I've suffered from writer's block for the last 2 yrs when it comes to writing poetry, but here is an old piece I wrote, a story.
11/21/01
Invisable Line
Like some of you, at some point in some time, I had crossed the invisible border dividing the continents from one country to another. If you are an illegal Mexican immigrant or without official documents to verify citizenship, at some point it would be possible to drive over the border into that potential land of many dangers, Mexico. (I'm speaking of danger to those in a bind once they realize they have no green card to return back to the States.)
Driving along the coast for hundreds of miles that day, the traveler got lost in his thoughts, and eventually many hours and miles later realized that when asked by the border patrol, was unable to pinpoint the precise hour and place when America ceased to be America and turned into Mexico.
At what point he crossed the line, he did not know. Crossing over from America to Mexico is easy. Where did the time go? At some point after he officially crossed the border, he took in the sites. As he did in America, he went about his leisurely activities, blissfully unaware. Soon he'd discover he's in the wolves’ lair.
He would never pinpoint the exact moment and time he may have first felt, or sensed a clue of some sort that although he was unable to put his finger on it, something just wasn't quite right. That fleeting thought most likely came and went so subtlety. All he knew for certain was his world came crashing down around him all at once.
In one split second understanding came hard, fast, and furious. At what point did these huge massive boulders fly? They came down tumbling hard destroying everything in their path. In one split second cruel realization hit. All was fine until the time he tried to cross back over the unseen line dividing the lands of vastly different cultures, laws, and ways of life.
Javier Rodriguez had been born in America, but his only known relative he knew as mom (unknown to him the Spanish speaking only Mexican woman he knew as his mom had purchased Javier from an illegal Mexican immigrant prostitute) She bought him illegal papers falsifying his citizenship/birth status.
Crossing over the border into the land of danger had been easy. All the time he had been unaware of the trap that awaited him. He'd gone directly to disaster’s door. One of his many gringo sisters he shared the planet with also took a drive. To this day, she'll never know the moment she crossed the unseen line.
The unseen line that separates The Continent Of Users to the country called Addiction. She never had a clue at which point she crossed the line. Like Javier she even enjoyed the sites, leisure’s, and fun that were to be had. The vast expansive beauty of Addiction were deceptively harmless, inviting, and beautiful.
She shopped at the many resorts and had bought fun things of all sorts. In the back of her mind on some unconscious level an unheard warning tried to tell her all was not what it seemed. Pushing the thought out of her head, she made a detour to the deceptively safe place. The land of powerful charms, she walked right into Addiction's arms.
Caresses once soft and sweet, lullabies seemingly that promised to cradle and protect. Fast and furious once again, different person, different name. This time TJ so they say, walked right into her enemy's arms. All at once, her eyes were opened. Her illusion shattered into thousands of pieces of glass.
Her eyes showing her what she wanted to see, Addiction Land played into her fantasy. Lovely arms of protection and charms now turned into endless miles of Uzi's as far as the eye could see. Finally seeing it for what it really was, a trap. Like many of her predecessors before her and decedents yet to come, once she crossed the unseen border to the land of Addiction, you cross
over anytime you like, but you can never leave. As with all addicts, she found out late. She had crossed over the unseen line into a land of deception, traps, and prisons of any sort. Fine. Her life was not over. She was here, she would make the best of it. She must always stay alert and stay ahead of the game by having her tools of protection out and ready to go. Your enemy can't do you no harm if you know where he's coming from. She immediately recognized the far off barks off in the distance. The wild dogs were back.
Addiction is like a pack of wild dogs. They are hungry and they get off feeding on a body and soul. The victim thrashes around wildly in agony, but he has surrendered himself to them. They always keep the victim’s soul at least 10% alive for a few years or more guaranteeing continued bloodlust for their unrelenting hunger. I have discovered 3 ways to deal with these wild dogs.
One way is to succumb to their life force savagely attacking and ripping my flesh with complete maniacal glee. Another way is to ban them completely, setting off guns and poisonous bombs in their path, banning them forever within a mile of my person. Or there is the third way. Put up a barbed wire fence. Take a pair of sears that could be used by the giant Gulliver.
Scissors that are huge, that snap at the first wild dog that comes to claim my flesh. They are always within 50 feet of my person, but with the giant pair of scissors, I literally cut back my addiction keeping the wild dogs at bay. But alas, once the snarls and growls are silenced, their presence can still be felt. I see the hunger in their eyes. All I have to do is succumb to the sweet song of the sirens and wander out past the protection of the giant scissors. It is then that the savages will howl in demonic glee. I hear them now. I can't see them, but I know what they want. They want me.
