White Roses Never Fade, chapter 1
The perfection obtained is a
Lie restrained deep inside your mind.
The disdain, the contempt, the accumulating demise
The flawless conclusion to a dead end surprise.
A rhyme without a reason, a song without a key;
All events leading to a world you couldn't see;
Veiled behind the curtain, the sheet of crimson ice;
The unlevelled were waiting for the broken battle cries.
The victory was foreseen, but yet we have forgotten.
Erased the mindless thoughts that were surreal,
Surreal but corrupted.
Visions engulfed by the land and by the sea;
The raging tempests of tidal waves,
Clashing beneath the reality of all we've yet to dream.
But dreams cannot come near,
not with the crooning insomnia at our blackened bays;
The chasms of our destruction were deceived from better days...
The refrain of distortion, the harmony of loss.
The orchestra of obscenity is our single sacrifice;
Seek out the memories and guard them with your heart;
The last dangling sinews will remain by your side, ajar
To the petty side roads, the beggars on the street;
The ones who simply asked for food
You spat back at their feet.
Abuse, mistrust, compassion turned to grief;
Stare in wonder at the skies,
With questions morphed to useless 'why's'.
The words that could be actions,
That could change our murder, our betrayal;
What once was will never be;
The massacres are growing,
Fires ablaze on the bitter streets;
Nod in compliance to your "heightened" feat;
For no cruelty could reach your level;
You sink farther and farther into your brutal sea;
An ocean of calamities that bear no name;
No deadly identity, just a poison to inject in bloodless streams;
To infest, to deject, to defect our ideals;
Mutate into apathetic emotion;
The empathy of scars,
The lacerated droplets of wounds,
The anguish that received nothing;
Perceived nothing but the war hawks,
Screaming above their ruthless heads.
The machines of death have yet to rejoice;
For we are not yet vanquished, we have yet to be destroyed.
You can shun away the truth,
But you can never block our voice.
***
Jodie pushed a few strands of silky blonde hair from her pale face and stared at the open book with soft icy blue eyes, she studied it until the door opened and the little bell rang. She looked over to where a man with black hair covering one eye his kind of ripped green top hung from his chest and his pitch black jeans where topped with a golden studded belt his green eyes shone in the light as he said in a very cool tone of voice, "Hey Jodie baby."
Jodie gave a warm smile and rushed out from behind the counter and hugged him tight wrapping her arms round his waist and snuggling her head into his chest. "I love you Danni," she smiled.
Her little white poncho blew slightly in the breeze of the little corner library of New York and her white wavy gypsy skirt did too.
Danni ran a soft hand down Jodie's hair, "I love you too," he smiled warmly.
His hand slid down to her waist and his arm rested on her hips as they walked out the door into the windy streets of New York, "I will miss you babe," she smiled and looked up at him with a winning smile. He smirked and kissed the top of her head. Jodie was moving to California for a week or so, just to have a break from the busy streets.
Danni whispered, "Your case is in the trunk, I love you, Bye baby." Then he drew her into a passionate kiss and wrapped his arms around her stomach.
Jodie pulled away and said, "Love you too," she smiled and got into the taxi shutting the yellow door before waving a little good bye with crystal clear manicured hands.
The driver looked in the mirror with dark eyes, "Where to?" he asked.
Jodie just glared out the window fiddling with her buttons, "Oh uhm the airport."
The taxi was all quite till they got there, "That's 2.50 please," he held out his hand she popped it the money into his hands and pulled open the car door she stepped out little wooden sandals clicking away. She opened the trunk up and pulled out the suit case before closing it and giving a brief wave to the taxi driver too move on, he did and sped away like a maniac.
She wheeled her suit case to the station and handed in her passport, the lady took her to the plane entrances and handed her ticket. She walked through the plane feeling a bit chilly and squashed in the tight passage ways she sat down in her seat which was named "2B" window seat. Nobody was next to her she sighed and looked out the window at the run way sighing a bit.
The little bell thingy told her to put on her seatbelt so she buckled it up nervously and the pilot said, "We are now taking off so ladies and gentleman, please fasten your seatbelt." She rolled her eyes as if they didn't know that well, anyhow the plane started to bump and sped up, soon they were airborne (I shall just skip all the plane bit it is kind of boring).
They hostesses on the plane opened the door, she tiredly rubbed her eyes and stepped down the ladders, almost tripping her eyes glided over to the bus she rolled her little suitcase over and the man put it in the trunk, she smiled and yawned, "Thanks," and she stepped in and took a seat on the front row next to the repp.
A few hours later they came to her hotel the "San Antonio Resort", she smiled finally she was there.
She wasn't tired just a bit dizzy she walked out and walked up the stairs of the hotel and looked at the bus going the pushed her bag over her shoulder and slipped her sunglasses over her face, she stepped in and walked to the reception and they gave her the key. She got in the elevator and waited till it got to second floor, she stepped out and collided with a very well not strange but very...uhm...should I say...nice? looking man, he had reddish brownish hair in a mohawk and his suit was black with a black and white tie, she smirked and walked on to her room, she opened up the door and chuck the key on the table and taking of her jacket and collapsing on the bed, sighing she run her hands through her hair.
It was late so she got undressed and wore her bra and underwear she rummaged about in her suitcase, it looked like Danni was a crap packer, he didn't even pack PJs just lots and lots of clothes, she crawled under the duvets and closed her eyes sighing deeply.
