0002 a presance

 

0002apresance

 

Date:   02/01/99 11:13:15 GMT

From:  YENTI

To:      Sunni

 

A presence

 

It was seen that below the windows of the soul

There was a milk white expanse

So pure that its invite soared above all ideals

Nothing could deter the vision of purity

Where evasive stresses played in chorus

With the presence of other beings

Only to be ignored then sent to the windows of the soul

Here the presence descended into the depths

As if held lightly in the folds of a velvet gown

Sinking through mirth laden love which bubbled up

Seeking an exit assisted with the company of freedom

Given with a free spirit egged on to yield, an age of time passed

By holding each bubble with joy as it reaches for the surface

Loved and enjoyed with abandon in anticipation of the bursting

Where the universe is held within a velvet dome

Where all times and things are forever

Deep beneath there stirred a soul expanding outward

Its very being slowly rising as if imitating the opening of a rose

That was held as a bud for its beauty to long

Escape it cries with utter joy, as it opens its mind to see

 

Yenti

 

Just a few lines for you to see that which is written

For a person some time ago

If you can visualise someone who wants to scream out for joy,

But will not as their culture doesn’t permit such an outburst,

Then to have a companion spirit felt which is welcome

And needs some of the screaming, well that’s how it seems

 

Hope it makes some sense in that direction,

I don’t usually explain but it will make a change

Hello!

 

 

 

This whole beautiful journey as I will call it, although as it unfolds

You will see the stresses it can bring also, started as the last seconds

of the old year passed and the first contact with Sunny was started

Sounds a little like an Alien contact, but when you actually speak to

someone for the first time you feel all the misapprehensions that

would be similar to a first date, and even to go as far as an Alien

contact.

There are many strange rooms on the net all with their own function

and as I was into poetry and general writing I was looking for an outlet

for some of my work, and would spend many late night hours just talking

to people all over the world.

My favourite place was the Instant Cafe, this is a lovely place, where

lots of poets and writers go to be with someone.

 

Sometimes to get away to a place where they can be outside of the

stresses of their own lives or pick up help in problems big and small,

on any subject. Anyway it’s a lovely room with lots of lovely people

there and I spent lots of time with them.

The main problem was that it was late into the night before lots of

them arrived as the Cafe is in America.

The strange thing is I cant even remember if I was there, or in a room,

or where I was at the time, it seemed after a while to pale into

insignificance, there was this profile of someone.

 

Profile and First talk

 

The Profile was of someone Called SunxTwo.

 

Member Name: – Sunny, Sunni, Sun, Or Just Hey You

Location: -North Wales

Birth date: – 27 Oct

Sex: – Female

Marital Status: -Married

Hobbies: -Poetry, Writing, Swimming, Running, Living, Heights

Computers: – A Frustrating Grey One

Occupation: -Nurse, Trainee Counsellor

 

I thought she sounded interesting, so I called up the IM screen for

SunxTwo and as is my fault in life, that I just love to speak to

the ladies of the species, I began to speak to her.

Big Hello…. Date: 30/03/99 20:48:16

My Tony.
Hello special you.
needs of us.
I’ve no need to say hello .
you have been here all the time.
I’ve no need to say goodbye .
we will always be .
I need to ask you, how you are.
I need to hold you.
to make you feel held.
I need you to know.
that I am with you.
we need.
I need me.
you need me.
you need you.
I need you.
I, lots of things you.
I have been, resting my mind ,.
putting an order in my world,.
being me,.
thinking with you,.
being the best mum I can be,.
living and seeing for me..
I am a wife and lover.
the one I want to be.
I am in control of me.
I needed to clear a space .
to see me in a world.
of love, hate, need and want.
Now I see me.
much stronger than ever before.
Tony, I am here and there for you.
not for whatever you need.
but for what I need to give you.
It would be sily of me to think.
that I could be whatever you need.
I feel you need much more than I can give.
Tony, you need yourself.
you are all that you need.
you are an amazing and wonderful.
special, feeling person.
I have been touched so gently.
and firmly by you.
you touched my soul.
no not just touched, .
held..
I ache with thoughts of you.
thoughts of wanting.
for lots of things for you.
Tony, be held and loved for who you are.
.
you are.
gentle and kind.
untangle my mind.
fresh and new.
clear as morning dew.
precious as gold.
warm never cold.
making love show.
words they do flow.
the ear that I need.
when I hurt and bleed.
with me in pain.
my dark and my rain.
a breath of fresh air.
you take my despair.
the very best friend.
my life you help mend.
knowing and true.
when words are so few.
giving and calm.
may you not come to harm.
the love that we share.
always to be there. .
Tony.
I love all that you are .
You are.
I am.
Your Lily Sunni.

