JAUNDICED DOMAIN

Better move fast, they said.

As I scribbled on my keyboard.

Finding the will to keep writing.

The weed isn’t weeding,

And the keyboard isn’t working

“I’ve lost my esteem.

After Corona, we goanna hit something, hard!”

She proclaimed.

I could see it in her face.

I once swam in that sea.

And I can tell it isn’t good at all.

Car jackers, thieves, and murderers are paid to commit their marvelous jobs.

But we forget the noble workers,

Who toil everyday doing legal duties.

But never appreciated for their efforts.

Instead, they are used even more, gas lighted, paid inconsistently.

The world is just as it is.

No matter how good you are, people will not treat you as kindly as you treat them.

“You are free,

You are flexible,

You are wild,

You are not programmed to suit everyone’s needs.

This is real life, niggas think we playing chess.

And it is much harder to see the bullshit in their eyes and ignore it”.

I whispered to her, as her usual black caffeine powered over her murky glass.

I just love her.

She does not see what everyone else is seeing, her worth.

Perhaps she underestimates herself.

But she is young.

She has experienced too much for such a young lady.

She wants me to see how bad the world really is.

But every strong powerful woman grows through that.

It’s just that nobody ever told her.

Instead, they mocked, laughed, gossiped, ignored, rejected, abandoned and spread lies about her.

She looks tired,

But the journey ahead cannot give her chance to rest.

She laid on my laps and cried,

That the burden would be released from her.

I can see through her.

She has the most beautiful heart,

Yet the most heartless human on earth.

How much do I tell her?

It is said that everything is connected to everything.

The butterfly effect.

So here it comes,

Raphael says he wants to relieve me of the heavy lifting.

It’s one thing to let in Raphael in as a back-up,

But it’s another thing when I have to share all the reigns with him.

I think their hormones have been ganging up on me this whole year.

“Enjoy the moment.

Do not compare your path with that of others.

Do not be held down by societal norms.

Try to say “NO” more often.

Choose who to share your energy with, if you know your energy is addictive.

Because addiction causes harm.

Always apologize when you are wrong”

Am I really a good friend?

Mary thinks so. Raphael? Julian?

I don’t know. I don’t have much experience in that area.

Maybe with some little practice?

Newton, do you wanna be my friend?

Raphael says a good friend does a bad thing.

I agree. I’m about to make it happen.

All the people I’ve lost always beg for mercy.

But I do not understand why.

This, this is mercy.

Mary was so happy,

Her red cheeks started protruding,

She knew she had someone she could rely on,

Because power attracts power,

And I was the only one who could understood her.

I have walked through the darkest streets in my life,

And known the all everlasting darkness.

I have sang the rythmnless songs,

And danced the drum less beats.

I too, have watched the stars.

I too, have waited for him to come.

I too, have watched love pass me by.

Sitting all alone, the moon frowns on my plight.

Where can I be?

Whither shall I run?

Where can I go?

Whom shall I trust?

Go easy, detective.

I’ve never been great with conflict resolution.

Not without a great reason to fight.

They all want my energy.

I agree, the teaser was plus one last night.

Minus Raphael and Mary, all the others are vampires.

The butterfly effect again.

Of course it’s an art sensation if you have to be the butterfly.

Is this the beginning of a new life?

Is this the end of life?

It’s okay, I’m better on my own.