Show me your empty orchestra.

Of halls and walls,
the silent stalls.
Which separate and manipulate.
The magic. With the tragic.

Show me your tortured dreams
of all you deem, those sacred themes.
Of hate, of love.
Of the many worlds you write thereof.

Show me.
Make me salivate.
Over this empty space,
Of which you shall never, ever deface.

I have no fancy footing nor fortress on which I stand,
but I look upon this humble world, and think it rather grand.

I look to those cold and open pages,
the words from poets written over ages.
telling us from where to come and how we go there.
All that we have seen and done, taking us to nowhere.

They talk of war, and death galore.
Of how we paint this world, a subtle shade of red.
That all that we have ever done is dying and or dead.
but there is something they have forgotten, an idea of a road left rotten.

What of the beauty?
What of the dove?
what of all those ideas that make us love...

Are they not important too?
I leave this choice down to you.

There is something I keep forgetting.
For all your things are still here.

Why does this seem strange, for you have simply taken a voyage.
But there are things amiss, little things here and there.

Why is your closet full of cloths and shoes?
Bookcase is still holding all the books.

Why?

Why would you leave your rings behind?
You always kept them, perfectly assigned to each finger.

Sometimes I think its strange... you are only now in my mind.

A long time ago in a world far away the malformed had no place to stay, so they made their own common society.

Jonah the hunched hero of our tale was born in such a place meek and frail.

Until one day Jonah found, a note on the cold muddy ground with an interesting message and a pleasing sound.

"Come to undone and enjoy the celebration. Today at the church enjoy our creation and drink with mirth in our beautiful creation."

To Jonah this note seemed rather pretty this place seemed be happy he must find this city.

So he said to his friends good bye and fair well, "wish me luck for I am going to Undone"

and so as he departed his journey started...

Soon after walking he found a hunter talking to a strange and mysterious beast. The beast was cowering in the form of a fox and as the hunters evil eye glinted the beast did cry "don't **** me I am not a good catch, you know this well for I am a Mismatch!"

The strangest beasts that one can find is a mismatch as it changes to all who are around. Whatever you desire it will become until the end of time, when all stories are done.

When the hunter spotted Jonah he did cry "you have found me taking the most sinful catch. I will have my revenge so watch your crippled back. Your time will be done and my revenge done!"

With this the hunter ran back to Undone with his plot foiled and but another to come.

Grateful was the Mismatch that it turned into a friend "I can’t thank you enough for what you have done, you saved me from that terrible hunters gun. To find undone and continue your tale you must head east to find that church and its fine feast."
“Thank you fair friend” Jonah did call. Waved goodbye and away did he fly.

So he continued on...

Just when Jonah was about to give up his search he saw in the distance what looked like a church. His heart beat faster he started to run, this must be Undone his journey was done.

When Jonah approached the mighty city, he found gates so very high to him it appeared that the barbed tops reached the sky. The guard outside had a cold heart he saw Jonah and shouted "hark! You crippled man, you can’t enter the city. Do not try. Unless that is you want to die. Our city is tall and fair and true, and will only remain so without you.”

Jonah felt his heart sink would he never get to be in the city and drink with people and make some friends to reach new and exciting ends.

As Jonah turned he saw a man tall, in a black and white suite, on a rock he sat playing on a golden flute. "If you can help me then I can you and let you in. I ask of you a moment to help me get that apple up from this tree, and you will be able to enter the city"

So Jonah did as he was asked he fetched the apple quick and fast. The tall man did as he had said. Hypnotizing the guard the tall man messed with his head."Come in quickly my friend you don't have much time until the end. You will always be a friend of mine, till the very end of time"

With this Jonah went into the city...

Jonah could not help but admire the important looking people moving towards the chapel's spire. However all of them looked down on him, they saw nothing but a horror form a ghostly tale.

In the chapel Jonah saw a skinny woman and her son who looked scared and wooden.

As Jonah approached the priest and looked eagerly at his feast... The priest looked up with eyes of disgust "What kind of evil creature are you!” he bellowed in surprise “be gone before you meet a holy demise”

So head bowed Jonah left he could no longer take part in his quest...