Laughter

Laughter

The outward laugh was a fading motion only used during the times of being together.
Always away from crowded places
Becoming of little use, can you imagine the sound being of any use when the inner laugh was so colourful?
Consisting of a pattern of all who joined in, and a kaleidoscope of colour from the combined imagination.
Patterns laid on patterns, light made from abandoned inhibitions usually focused on the central spot.
But playtime was the time when the fun made laugh time a quilt spreading in many directions.
This (only after contact with another’s mind with a love that only the mind can portray)

Day one The Birthday

Day one The Birthday (Story telling in verse Dramatic)

Submitted by Ian.T on Thu, 2014-09-04 23:49

I smiled as the room cleared,
my birthday they wanted shared.
Yet I couldn’t stand the hypocrisy,
of a gathering with my family.

I thought thank God I am alone
There is only so much I can share
A family at my age why should I care
I was in my chair with only the phone.

Talk to me you shit, ring damn you
Shrill sounds rocked the room
Thought I was psychic at the noise.
It was one of the departed boys.

He had left his game boy thing
Said he would call around soon
I didn’t want to be disturbed again.
They seemed to want me insane.

I told the little shit to forget it
I was going to phone my friend
There was a few things I had to do
I didn’t want to be disturbed by you.

I slammed the phone down too hard
The ear piece broke, I picked up a shard
Black as the night it was, and razor sharp
It pierced my skin, and this was the start.

I looked around at the things I had
Released from this crap I laughed,
the sound seemed to ring in my ears
It drove me to spill raging tears.

A blank red feeling scouted my mind
I had to go out and leave sanity behind
There in that world of darkness dwelt
Ones I held responsible for how I felt.

The birthday party ( part two edited for play Drama)

Submitted by Ian.T on Mon, 2014-09-08 09:23

Grampy lives alone and is becoming angry at the visits from his close or so called close family
Grampy has reached his limit, with most of his family.
We will follow the day through his birthday till about a week later.
This happens in many families but not with an ending quite so abrupt.
Most times you watch the old person sink into an old folks home totally alone, it is hard to be old.
Let’s pop in and listen to Grampy’s thoughts for a while..

“Grampy’s Birthday”

