Drunken Chaos Read online

  The stream of water in a creek cascaded down some rocks.

  A ditch, long and shallow dug by the creek.

  Lenny removed the last of soil, and the water poured down.

  “Watch the water, friend, watch it flow, isn't it beautiful?”

  I worried about flooding, I worried about the fish.

  I worried that everything will fail, whatever I wish.

  But there, the sparkling water full of life.

  It eroded the shore and became my wife.

  ******

  We flew back, the round slab of marble waiting,

  The shadow looked up, a fragile man.

  My higher self, no where to be seen.

  A disheveled man walked toward me, cigarette in hand, clothes dirty and damaged.

  “Felix Failure, at your service, mister.” He grabbed my arm and we flew into the skies.

  “Flap your wings, mister!” And he threw me to the ground.

  He grabbed my arm again, and we flew through time.

  “Do you see her and what you did?

  She is not to blame, you are! See your failure, become wise. Mistakes become knowledge.

  Failure becomes strength.”

  We swirled through, shouting

  “Failure! Failure! Failure!

  Do you not see?

  Admit your fault, accept, so you can be free!”

  ******

  The man grabbed me again,

  “'Tis not my fault,”

  A hard punch into my jaw,

  “Honest Herbert, your demise,”

  “'Tis not my fault, I tried -”

  A crack in the ribs!

  “'Tis not my fault, she -”

  A bloody nose.

  “'Tis my fault”

  A smile upon his golden lips.

  We flew through time, “Do you not see? Your failure?” He turned me left and right.

  I saw the string of fate, “Do you not see? Your biggest failure?” And I sat down.

  A crying face, a tortured body, dark aura.

  Blood on the ground, leaches on skin,

  a nightmare indeed!

  “'Tis your failure, mister! Your failure to recognize your greatness!”

  I stood up, healing, feeling the blood pump its way into my heart.

  ******

  A marble slab, dark figures all around,

  I smiled at my shadow, my angel was there.

  A fragile beautiful woman walked by,

  Lenny and Felix and Herbert smiled.

  “He-e-ll-o” she stammered, barely able to hold,

  tears of pain in her eyes.

  Solemn droplets fed the soil,

  broken earth became new.

  She smiled suddenly, with her the world shone,

  “My name is Emotional Emma,” she grabbed my hand

  we flew to the skies! High above into the clouds, again.

  Our bodies gave way and we fell speedily.

  My arms caught her mid-air and we landed.

  She smiled, and then frowned.

  Her fists pushed and punched.

  Screams echoed in the valley.

  Arms spread wide, she hugged me

  and tossed me.

  A bench on the side, so familiar, we talked.

  “My dear, my dear. Do you not appreciate me?”

  Far away her voice, I moved, and then I walked.

  “My dear, my dear. You should Love me!”

  Tears, not so solemn, pounded the marble.

  Cracks and breaks littered the surface.

  “Why do you hate me so?!”

  Screams like thunders shook me.

  She grabbed my hand and we flew through time.

  “Do you not see,

  the beauty of me?”

  “Do you not feel,

  that I am real?”

  “Imagine your world without me,

  a world of grey, with no colours -”

  - “Without darkness.”

  “a world without singing, without love -”

  - “Without torture.”

  “Without art and words.”

  Lines of my poetry bound me,

  like ropes.

  I cried.

  My friends smiled, waved at me,

  from afar.

  I cried.

  A short flight of tears.

  The rain fell lazily.

  Lightning and thunder,

  now even I could smile.

  ******

  Finally then, I left the greens,

  enjoying the scenes,

  of my peace.

  ###

  About the Author

  Antonin Januska is an author interested not only in spiritual poetry but abstract science fiction as well. He writes for several blogs and as his actual job, spends his time developing websites.

  Connect with me online:

  Twitter: https://twitter.com/AntJanus

  Web dev blog: https://lonebench.com

  Poetry tumblr: https://ppofthebrokenmind.tumblr.com

  Spirituality blog: https://perfectlifetoday.com