How the World Almost Ended

"Falling is a good habit at random occasions.
Its not the healthiest of choices, but when you are up against the wall
you might want to take that call.
If you are distracted it might seem like you are flying and what could be better?"



Grant went up in an aeroplane,
he knew for sure that he was insane.
His friends no more talked him into it,
should've said no if he had had any wit.

The pilot told him finally that he was due.
Grant jumped out, spread his wings and flew.
The crazy sensation he instantly loved,
next time he would jump without being shoved.

Looking around he found a pack of cranes,
he jumped upon the first one and grabbed its reins.
Steering toward Africa the followers went along,
lacking sense of direction they arrived in Hong Kong.

Turning round Big Buddha with skill that wasn't there,
monks and salesmen ran around getting quite a scare.
Flying past and out over the water of the harbour,
they all dove down to the street and into the barber.

"Buzz cut for me and a trim for the others!"
The barber shouted curses in canto about their mothers.
Paying the scolder when he finally was done,
Grant got his gang into town for some fun.

Noodles and tea, some jasmine and thyme,
it tasted so good it felt like a crime.
The cranes were famished and ate for a week,
Grant looked at his account, which now had sprung a leak.

Broke as they were they had to get some dough,
the cranes went to the dojos and showed their mighty blow.
Flexing the technique for all of them to see,
the money started piling up during their whooping spree.

Grant almost cried when he saw all the cash,
being broke had felt like having a diaper rash.
They folded the money and went to Macao,
betting it all on the birth of a cow.

The calf made them rich beyond all belief,
they purchased the world and gave it to a thief.
Pawning it for food the world was lost for an age,
when Grant bought it back it was living in a squirrel cage.

Nursing it back to health was no small feat,
the trickiest part was adding back the "trick or treat".
When it was done the people cheered and praised,
Grant and his cranes got a cake all glazed.

They lived a grand life after that,
with noodles and tea and a girl named Kat.
The cranes never left him except to migrate,
but when they returned each year they were never late.

This story was then lost to the sands of time,
now twenty-five years later its not worth a dime.
No one believes me, even though the story is true,
that Grant and his birds once to Hong Kong flew.

It's time someone believed me, I'm honesty itself.
until then I'll just put it here on its shelf.

The Running Lady

Summer rained over her like a fragrant perfume.
It was cold even though the sun was shining through the dark clouds.
She ran over the rolling pasture avoiding cow dung like a slalom skier.
The tall grass was slippery and she had difficulty getting a grip with her flower painted blue clogs.

She jumped over a tall fence, doing a flip with twist like she always did.
Landed on one toe and posed for a second arms outstretched before she was off again smiling.

Entering a bed of blue and yellow flowers she looked up at the sky, squinting to keep raindrops from landing in her eyes. Nothing there ... yet, she thought with anticipation.

As she lowered her gaze it fell upon a barn in the distance, red with black roof and black double-doors. It was surrounded by a brown-painted long fence running around it and a meadow adjacent to it. On the meadow she could see a group of kids in white loose-fitted outfits performing strange movements.

Getting closer she could see they had belts of varying colours around their waist and were shouting and trying to hurt each other. She knew instantly what to do, she had seen this before. Stopping before the large double-doors, she opened them and entered gracefully. Inside she found what she was looking for, picked it up and went outside some twenty yards from where the kids where lined up and performing.

She tossed the bull into the middle of where the kids were and watched the amusing commotion.
They were still shouting of course, but for another reason and with a higher pitch. The kids ran wildly in all directions, the chaos was immaculate. Some jumped over the fence to safety, some were so confused and panicked that they ran round in circles. Some even ran straight toward the bull, avoiding it in the neck of time when it charged the sudden easy targets.

One kid though, jumped up on the bull when it chased past his quick side-stepping move. He grabbed the bull by the ears and held on for dear life. The bull bucked and twisted, the kid flying this way and that, but somehow he managed to hold on. It lost all focus on the remainder of the other kids and just tried to get rid of the annoying aggressor on its back.

All the kids climbed, on the outside, onto the fence and cheered for their hero with joy and relief.
On the bull things were another story, feeling like a rag doll in a tumble dryer, the kid knew he needed to do something and do something soon. He focused on his inner being, trying to connect to Tik Tok the god of rocks and started to glow an intense mild pulsating blue. A rock suddenly appeared out of the sky above and fell on the bulls head with great force. The beast thudded down to the ground, suddenly very still.

The kid jumped relieved off the back of the bulls still heaving body, while his blue contour silently and gradually dissipated. He sat down leaning his back to the bull and pulled out a white handkerchief with his family emblem on it. A grey falcon clutching a mountain within its talons. With it he wiped his face free of dirt and sweat.

The other kids jumped back over the fence and ran up to him talking and shouting all at once about what had just happened. They cheered and gesticulated, touched the bull with great hesitation and deep reverence. This went on for a time until one of the kids raised the question:

"Where did the bull come from and why was it flying into our mist?"

They all realized that they hadn't had the time to give it much thought and a fierce debate started amongst most of the kids. One side were convinced bulls could fly, the other that bulls were naturally stealthy creatures which could appear out of thin air by force of mind. The more grounded kids knew with certainty that bulls were great diggers and they all just needed to find the hole it had come up from.

The remainder of the kids that never entered the debate looked eagerly around with a lingering suspicion and in a moment found what they were dreading standing over by the barn with a smile. It took them a good minute to take the realization in, long enough for the debate just a few yards away to almost erupt into playful physical competition.

