..:: PRINCE (SS) ::..

“FAGGOT” burned in red paint which was right across Jimmy’s housedoor. Jimmy, or his feminine name , Jinny was a transgender male who is hoping to undergo a sex change surgery in January next year. The only problem is he hasn’t save enough money to complete his transformation. He works as a exotic dancer in “BA-DA BA-DA BOOM ! ” five days a week. He wasn’t always like this. There was once when Jimmy was a happy boy, but not so happy when his mother remarried a useless drunkard abusive man. His stepfather , with a bottle in one hand sodomized the 9year old and would beat him up if he opens his mouth. All sorts of sexual favors were asked from this 9 year old who one day grew up thinking he wasn’t a man. For a man , would never have been treated or allowed such violence. Now at age 26, Jinny has left his home, and made a new life for himself, being independent on his two feet and with no proper education , he does what he does best, prostitution. Everynight after dancing, his regular customers would wait for him with alcohol stench breaths and pay to have their way with him. “Damn you bastard !” he thinks as he sees his stepfather on the faces of these men. Everynight he cries as he counts the money he has made and put them in a plastic bag under his pillow and countdown to the days when he would leave this life behind and move to the countryside and grow oranges. Jinny smiles as she pushes away the reality and dreams of boundless land with orange trees all lined up.

..:: SUN ::..

The sun burst and new life is born. What we once knew is now a thing of the past. No more technology , no more electric , no more hustling. The competition for achievement is zero and the struggle for status is overthrown. Humans as well as creatures , creatures which we once killed for food and clothing now walk among us. Horses gallops freely along the beach as human lay in the sand enjoying the simple wonders of the world, the setting sun. The orange rays of the new born sun shines hope and equality for all kind. Man and beast now live in perfect harmony and regardless of the way of life before this rebirth , forgiveness and reconcilation has been established. The clock tower, the only piece of technology that is left stands erect overlooking endless greenery several miles near the land which was once a cemetery. The clock was special. It kept the time running and was a symbol of new life and rebirth. It reminded all that time is precious and it is ticking. It also reminded both man and beast of the times before this rebirth and how much suffering had been vanquished. When the clock stop , the sun will faded and the earth will die. The clock tower was our only hope of survival and life. The colorful fruits of the earth fed us all. We had all we needed in the green fertile trees. I wonder if Adam and Eve once lived like this in the Gardens of Eden. God created man , and man created technology – which led to our downfall. A space mission called “Apollo 345” was carried out to measure the life span of the undying burning star but instead of getting a reading, something terrible happened. The space shutter exploded and liquid nitrogen with a different compound reacted towards the heat and froze the sun from inside out. Earth was in darkness for 300 years. Everything and everyone died. The waters levels rose and the sand was truned into mud. We lived in caves freezing from the cold. Even we had changed over such a long period of time. Our skins grew thicker to keep us warm from the cold and we came fairer and our bodies hunch from squatting over fires.We fed on dead animals and humans. Amazingly mother nature was prevailing. She maintained the balance of life with trees , praying that the sun will one day shine. And it did. The days of the the first sun ray was glorious. The sight of everyone emerging from the darkness to bathe in this new warm rays was breath taking. Life began again. We were given the chance to redeem ourselves and start all over again from scratch. The clock began ticking again. We now live in harmony with mother nature and amongst ourselves. Everything is well. The clock towers , which hovers over us, scares us sometime because now we are living on borrowed time. One day the clock will stop , and we it does so does life itself.

..:: MIRROR ::..

The reflection staring back at her disgusted her. Almost laughing at her. She is not her. The dressing table was messy with cosmetic products, all different colors and size like messed up jigsaw puzzles a five year old has given up. Sitting and sobbing , her tears run down leaving a faded water stain on her smeared pink cheeks . Her face twisted in deep thoughts . Battling herself inside she picks up the shiny 30cents blade which shoned the brightest among the plastic cases unevenly thrown about. Her hands shivered and her eyes teared up even more as the cold blade touched the tips of her fingers. Was this her only solution? She was alone and lost and the promises of death tempted her with freedom. All sorts of freedom. As she brought the blade nearer to her wrist, her warm fingers touched her skin and it made her cry even more. It reminded her that she was still alive. She steadied herself and her fingers as she placed the blade just above the star tattoo. Her tears couldn’t help her no more. This is the point of no return. She closed her eyes and let her fingers take control.

..:: LUST ::..

A WOMAN’S BREAKING HEART PRESENTS HER UNDYING LOVE FOR ONE FILM BREAKING STARRING A ESTRANGED WOMAN , LOST AT HEART , ALONE PRODUCED BY THE MAN WHOM SHE LOVED , WALKING AWAY ORIGINAL MUSIC BY HIS SELFISH GREED FOR THE FLESH CASTED BY THE YOUNGER BEAUTIES OF ADOLESCENCE PRODUCTION DESIGNS BY HIS LUST AND GREED ART DIRECTIONS BY THE FACT THAT HE IS MAN.
WRITTEN BY SEX DIRECTED BY MAN

..:: SCARS ::..

She latched the wooden door behind her as she sat down and began carving strawberries with a small knife and dipping them in syrup , while the dog played with the rag doll and squish ball. The bed was a mess, the sofa was not any better. Shoes lined up as towels were thrown about and tissue paper decorated the floor. Her dressing table was a warzone and finding her cellphone was a mission. She got up and pushed aside the hair brush , bangles and keys to make way for her laptop. She sat there, thinking what to write, “ SCARS” she typed slowly with tears in her eyes.

..:: DOLL ::..

He lay over looking the doll not breathing
He looked over as the doll breathe
The breathing doll lay over as he looked
The doll looked over as he lay there breathin
Look as the doll lay him over breathing
He lay not breathing as the doll looked over
Over ! The doll layed him over not breathing !

..:: SAINTS SINNERS ::..

Red blood pumping jumping seeping through veins. First born dead inside. I mourn celebrate the worn torn rag begs. Red walls gate fate belly jelly. To yearn i learn burn frozen guilt. Fear joyous tears hidden outwards. Punishment chastisement reprimand my stand. Forgiveness revenge none I avenged. Sorrow hollow stump preplex my reflex. Veins pumping blood brains. Fetus apparatus of anonymous. Abandon thrown out. Forgive me my sins. Saints sinners all beginners.