11/21/01
Invisable Line
Like some of you, at some point in some time, I had crossed the invisible border dividing the continents from one country to another. If you are an illegal Mexican immigrant or without official documents to verify citizenship, at some point it would be possible to drive over the border into that potential land of many dangers, Mexico. (I'm speaking of danger to those in a bind once they realize they have no green card to return back to the States.)
Driving along the coast for hundreds of miles that day, the traveler got lost in his thoughts, and eventually many hours and miles later realized that when asked by the border patrol, was unable to pinpoint the precise hour and place when America ceased to be America and turned into Mexico.
At what point he crossed the line, he did not know. Crossing over from America to Mexico is easy. Where did the time go? At some point after he officially crossed the border, he took in the sites. As he did in America, he went about his leisurely activities, blissfully unaware. Soon he'd discover he's in the wolves’ lair.
He would never pinpoint the exact moment and time he may have first felt, or sensed a clue of some sort that although he was unable to put his finger on it, something just wasn't quite right. That fleeting thought most likely came and went so subtlety. All he knew for certain was his world came crashing down around him all at once.
In one split second understanding came hard, fast, and furious. At what point did these huge massive boulders fly? They came down tumbling hard destroying everything in their path. In one split second cruel realization hit. All was fine until the time he tried to cross back over the unseen line dividing the lands of vastly different cultures, laws, and ways of life.
Javier Rodriguez had been born in America, but his only known relative he knew as mom (unknown to him the Spanish speaking only Mexican woman he knew as his mom had purchased Javier from an illegal Mexican immigrant prostitute) She bought him illegal papers falsifying his citizenship/birth status.
Crossing over the border into the land of danger had been easy. All the time he had been unaware of the trap that awaited him. He'd gone directly to disaster’s door. One of his many gringo sisters he shared the planet with also took a drive. To this day, she'll never know the moment she crossed the unseen line.
The unseen line that separates The Continent Of Users to the country called Addiction. She never had a clue at which point she crossed the line. Like Javier she even enjoyed the sites, leisure’s, and fun that were to be had. The vast expansive beauty of Addiction were deceptively harmless, inviting, and beautiful.
She shopped at the many resorts and had bought fun things of all sorts. In the back of her mind on some unconscious level an unheard warning tried to tell her all was not what it seemed. Pushing the thought out of her head, she made a detour to the deceptively safe place. The land of powerful charms, she walked right into Addiction's arms.
Caresses once soft and sweet, lullabies seemingly that promised to cradle and protect. Fast and furious once again, different person, different name. This time TJ so they say, walked right into her enemy's arms. All at once, her eyes were opened. Her illusion shattered into thousands of pieces of glass.
Her eyes showing her what she wanted to see, Addiction Land played into her fantasy. Lovely arms of protection and charms now turned into endless miles of Uzi's as far as the eye could see. Finally seeing it for what it really was, a trap. Like many of her predecessors before her and decedents yet to come, once she crossed the unseen border to the land of Addiction, you cross
over anytime you like, but you can never leave. As with all addicts, she found out late. She had crossed over the unseen line into a land of deception, traps, and prisons of any sort. Fine. Her life was not over. She was here, she would make the best of it. She must always stay alert and stay ahead of the game by having her tools of protection out and ready to go. Your enemy can't do you no harm if you know where he's coming from. She immediately recognized the far off barks off in the distance. The wild dogs were back.
Addiction is like a pack of wild dogs. They are hungry and they get off feeding on a body and soul. The victim thrashes around wildly in agony, but he has surrendered himself to them. They always keep the victim’s soul at least 10% alive for a few years or more guaranteeing continued bloodlust for their unrelenting hunger. I have discovered 3 ways to deal with these wild dogs.
One way is to succumb to their life force savagely attacking and ripping my flesh with complete maniacal glee. Another way is to ban them completely, setting off guns and poisonous bombs in their path, banning them forever within a mile of my person. Or there is the third way. Put up a barbed wire fence. Take a pair of sears that could be used by the giant Gulliver.
Scissors that are huge, that snap at the first wild dog that comes to claim my flesh. They are always within 50 feet of my person, but with the giant pair of scissors, I literally cut back my addiction keeping the wild dogs at bay. But alas, once the snarls and growls are silenced, their presence can still be felt. I see the hunger in their eyes. All I have to do is succumb to the sweet song of the sirens and wander out past the protection of the giant scissors. It is then that the savages will howl in demonic glee. I hear them now. I can't see them, but I know what they want. They want me.