When the situation had fully dawned on them, they ran up to the lady in the clogs and bowed deeply.
"Sensei, you honor us with your presence. We weren't expecting you until tomorrow."
Another kid almost shouted at her with excitement, jumping up and down.
"Did you see the bull, Sensei? It was suddenly there and we were so scared! It was great!"
The other kids that were present gave him queer looks and then started talking at the Sensei all at once.

She motioned for them to quieten down making lowering hand movements and they all stopped instantly watching her, waiting for her to speak.
"This has been the traditional test that once in a while is performed on these training trips our dojo does.
There is always one person that master the test of the bull and find a way to contact the great Tik Tok."
The kids looked at her in mild shock and continued to listen intently.

By now the debating kids had stopped arguing and were arriving in groups of two and three.
Over by the bull one kid was left. He had been contemplation what had just happened to him. He was in some kind of calm, delirious, but quite state. Every thought he had was clear, every new focus was crisp. His gaze wandered around as he snugged against the slumbering big bull. Everything in his view gave him all the information he needed right away, he needed not make any effort at all. The flow just came to him. Relaxing in his blissful state he slowly went to sleep against the warmth of the body behind him.

The sensei lady continued to speak, now with heightened intensity.
She told the long and intoxicating story of Tik Tok and the new god that followed after, when enlightenment dawned upon the one of a group.

The kids were amazed, they had only heard rumours of the legend. It was famous among almost all people of the lands, but very few knew the story in its entirety. Sacred it was and folks tended to respect and honor that.

Suddenly the whole group started to glow and after a while they lifted off the ground silently and still. The lady moved a hand slowly and the group floated slowly and without effort over to where the hero lay against the bull. Yawns were heard amongst the group and it seemed contagious for almost at once they were all yawning and stretching their arms out sleepily.

She lowered the group around the bull and they all snugged up to the bull and found their own perfect spot. Soon they were all contently asleep.

The lady felt a tear of joy fall down her cheek and she looked up and thanked Tik Tok and the other god before she too lay down next to the others. Her last thought before she dozed off was of the far away island and the home she left so many years ago. Smiling she closed her eyes and let the dreams take her away.

Warrior's revenge

Grey he was, but not more.
Great he was, but not less.
Sword by hand and shield on back.
Leaped off the mountain with a cry.

Bleed for honor, bleed for fate.
Fought for them that had just passed.
Fury and rage, blinded by hate.
One upon one, they fell and flew.
Blood over stone, building and green.
Confused no one was left when woken from the blur.

Walking and staggering round and round.
Looking straight ahead at nothing and all.
Then falling on his knees leaning on his red blade.
Feelings were numb, everything black.
Unable to move he sat there til night.
Went down at last when wind moved him over.

He cared not and lay still were he fell.
Darkness upon him he steadied his mind,
he knew he had nothing to gain from the storm.

Slept until sun shone on his face.
Looking about sadly he took a slow step, then another
 and then again.
He didn't want to, his whole being told him not to,
but he knew it was the only thing he could do.

A step became a mile and the mile became a year.
He still looked straight ahead, blinded by the past.
The world was not there anymore.
The stars shone not,
the trees grew not,
the people were not
and he felt not.

Before Bedtime

The bird flew straight up side down into the barrel.
The boy ran to catch it but only caught the saw.
Later he cut down a tree and became famous.
The bird sighed with relief and turned to his mom for comfort.
His mom scolded him for entering a barrel in that fashion didn't he know they were out of corn and needed a new president?
She shook her head and went down the hill to the bus stop.
No one was there except the bus.
She entered and pulled the bus into a wheelie going down the dark side of the moon in about 2 miles per hour.

Time stood still when the spacecraft flew over her, checking her moves and nodded impressed.
It turned and landed beside her with a thud, pulling up dust all around them.
When they saw something again they noticed the pool was leaking.
The mom and the spaceship drained the pool and told it off with great sense of detail.
The pool started crying and filled up in a second and the scolding began again. This continued for about a century until the mom had grey hair and the space ship had gone out of fashion.
It had to return home to get upgraded.
Waving good bye the mom went home to her boy bringing the pool over for dinner.
It mostly need to replenish its water supply, but was happy to eat some tacos from back home.

Suddenly there was a great bang and the moon shook and the crooks took.
They stole the light side of the moon and all was dark.
The pool started crying again and had to drink a lot to keep up.
The boy looked at the pool with amusement, eating his taco sideways, which was his custom.
At last the crooks sailed away on their Harley's and left only sadness.

The Mom comforted the pool and the pool got drunk. The water had been spiked by the boy with space seeds from the far reaches of Mars.
The boy had been there last Friday on the school excursion. It was as good as any time to use them the boy thought.

Starting talking fluently in moonish, the pool started telling the dark side of the moon lies about the light side. "If you only knew the power of the light side." he told him and then went on to tell him about the girl scouts which every time they jumped had to spell marshmallow backwards to keep from burping for ten minutes. It was truly a test of immense power he ensured the dark side of the moon.
The pool felt his thoughts was fuzzy and couldn't think clearly, but he was still not convinced the boy was telling the whole truth about everything.
He got sick of the situation and went back home to his nebula behind the big bear.
Snugly he went to sleep nudging the big kind ol' bear looking at its cute little cub.

A flash and the ray came quickly into the light of day in space. There was nothing anyone could do and the vibrational bodybuilding flex was incredible. Everyone fainted and no one went home the same.

Sam the Herder was pleased with the result. He looked up from his magnifying glass and left the black hole alone. Going back to sleep hugging his teddy bear.