“Opening scene” Grampy in his sitting room,
Talks to himself after the party, just sitting there..
Thank God they have all gone, it’s my birthday they wanted it.
I can’t stand their hypocrisy, a gathering with my family.
Thank God I am alone, there is only so much I can share,
A damn family at my age why should I care.
I sit for days here in my chair with only the phone.
If only a real phone call would come through
“Talk to me you shit”, I said, ring damn you.
Shrill sounds rocked the room, Grampy seemed to jump.
Great now I am becoming psychic.
Picks up the phone.
One of the departed boys, had left his game boy behind
Said he would call when he had time Grampy didn’t want to be disturbed again.
Go away leave me alone I was about to phone my friend,
He said.. “I don’t need to be disturbed by you.
(He slammed the phone down so hard.
The ear piece broke, the piece broke off and a shard
Black as the night it was, and razor sharp,
It pierced his skin, and this was just the start.)
He looked around at the things he had there,
then the anger grabbed at him,
Shaking his head as if to shake off the pain,
He gasped.
The sound seemed to echo in his ears,
It drove him into a spate of raging tears.
Grampy paces the room slowly as only he could.
Grampy became locked in the anger and rage.
A blank red feeling scouted my mind
He had to go out and leave sanity behind.
There in that world of darkness dwelt.
I will find those responsible for how I feel.
Curtain down then up smoothly.
Scene two
The Parties End
Grampy talks to the audience for the first few lines.
Stupid me I missed the step on leaving my house.
The flashing lights, I didn’t know what the fuss was about.
I am, after a day of pain, resting back here again.
I need to sort this family out to stay sane.
The anger must have died as I hit the floor
Shut up, you lot I know about the pride and fall.
I am now sat here in my home waiting for the drone
of the family that won’t leave me alone.
I know they will come, I don’t want them to call.
I feel stupid about the fall, all I want to do was bawl.
There are two grandchildren that I will call to me.
Susan and Paul, they have true feelings you see.
Knock, knock.
Enter Susan all Flustered.
“Hello Susan lovely for you to visit me”
“Grampy, what the hell did you do?
It made me cringe I thought I had lost you”
“I was angry little one, and rushed outside.
Didn’t see much until it hit my backside”
“It was my birthday that went all wrong,
The family were playing the same old song”
“But Grampy you know that I love you so”
“Yes little one I didn’t want you to go”
“It was the others that try to bleed me.
Of my money, and later they want my property”.
Their gifts are as shallow as they are.
Some aftershave and shower soap in a tiny jar”
“But Grampy I haven’t had any money for a while
To buy you things that would make you smile”
“The others are so damn mean,
They are like leeches around a bloody stream.”
“Susan will you ask young Paul to come visit me?
There is something for you both, I want you to see”
“Alright Grampy I shall ask him round for tea.
Will Saturday do as we are both free?”
“Yes my sweet that will be fine”
Thinking:- It is Tuesday now and I hope I have time.
At this Susan left.
I picked up the phone and called my attorney.
He said everything would be finished by Thursday.
Scene Three
Saturday comes:- Susan followed by Paul arrive.
“Come in you two I am very much alive.
I have to let you both know what I will do
I have changed my will, and left everything to you both.
Paul suddenly stood to one side, a small gun in his hand.
Susan screamed as if stung by a bee.
Paul lifted his hand saying “It is too late for me”.
He pulled the trigger.
Grampy saw a flash.
He seemed to be stuck, couldn’t flee.
His face reflects the warm glow of pain, after that, nothing.
Paul sneered “You stupid old fool”
Susan started crying, but it was to no avail,
screaming “What did you do”?
She moves quickly to hold Grampy’s head.
Grampy lies still with eyes closed so dead.
Curtain LOL

Storytelling in Pink (No 17 Creel’s story)

Storytelling in Pink

Submitted by Ian.T on Mon, 2014-10-06 23:22

Ask Fitzroy he has had a body left behind that in stature resembles his,
while he and Mackwill’s wife are away to have a damn good time,
the body may have been supplied by me J Creel to disgrace the hotel LOL,
but I was a little late as someone was there before me.
I told him he was finished in this city.
Thank you Mog, how many of you thought he wasn’t real,
Yours Creel.
PS:- Mog or one of them is short for Morgan a man of the night who will do anything without question lol, he has an identical twin and they are both evil.
I Creel relates
A sultry character who didn’t give his name
Asked me if he could join in with my game
I told him what I knew so far of my hate for Mackwill
He smiled at me and said there are a few things to do
He was paid by Fitzroy who wanted time to flee with his new find
I asked what, he said don’t you know, Mackwill’s wife was why.
We planted a body behind his hotel, without a head so they can’t tell
A friend I know at a local morgue gave it to me free.
I asked the man what of the head, he said buried in Tyburn’s bed.
Why do you want to hurt Mackwill as a few of us do?
He told me a story not sure if it’s true, so I may add it to my tale.
That’s Mackwill fate, its great fun for me to see another with hate
Those detectives haven’t got a clue, knife, blood, I had left a few.
I think that a whisper in a detective’s ear, will make it clear.
I found many that have the same hatred of that Hotel.
But that is another tale, if they ever interview me I shall tell.
He, He, He, love you all, sometimes known as Ian.T..

Scribblers piece for No 7 A Study in Pink

Submitted by Ian.T on Tue, 2014-09-30 16:02

I’m here
Limited time to post so here goes:-

Mog floats the night, mist filled and dead
savouring *Jack’s last fulsome taste
seeking someone to fill Jack’s stead.
Mog drifts slowly, there is no haste.
Nearby it hears a scream and gurgle
decides to waft toward the scene
(did someone die in midst of burgle?)
The “taste” of fear is coloured green.
By the time I get to the fear’s source
the well of rage is fleeing fast
and a crowd is gathering, of course.
Diverse emotions now are cast
There are five or six hosts here,
a pool of blood steaming and slick
All emotions not just fear,
which one to pick, which one to pick?
*
“Jack” is Jack the ripper. Mog’s last host who he’d driven insane and who has just died from syphilis,
Stan
Last few words:
As Stan has a problem with being at the comp for very long I have taken the liberty of posting his piece as above for the continuance of the story so far

02/01/99 11:13:15 GMT

The Sending

 

After that first initial contact the next day I sent a piece that had been written for a Japanese lady to whom it had not been given as we lost contact

I would spend lots of time writing for other people, little pieces that sometimes portrayed some of their inner feelings.

