Escaping Escopia

Prologue:

Silence irrevocably ends the most inconceivable thoughts, the most horrific sounds computing from the mindless blabber of a mouth. Silence creates a delusion that you are safe or at least for the moment. No sound but silence is your worst enemy, leaving you with an unwanted answer seduced to your unpractical needs. Today I am surrounded by a cacophony of endless nonexistent noise, silence. Today I am alone. I am always alone until she comes. She is my master, one of them. There are three of them. Nester, Vel and Louisa. Only one comes to visit me. Only one hears my silence. Only one can define the silence I am now left with and only one shall care. I look at my thin pallid arm, rapidly shaking. Placed on my arm is a curse, a tattoo of an eagle. This tattoo shatters my grip on freedom, creating a label of a Cronx. A Cronx is a tribe of people. Each person in Escopia is born into a tribe. At one time the Cronx's were free. That was fourteen years ago before the Alux's tribe came, destroying our homes, including mine.

At first I heard screams of joy. It was my birthday and I was turning four. My father skipped worked that day. He made me a present, a wooden ring. I loved that ring. Then they came knocking, tearing at our doors. Everything become dark as they covered my face with a cloth. I heard screaming again but this time it wasn't joyous. I heard screaming till there wasn't. That's when I heard the silence. Someone I would get to know real well. They grabbed me and put me into a car.

And here I am today Lousia is waiting for me to end the silence but what she doesn't know is the silence never ends. It tortures us till the end of time unless something changes....

It did.

Something between those useless talks- to those sparkling fear fluttering in Lousia's eyes told me she wasn't safe. Something within the depths of her loose cracked words left me with open ended revelations that she cared for me. And in their world that was not okay. Lousia was a girl with a heart but she definitely had no brain.

Letters complexity

Disposed editorial dismay malfunctioned towards literacy
Compelled through empty letters distorted by complexity of time
These days formed by letters will seduce calculations formality
Tender perplex continuity revealed with a shutter of light
Creating imagination from the shrieks of daring life
 

Configurations of Empty Hope

Venom through empty thoughts stuck in spiral malice
Contemplating wisdom that conquers erratic tranquility
Vivid depictions swallow ghastly heights of timely configurations
These doubts blossom throughout time
Nothing is ever destroyed just cracked
Growing through intentions of goodness
Time fixes everything
Believe in the true being of innocent and well being
And the truth is revealed in your reality
What you choose is what is
Believing creates what is dreamed of
Good content might fixate promises of hope

Ticket

Just a month ago, he won a free ticket to go to London on this day.  Today he hopelessly laid in a pitch dark room. Just a month ago he was a completely different person.  He laid there on the cold, dirt ground, tasting the intenseness that wallows in the atmosphere. The scratch on his cheek starts to burn as the thick hot blood slowly ran down his face.  He slowly attempts to lift himself up but falls quickly to the ground. He decides to lay there and he swiftly falls asleep.

His eyes slowly drift open to a blinding light. He hears voices. He does not understand what they are saying. They are speaking a different language. All a sudden he feels a hand pulling him roughly towards the blinding light. His eyes start to burn as the light comes closer. He is dragged into another room and tossed onto a chair.

A man with a long beard grabs both his hands tightly, and ties the helpless man  to the chair. A video camera lies in front of him. A red light flashes from the video camera.

"Hello America, we have captured one of your worlds top FBI agents and we are torturing him till you release some of our top men." His accent was thick and well spoken as he spoke in english.

How To Woo A Girl In a MCDonalds

His aimless words fluttered through streams of doubtless compunctions that trembled her soul. These words conjured her mind consuming theories of love. These words that symbolized more than just friendship but  a form of relativity thought not to exist in this streaming and daring life of science, came from the most simplistic form of Homosapien; a male.  This tall and plain male was quite the example of a peculiar and dull paradox, wasting his life looking for a meaning in this meaningless world.

Just like a typical story this tall male falls for the idea of love, painting a reflection of this mere view onto this modern day girl, uttering  words thought to be flawless he says, "Will you marry me?" This common phrase threads a bond of complex love. This typical girl is flushed and overwhelmed with thoughts compiled in her  brain that this joyous moment is the highlight of her life.

So with that she answers, "Yes." This memorable moment filled with conspicuous and naive thoughts complimented what they thought was the momentous beginning. The girl "rightfully," placed the startling ring on her skeleton framed finger.

"It's perfect!" She cried, tears slowly tasted the infinitive stupidity rising from this typical relationship. They gazed into each other eyes, mirroring two young idiots.

"Now what?" The tall and awkward male shrugged. That pitiful question urged both young lovers to dream of the nonexistent perfect dream that they both wanted to occur.

Finally the plain girl said, "Let's start planning!" The dashing tall man looked delicately at his golden watch and swiftly wiped his brown head full of tangled hair.

"I don't know if I have time, why don't you do it? You love planning things." He said in an utter of a sound. "I got to run. You probably should pay the check. He grinned at the employees and slowly walked out of the deserted Mcdonalds.

"Weren't we suppose to pay before?" She called after him.

"Can't leave until you pay." A sketchy employee said. His fingers did a flaming dance on the greasy counter. She slowly got up, her face filled with tears of joy.

"How much?" She asked.

"Five dollars."  He gave a grimace smile and she handed him a twenty.

"Keep the change." She knew this was a new beginning and she loved change. Change challenged her and her fiance was quite the challenge. Like the most complexed math equation he was quite unsolvable and as he left the simple soon to be wife alone as she walked back along the highway, she contemplated if there was a solution. She dreamed of a solution and dreaming is what formed this relationship. It is also what made it continue for this long.

The simple women stopped to cross the street but didn't wait for the light to change. She ran into the road, risking it all. Smack! A car slammed into her weightless body, waking her up on her comfy bed. Suddenly she realizes the solution to her problem which hit her like a speeding car. This dream was awake up call to her soon to be husband. Just like a dream this upcoming marriage needed to end.    

Self Love

   She grows and knows with all her heart there is still a place for love. A place placed deep within her heart, shining bright from above. Accepting this this special bond, she grows and knows that not everyday will be this swell. Some days will be a living hell. It's the fight within, the bright light that shines, the story that will tell, lives deep in the crazy mind of a girl. She grows and grows and shows that the special place with all her flaws who always self hated and never was what she wanted to be rated gave to others, trying to see the beauty. She made mistakes and took some breaks but was always on the search for love. Then find a world a place she can love for good. She would not be misunderstood. She embraced herself and all those around her. Life began to astound her.

Money Variation

Variations of constellations cloud certain cues of consent

Constant reasons read rich unvalued rulers reaching their barriers

Bombard these timeless rules breaking bombs of bogus promises

Play petty parts piling pieces crowning stable parchments

These empty endless world contempt and compiled with the inevitable

Grasping our consent with vivid depiction of tasteless reality

Reaching robbed rich words revealed with riveting perspectives

Unvalued an unwanted reflection both poor, rich or a whisk of air

Promises are scooped and made to be broken

Deal or no deal momentous moments make makers dream

Money makes makers scream

Greed and filth creating war

Protection is a stable as a ripped cable

Protection is robbed straight off from the table

 We are unable to consider a new understanding

Slivering selfless sanity selection

Devouring empty shallow perplex obsessions

Let go but hold on

Be true to what is inside of you

Money symbolizes the motivation for this brief obligation of a society