B is for Stealing

Last Night was Praise Explosion @ The Church. It was Bess - as the natives would say. Basically, once a year, the music and arts department comes together [like everyone - drama, dance, poets, musicians, soloists, choirs, everyone] and puts on a Service [because a "show" is where you come to get entertained. this is not a show]. This was the Piece i read last night. It was a Colab with Robert Noel and myself cause we're part of the writers team. Praises Be. Enjoy. Pax I will lift up my voice  AND PRAISE regardless of how low I feel I will lift up my voice  Higher than my indebtedness I will lift up my voice AND PRAISE ... till it drowns out the pains in my body  till praises dilute the blood of a broken heart  Praise Him past the walls. Till you’re stripped bare and you no longer care Who sees. Who knows… Because who knows the extent of your grief And how long you have asked for relief So right now Just… Praise him past th...

Her legs whispered into my ear: "Where are we going with this?" My eyes responded: "To hell, if we don't stop kidding ourselves." She gasped her agreement.  ... ... ... I didn't like that this was the only conversation we shared Outside of the: hey how's you how's the weather you good...? But we had long since understood that... WORDS were useless To our kind We who spend our days pontificating to the rabble A fabble To keep them sated. No, our conversations were steeped in sweat. Oh! For more though... Tracy j H 20:06:2012

we should burn slowly. give the spirits enough time to tie their shoes. so they can witness what a man born of a woman can do to a woman. i have an urge to grab you in the streets, pull you from your bearings  make up for lost time by making you up against a wall ten fingers must not wait for a room with a view... when last have you eaten? i have been famished forever banished even longer while every pore calls out your name and every part is sore... sorely missing you more.   still... we should be careful about this... burning. you. sweat. alcohol. i. am. flammable. and sati will be performed on this mattress as we undress in flames and celebrate in ashes we should.... shouldn't we? digest each other slowly? tenderly?  roughly... three hours? not continuously ours but hours all the same. tell me this lust lives in two tell me there is space in you a warm heart eyes vivid  breath short tell me...

Guy walks up to girl’s apartment. Girl’s landlady seems perturbed that she’s entertaining a male companion. Guy turns to landlady and says, “Oh, don’t worry, I’m her Rabbi”  – TISS t otally i nsidious s hort s tories @tracy j hutchings. ..... ..... ..... .....   APARTMENT. COMPLEX. He held a secret fantasy.  It involved a cutting board, a bottle of wine and a knife. For that to play that out, he’d have to be near her. For that to happen, he’d have to be at the apartment. Easy enough. Except it wasn’t. It should be. It wasn’t. "Look," said the left voice. "There is nothing better that standing next to a naked flame." Even if the scent of her causes the ceiling alarm to go off Even if the landlady must come And remind you BOTH of the terms of HER lease Even if lunch is abandoned in favour of dinner as the two of you realise  A healthy snack can satisfy till supper... Even if absentmindedly, the pipe is left on and water tak...

[ Part Seven Can Be Found Here ] The sky still burned flashes of white as they all gathered round the lifeless body of Soul even as the ground shook around them. “Who did this?” The cold stare of Heart was upon them all. “You did. You all did.” Lord Luz had returned. “This war cost her most of all. And I hold each of you responsible.” “But why?” Body whispered, “Of all of us, she stayed neutral  in this.” Mind’s eyes moved swiftly looking for an answer to this  illogical action of Soul’s. “ We were supposed to protect  her. ” he whispered and slumped all the more before her. “You four were supposed to be older and wiser than she was. You were to guide her into all truths but your actions…. Your actions have led her to this point; back to the Eternals.” The ink flowed freely from Soul. A permanent stain would fall over the continent. It had lost its Soul in this war. Spirit took up the blade and brought it before Lord Luz. “Kill us.” He ...

(in case you missed it, here's prt 06 ) Soul pondered Lord Luz’ words. There was sense to what he said. How long, she had often asked herself, before the turmoil and the inkshed took over her borders? How well could Soul protect her interests from The Four and at what cost? Yes. This was best. Soul would leave the corrupted continent and go back to the Eternals while this place sank to the deepest depths of despair. Maybe, it is what is best for Spirit, Body, Heart and Mind to fall. In the next cycle, maybe they would be better. Yes, she would gather her people and together they would… No. She couldn’t. “I will not!” she said emphatically. But the Lord was right. She knew it. This would only end if one of them ended. But  the only one who possessed such a weapon… “I know your thoughts, Soul. I will not give it to you.” Soul’s eyes flashed angrily. “This place… is in a constant state on unease. There are  rumblings around the continent and still they wi...

(here's what happened last time ) Every refugee –so to speak – that she took into her self brought with them the scars of a war that won’t end. It was not unheard of to hear Mind’s defector telling Spirit’s defector how self righteous his leader was; who did nothing while Heart’s forces tore them apart. “How long?” Soul wondered, “How long before we are forced to really pick a side? To fight against our siblings in this near-thirty-year civil war?”      “Twenty one days.” Came the answer. Soul need not turn         around; the voice was of the strong voice of Lord Luz, a wise       and statuesque man from a land across many winds. It had been       some time since he visited the continent. His emissaries did       his work for him; that is… when they weren’t trying to kill      themselves. “Twenty One Days?!’ Soul exc...