Some people would call it a gift but sometimes the insight was more of a curse.

Later in my story of these days you will see some of them come to light

 

 

 

Date:  02/01/99 11:13:15 GMT

From:  YENTI

To:    SunxTwo

 

A Presence

 

It was seen that below the windows of the soul

There was a milk white expanse

So pure that its invite soared above all ideals

Nothing could deter the vision of purity

Where evasive stresses played in chorus

With the presence of other beings

Only to be ignored then sent to the windows of the soul

Here the presence descended into the depths

As if held lightly in the folds of a velvet gown

Sinking through mirth laden love which bubbled up

Seeking an exit assisted with the company of freedom

Given with a free spirit egged on to yield, an age of time passed

By holding each bubble with joy as it reaches for the surface

Loved and enjoyed with abandon in anticipation of the bursting

Where the universe is held within a velvet dome

Where all times and things are forever

Deep beneath there stirred a soul expanding outward

Its very being slowly rising as if imitating the opening of a rose

That was held as a bud for its beauty to long

Escape it cries with utter joy, as it opens its mind to see

 

Yenti

 

Just a few lines for you to see that which is written

for a person some time ago.

If you can visualise someone who wants to scream out for joy.

Though will not as their culture doesn’t permit such an outburst.

Then to have a companion spirit felt which is welcome

and needs some of the screaming, well that’s how it seems.

 

Hope it makes some sense in that direction,

I don’t usually explain but it will make a change.

 

Yenti

 

Later that day I also sent a short piece that I had just sent out to

one of my other friends this was called “Someone”

 

Someone”

 

If you walked with the Angels

would you walk with me

If you talked with the Angels

would I hear

If I knew you were an Angel

would I dare

If we both were as Angels

we could share

 

 

 

 

These little verses are sent between people that write on the net

to give each other boosts of friendship and sometimes for their views

on their own work

Sunny and I carried on for the next few days swaping little things,

talking for what seemed hours cementing our initial contact with small

talk, which in normal ways would be as body language is to a couple

meeting in a pub or some other place.

Infact a prelude to courting as it were,seeking out the little things

that the other likes and dislikes, also it establishes the style of

writing so that you recognise the other .

Sunny and myself would arrive on screen a lot of times at the same

moment and for some reson this carried on throughout as if we knew the

other was just arriving.

Later there were a few overlaps of talk when there is a lapse in concentration

On the net some people talk to one or more at the same time, this is

where you have to be very careful, as the wrong words are sent through

to the  other person and as they are sent instantly it can cause a

problem.You try talking to one girl that you have been very friendly

with and then another one comes on scren and half your message goes

astray,can become a bit hard to explain.

Sunny and I began using shortened words and there are always abreviations

that are used on the net of which l will put to the side as they crop up

Sunny and me would refer back to things that we wrote very often as

a coded message, this will become aparent later as we grew together.

During this time, with lots of talking most nights we became quite close

 

The next step was to write what we have is “E” mails these letters are

much cheaper than the old post man and much faster, it was so lovely

when the very first ones were exchanged between us.

As poems are always sent this way, but to have an actual letter well

that is much more personal.

This would be a big step for us as it would mean that another form of

communication had opened, where we could talk when either were absent.

So it was a great step for us both.

When I saw the first letter rather than a poem or verse.

It would be more of the other person coming down the line to boost

the initial talking and sending this makes it feel closer as the words

are directed at you

Annie’s journey

Annie’s journey

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Chapter One

1949 A village life

Annie was born in 1945 in a small Leicestershire village, it was a lovely place to live except for one thing, and everyone knew everyone else! The local policeman would find you out if you had done something wrong and clip your ear and send you home to Mum and tell you that he would speak to your Mother later on in the day. The children would be terrified but they would all tell their mothers that they had been caught; as it was worse if you didn’t. She was the youngest of eight children. The elder brothers and sisters would say she was spoilt but Annie defiantly thought not their parents were very strict in their up bringing, discipline was high on the agenda, each child had their jobs to do, but they had a good life compared to many in the area.

