and hearts got nothin’ to do with that

But I know how it is with you people

Always lookin’ at things literal like

…I should post stuff on here… where is a muse when you need it? I’ve written two songs (More like a short song and a song-and-a-half), and found two poems in my notes just laying around. I would post the poems but I feel like they won’t sound right unless they are actually spoken. So I’ve arrived at a problem…

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Let shock and awe be your stable

Just fill up their craw with lies and fable

Lead them astray like a great bloody baron

Or force them to pray for mercy from Charon

Let them eat cake

Let them eat cake

“Shaking and breaking and aching away

The night will never turn back in to the day

My lines of love have broken in twain;

The truth is this night will drive me insane”

Let them eat cake

Let them eat cake

Make those divine be cast down from light

Leave those who are blind to stand up and fight

Demons of hell like Botis and Cresil

Will live and dwell with you as their vessel

Let them eat cake

Let them eat cake

“Frankly my dear, let me be clear,

There is no chance in HELL you’ll make it in here

My body disheveled, my mind bedeviled

With the demons of hell all roused and reveled”

Let them eat cake! (No!)

Let them eat cake! (Stop!)

Let them eat cake! (Be gone!)

Let them eat cake!!!

A crude intro

This is a poem

Not that you really could tell

Seeing as you’re blind

An Idea

Life’s just teeming with

Hate, despair, sorrow and strife

But there is some hope

The Lesson

Friends and family

Make life a little better

Even at its worst

Something New

When life is a mess

Just look at the little things

And things will seem right

At one time The Black Sea stretched across our land, blanketing it with such a darkness that the people of our land lacked any sense of direction, hope, or love. For they had nothing to guide them, nothing to sooth their worry, and nothing to warm their hearts.

Three Great Wizards were summoned from The Land Once Forgotten. Each carried a wooden box, finely decorated with gold and silver. Three children of our land ran toward the Three Great Wizards.

The First, a little boy, stared with great intent upon the Blind Wizard. He leaned in close and whispered to the Blind Wizard “All my life I have been lost, for no matter where I look I see Darkness.” The Blind Wizard knelt beside the boy and opened his wooden box; for inside the box was a bag filled with sand. He whispered to the boy that he was to take this sand as spread it all over the land, and when he did this the sand began to glow. Then The Stars Shone. All throughout the land twinkling Stars fell upon the ground, some Stars shone brighter than others; the brightest of these was called The North Star. With these lights the people began to make shapes and used them as markers to help guide them in their land of Darkness. With this gift the people now had a sense of direction and were happy.

The Second, an older boy, tugged on the robe of the Crying Wizard. The boy wiped the tears off of his face and said “My father died before I was born, my mother died when I was young, and all my siblings have died of loneliness. I am afraid that I am not strong enough for this world and that I too will die a short and sad life.” The Crying Wizard knelt and opened his wooden box; for inside the box was a bottle of blue water. The Crying Wizard told the boy to find the largest most beautiful stone he could and pour the blue water on the stone. When he did this the stone began to glow, letting out a dim blue light all across the land. Then The Moon Lit. When people saw The Moon they believed anything was possible, and there fear was erased. With this gift the people now had hope and were happy.

The Third, a young women, kissed the face of the Heartless Wizard. The young women began to weep and uttered “For all my beauty and elegance no man of this land has ever dared to lay his hand upon me, my family keeps far from me and curses me as cold and unloving, and even the kiss I have laid upon you was one of lies and untruth.” The Heartless Wizard opened his wooden box; for inside the box lay a single ember. The Heartless Wizard placed the burning ember in the young women’s hands, it did not scar her for her hands were too cold to be burnt by mere fire; he told the women to think of the happiest thing she could, and then crush the ember in her hands. When she did this all was silent, for the people did not know what had happened. The Three Great Wizards took their boxes and left, returning to The Land Once Forgotten. The young women began to weep; for she thought that she had ruined the gift and let her people down. Just then our people began to rejoice; they danced, and sung songs of happiness. The young women all at once could feel her heart beating once more, she could feel the warmth of something great just beyond the horizon; she felt love…and then The Sun rose

…and yet still have nothing to say

A friend of mine once asked, how I go throughout my day with all that goes on around me; all the pain, suffering, and anguish that comes with life and still manage to laugh at the end of the day.

I told him that pain, suffering, and anguish were like stones; and in my life so many stones had been cast my way, that after a while I had learned not to be hurt by every stone cast my way. Even if a stone did hit me all that would come from it would be a bruise or scar, which any mother can tell you..fades with time.