Later on by the street a very old man Jonah did meet. He was sitting on a broken box looking at twenty clocks. All were broken and out of sync, but something made Jonah stop and think. "If I fix these clocks he will be happy, then I go and not feel so low"

The clock man was different, this man was kind. When Jonah fixed his clock they became friends. The clockman thanked Jonah a lot "you fixed the clocks when I could not... please take my advice and go back south the people here don't want you, they call you a fiend. They do not want you around”

Not much longer around... Jonah did not like that sound. So Jonah went back to the gate in shock, but something horrible made him stop.

Jonah rushed up the stairs running wild... something bad had happened to the wooden child.

The small child he saw in the church before was lying still on the floor. Faster Jonah started to run... But to late the damage was done. The child was dead, the mother that killed him clearly sick in the head.

She then attacked him to, but the goal of the knife no one knew. For Jonah dodged but tripped her leg and on the knife she fell, tried to stop but to late she had sealed her own fate.

Jonah tended to the woman and checked the child, but the damage was done, a dead mum and innocence bleeding on the floor.

All at once the hunter appeared a smile on his face long and weird. “Your time has come, you day is done. For this ****** you will be hung"

So the hunter went to the police and a hunt began... he was not going to be released.

For his life Jonah ran, until he met he friend the tall man... "Follow me and you will be safe we will find a way out of this place"

All at once there was a flash; this man was using magic with blood and ash. When Jonah looked around at where he had gone, he knew not where he was. But the place looked weird and the man even more, how could he have hypnotized the guard before?

Was he an angel or a devil, Jonah could not tell...

"Jonah, Leave. Never return the rest of these sinful creatures will burn!"

With his clock friend in mind, Jonah begged the tall man to be kind... they were not evil just misunderstood he begged for forgiveness. Even though they never would.

The tall man then explained to him "I can only save you if they pay for them. For there must be balance no one can win”

So it came that Jonah chose his end. To save the life of his Undone friend.

It was this choice that saved Undone, from a horrible and deadly lesson.

Jonah felt a strange force pulling him, towards the ones that where following him.

So much hatred and sick delight, Jonah was stunned by fear and cried.

The priest ordered the rope around his head.
The leaver was pulled and Jonah was dead.

Jonahs friends never became aware as his body was dumped without a care.

Who are you?
Why are you in my bed!
Oh god the pounding chattering in my head.

Hang on a moment I remember now
We met last night? really not sure how...

Ah not so loud, your awake
Hangover cure then.
Two tons of last nights pasta bake.

Find some shorts... there ripped in half
No worries though only got them for a laugh.

Pop some pills, now find and dandy
Lucky I keep some of them handy.

She walks in to the room, cute as can be.
But that's plain for all to see.

Eat, shower, shave and bye.
Last was good and so am I.

Nobility is a word seldom spoken,
an idea that has forever been forgotten.

But out of the red and into the light.
Made this boys world ever so bright.
Was the man who told him wrong from right,
pray that he shall live for one more night.

Though we can never know just what to do.
Or how to convey how much love they have for you.
We know that this love is true.

For a just noble man.

Long farewell to pass into night,
twist and weave the green, green grass you hold so close.
Never letting it be known that the long walk we take
is mostly made of thorns.

Mind the lines for they are only lines.
Remember when the clouds gather
firefly's will kiss back the rain.
Shine like the mind.

Forever hold onto the long and dusty road
made of thorns and grass.
Let wine guide your feet
and forever hold the fire.

Let me be the one who walks through open doors
Life showing remnants of days ignored.
Stubbing the candle in search
of normative light.

So that scented tables guide the way,
into frolicking lands where harps should play.
When these creatures take my hand
Finally all is complete.

Valleys sink and mountains rise
shifting between separate pairs of eyes.
Taking me to where is, should be.
Forlorn, for being in the now.

Take stock staggers the rocks
into shapes forming the cinder blocks.
Perhaps the mundane
can in some ways beautiful.

Perhaps I am me because, you are here.
Know you make me. Me.

Thus it would rightly follow that I am me and you are we.
Together we must be.

One.

Know that  through you I become, me.
Because of you. Making eyes see.

Half of me, you must be.
To complete me.
The way that you do.
Thank you. For showing me,
that together we, are me.

Who needs love when
I have a bottle of *****!

Who needs love when
I have some good friends!

Who needs love when,
when I have work!
I will no longer have anything to shuck.

Who needs love when I have solitude!
At last a moment of peace.

Who needs love... me I suppose.