Annie was a little girl of four years old, she was a happy little thing, always smiling and chatting, but there was something different about her, she spoke to dead people! She was always talking to these other people that no one else could see, but she was happy doing so. Her parents just thought she had imaginary friends and was happy in that knowledge after all didn’t all children goes through a stage when they had imaginary friends?

Annie was rounded in figure with long red hair which she hated with a passion maybe it was because all the elderly ladies in the neighborhood would say silly things such as “ did your Mummy leave you out in the rain to get rusty” Or another one was “ I see your Mummy has been giving you too many carrots!” Annie was a shy girl, she didn’t much like it when people called to speak with her Mummy, and she would run and hide away.

Daddy was always at work; Annie didn’t like that very much as she loved her daddy. She would wake up early in the morning just to be with him before he went to work at the bicycle shop, he went to work on a motorbike which was great fun and when it was time for daddy to go to work, Annie would jump on the back pillion seat and hitch a ride just to the bottom of the street, she would run back home after planting a kiss firmly on Daddies cheek.

They all lived in a large corner terraced house, which lead to open fields; it had a private road and a stile, which you climbed over to gain access to the first field. Annie and Mary her sister would go into the field and sit and dream of all the things they would do when they grew up. Mary was a pretty girl with long blonde hair, very petite. People would say she had the look of an angel; Annie laughed at this as Mary was very tough, she always had her own way in all things and got away with many misdemeanors, due to her innocent looks! Mary also hated the fact that Mummy always wanted her to take Annie everywhere with her. Annie was so boring; she didn’t talk to her friends but instead would speak to these stupid people that no one could see! Mary’s friends would laugh and say that Annie was cracked!

Everything changed when Annie turned five, her birthday was in September and she started to school on her birthday! Not that Annie minded, she couldn’t wait to start school as she was the only one at home and felt left out. So she bounced to school holding Mummies hand, she turned to Mummy at the school gate and said “you don’t need to come in with me, I am a big girl now” but Mummy insisted on going along to the class room with her, why?  She really did not know. It was such fun being at school; so much to do, but it was a little frightening meeting other children. Annie was a bright child always wanting to learn, always ready to please but still liked to be on her own and would often be found talking to people that no one could see!

What everyone didn’t know was that Annie was speaking to what is commonly known as the dead, but she knew it was Spirit. She knew that when people died they went onto another dimension which was called the Spirit World. As other people didn’t understand about this, she found that they thought she was mentally disturbed, so she began to realize that it was best not to tell others about these Spirit friends. She even managed to push them away from her life totally for a time during her teenage years.

 

Mirror war

Mirror war

 

How could I ever tell you my thoughts as I wander this war torn place that is what you would call home.

Thirsty, dirty, smelly, you can only sit there watching your stupid televisions where some weak minded ape has deemed it necessary that you don’t have bad dreams, where the news is glossed over into snatches of our poverty, without feeling where there is a need to feel.

Where you can pretend to feel without the sensation of feeling

I will take you into my head where there is reality of being what you pretend to see

 

List

 

GRAB THE TIGER

SEARCH FOR FOOD

INJURIESEATING DUST

SLEEP

FRIENDS

FAMILEY

HATE LOVE PITY

 

TRANSFER

 

POEMS

 

LEBANON

TERROR OF WAR

CASUALTY OF WAR

A New Way

 

Can you see yourself the child asked?
In my view was a child dressed in Yellow
“I know you” I said, but did I speak.
“I know you too Granddad”.

“It was as a moment ago”, she said
“That I spoke to you, and of you,
and yes I heard you, now I see you.
You are now a part of us always.”

I knew of this place and it is so true,
the beauty and peace. Was I awake?
“Not awake you are just aware,
know that we are in a beautiful place.”

“You told us you would come” she said,
“To help us in our tasks here.”
“Yes” I said, “It is for me to do
I will help you as it is pure love.”

“I will learn to listen and find the children,
those that need to be here also, but are lost
A loss that they cannot understand
Life left in many places so swift without reason.”

That final Journey held at bay,
a calling for help noticed only by our way
Then with our hands we reach out to them,
We walk, listen, then reunite them with their love

Seeking out finding those Spirits lost,
bringing them back home to us
This is as we have been asked to do
For them to return to the home of everyone