Lie restrained deep inside your mind.
The disdain, the contempt, the accumulating demise
The flawless conclusion to a dead end surprise.
A rhyme without a reason, a song without a key;
All events leading to a world you couldn't see;
Veiled behind the curtain, the sheet of crimson ice;
The unlevelled were waiting for the broken battle cries.
The victory was foreseen, but yet we have forgotten.
Erased the mindless thoughts that were surreal,
Surreal but corrupted.
Visions engulfed by the land and by the sea;
The raging tempests of tidal waves,
Clashing beneath the reality of all we've yet to dream.
But dreams cannot come near,
not with the crooning insomnia at our blackened bays;
The chasms of our destruction were deceived from better days...
The refrain of distortion, the harmony of loss.
The orchestra of obscenity is our single sacrifice;
Seek out the memories and guard them with your heart;
The last dangling sinews will remain by your side, ajar
To the petty side roads, the beggars on the street;
The ones who simply asked for food
You spat back at their feet.
Abuse, mistrust, compassion turned to grief;
Stare in wonder at the skies,
With questions morphed to useless 'why's'.
The words that could be actions,
That could change our murder, our betrayal;
What once was will never be;
The massacres are growing,
Fires ablaze on the bitter streets;
Nod in compliance to your "heightened" feat;
For no cruelty could reach your level;
You sink farther and farther into your brutal sea;
An ocean of calamities that bear no name;
No deadly identity, just a poison to inject in bloodless streams;
To infest, to deject, to defect our ideals;
Mutate into apathetic emotion;
The empathy of scars,
The lacerated droplets of wounds,
The anguish that received nothing;
Perceived nothing but the war hawks,
Screaming above their ruthless heads.
The machines of death have yet to rejoice;
For we are not yet vanquished, we have yet to be destroyed.
You can shun away the truth,
But you can never block our voice.
***
Jodie pushed a few strands of silky blonde hair from her pale face and stared at the open book with soft icy blue eyes, she studied it until the door opened and the little bell rang. She looked over to where a man with black hair covering one eye his kind of ripped green top hung from his chest and his pitch black jeans where topped with a golden studded belt his green eyes shone in the light as he said in a very cool tone of voice, "Hey Jodie baby."
Jodie gave a warm smile and rushed out from behind the counter and hugged him tight wrapping her arms round his waist and snuggling her head into his chest. "I love you Danni," she smiled.
Her little white poncho blew slightly in the breeze of the little corner library of New York and her white wavy gypsy skirt did too.
Danni ran a soft hand down Jodie's hair, "I love you too," he smiled warmly.
His hand slid down to her waist and his arm rested on her hips as they walked out the door into the windy streets of New York, "I will miss you babe," she smiled and looked up at him with a winning smile. He smirked and kissed the top of her head. Jodie was moving to California for a week or so, just to have a break from the busy streets.
Danni whispered, "Your case is in the trunk, I love you, Bye baby." Then he drew her into a passionate kiss and wrapped his arms around her stomach.
Jodie pulled away and said, "Love you too," she smiled and got into the taxi shutting the yellow door before waving a little good bye with crystal clear manicured hands.
The driver looked in the mirror with dark eyes, "Where to?" he asked.
Jodie just glared out the window fiddling with her buttons, "Oh uhm the airport."
The taxi was all quite till they got there, "That's 2.50 please," he held out his hand she popped it the money into his hands and pulled open the car door she stepped out little wooden sandals clicking away. She opened the trunk up and pulled out the suit case before closing it and giving a brief wave to the taxi driver too move on, he did and sped away like a maniac.
She wheeled her suit case to the station and handed in her passport, the lady took her to the plane entrances and handed her ticket. She walked through the plane feeling a bit chilly and squashed in the tight passage ways she sat down in her seat which was named "2B" window seat. Nobody was next to her she sighed and looked out the window at the run way sighing a bit.
The little bell thingy told her to put on her seatbelt so she buckled it up nervously and the pilot said, "We are now taking off so ladies and gentleman, please fasten your seatbelt." She rolled her eyes as if they didn't know that well, anyhow the plane started to bump and sped up, soon they were airborne (I shall just skip all the plane bit it is kind of boring).
They hostesses on the plane opened the door, she tiredly rubbed her eyes and stepped down the ladders, almost tripping her eyes glided over to the bus she rolled her little suitcase over and the man put it in the trunk, she smiled and yawned, "Thanks," and she stepped in and took a seat on the front row next to the repp.
A few hours later they came to her hotel the "San Antonio Resort", she smiled finally she was there.
She wasn't tired just a bit dizzy she walked out and walked up the stairs of the hotel and looked at the bus going the pushed her bag over her shoulder and slipped her sunglasses over her face, she stepped in and walked to the reception and they gave her the key. She got in the elevator and waited till it got to second floor, she stepped out and collided with a very well not strange but very...uhm...should I say...nice? looking man, he had reddish brownish hair in a mohawk and his suit was black with a black and white tie, she smirked and walked on to her room, she opened up the door and chuck the key on the table and taking of her jacket and collapsing on the bed, sighing she run her hands through her hair.
It was late so she got undressed and wore her bra and underwear she rummaged about in her suitcase, it looked like Danni was a crap packer, he didn't even pack PJs just lots and lots of clothes, she crawled under the duvets and closed her eyes sighing deeply.
