Pitch Love by Jessica Singleton ( A fictional story )

                                                                 Pitch   Love
                                                                        By;
                                                        Jessica  Anne  Singleton

                                                         (  A fictional   Story   )

" I went to the Garden of Love. And I saw what I never had seen.  A chapel was built in the midst where I used to play on the green.  And the gates of this chapel were shut. So I turned to the Garden of Love that so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves where  flowers should be.  And Priest in black gowns were walking their rounds. "  - William Blake

Pitch  Love

Love is the color of night in a cold transparent room. Only because when it leaves, do you realize that you need a coat.  The transparency turns to light and you turn to dust from looking into the sun. So empty and broken.  Nothing can repair the flower in your garden.

Winter does not need an invitation to crowd a room.

Once upon a time there lived a great king in a far away land.  He was a fairy king named Time.  Time had a beautiful daughter named Jessica.    Jessica was not the typical fairy princess.  She was more like Joan D' Arc then a winged princess.  Jessica went with the knights on most of their journeys into the forest.  

One day the king received a letter from his knights that war was in the land.  It was not coming from the four corners.  This war was different.  No one could tell where this invisible threat came from.  But it was killing everything in it's path.  The kingdom was living in fear of their lives.

King Time sent his men and his daughter to ask for the help of a man that lived in the woods.  The man's name was Emerald Chant.  He was half witch and half fairy.  He was tall and had the features of a vampire to most who looked upon his face.  He did not leave his castle very often.  He kept a cat as a companion.  The cat was rumored to be the reincarnated soul of an ax murder.  The cats name was Dante.  

Jessica's unicorn was a black beauty that she named Magic.  When they arrived at the castle they were met by a garden keeper named Toes.  Toes was a small elf and he was the maid to Emerald.  

The garden was a forest all of it's own with statues of angels and fountains of silver frost.  The flowers were wild dark purples and reds. The garden must have housed a thousand red robins and black ravens.

Toes took all of the kings men and the princess in to see Emerald.  

When Emerald saw Jessica, he looked like he was awake for the first time. The look of recognition was undeniable in them both.  Their conversation was serious and they did not smile.  But they kept looking at each other in that way.

Jessica fell in love with Emerald.  They became close after months of being together working on the same thing. His eyes were like sea shells that opened to black pearls.  Jessica's eyes were a sea of dark blues and onyx storms.

Years later the war had not ended but it had slowed to a stand still.  Jessica became friends with a man that lived in another kingdom.  His name was Sonte.  Sonte fell in love with Jessica.  He knew that he could not have her.  He knew that Jessica's heart would not leave the one she was with.  When fairies fall in love, nothing can end that love until their hearts are broken.

So Sonte started to cause problems for Jessica.  The knight of the Halloween Ball, Sonte paid a red haired elf to kiss Emerald.  Jessica was afraid that the man that she loved was in love with someone else.

She did not say anything.  She did not want to take his happiness away.  She did not want him to stay with her because it would break her heart if he left. So she stayed silent.  Emerald noticed the change in Jessica's behavior.  So one night when he was walking by her, she started to move away from him.

Emerald swung around like a dancer and he wrapped his arm around his wife.  He leaned down into her ear.  

"  I truly do love you.  Only you.  When you are sad, it breaks my heart.  I do not know what has made that look appear in your eyes but I do not like it.  Tell me what it is and I will make it right. I love you. Please let me help you. Whatever it is?  Whatever it could be?  You must tell me now.  There is death all over this land.  I live in a graveyard.  But losing you would be the death of me. "

"  Do You really mean what you say ?  "

" I did then and I do now. "

Jessica buried her head into Emerald's chest and she started to cry.

" I saw you kiss that red haired girl the other day. I saw it.  Sonte said that you were her lover.  She lives in his kingdom. "

Emerald looked confused.  He had to think for a moment.  Then he said,

"  No I did not know her.  She came as his date for the evening.  I was just standing there and she jumped at me.  I did not have time to push her away before she kissed me.  I am sorry but he lied. "

That is when he said something about Sonte that made Jessica remember a letter of war that had been sent to her father.

The links lined up like puzzle pieces.  

Sonte was the reason for war.

Jessica and Emerald could finally put an end to this war.

And they did.

The world was safe again.

There was not more untimely deaths.

The  End

Masked Friend

Forgotten memories
Found inside of shoe boxes.
Silk letters pressed to my ears.
Handed down depravity .
Defiled my sanity.
Never fit just right 
and I wear it anyway.


There was a woman with a mind control problem today.  She worked at her own home. Buying herself time that never existed anyway.  She knew my name by heart and she wanted to meet me inside of a shoe box bar.

And her cat fell out of her egg carton years ago.

A rewrite of a story that I copy righted. All the Kings Horses and All the Kings men

I wrote a story a few years ago.  The name of that story was all the Kings Horses and All of the Kings men.  It was copy righted in a collection of work that was titled The Jessica Orphan Collection.  

Well, it had a sad and dangerous ending.  So I kept saying that I wanted to go and re do it at a later time.  I wanted the story to be a little different.  So today in this blog I will do just that.  A side note on the art; most of it is random net finds but one of those pieces of art is actually by Chris Mars. I do not know him personally.  He did not license it out. I found it online but he is perfect like Clive Barker with art and creation .... So I had to barrow it without asking. 

                                                  

                                             All   Of   The   Kings   Men
                                                                   By;
                                                  Jessica     Singleton

                                                      

                                        

   



               "   Ladies and Gentlemen ,  I am now locked up in a handcuff that has taken a British Mechanic  5 years to make.  I do not know if I will get out of it or not.  But I can assure you.  I will do my best  .  "   -  Houdini


              "  From Childhood's Hour, I have not been as others were.  " - Edgar Allan Poe


             "  When my father and my mother forsake me , then the Lord will take me up .  " - Psalms Ch 27  v 10 KJV







                                                          Part  1
                                                

  Once upon a time in a far away kingdom, there lived a great king named Winston.  He loved his wife Lourie very much.  They wanted a child of their own.  For many years they tried to have children but for some reason they never got pregnant.

  Then one March night something changed.  The Queen had tried a magic potion that a wizard sold her and she got pregnant.

Nine months later a young prince was born.  They named the prince Hampton Winston Harper the 3rd.  Hampton was not like other babies.  He was much smaller and tiny in the limbs.  Hampton also would not stop crying.  
So the queen and the king sent their knights to find a doctor who would know what to do for the tiny baby prince.  

When the doctor came to the castle, he said that Hampton was fragile and he had something wrong with him where his bones were like glass.  So most of Hampton's life, he would have to sit or be still upon piles of pillows.  That way nothing could harm him.  

Hampton was a sweet child and he felt very lonely and alone most of his childhood.  He was locked up in his tower where he had no one to talk to but his stuff animal collection. 

 Lourie was a drunk and she lived in her own mind most of the time.  As though his mother was locked in a past that she could not get back.
Winston senior was a money hungry king that worked all the time.  He left home and would stay away for months at a time.  
Winston would not even look at Hampton.  Hampton was not the son that Winston had envisioned as his own.

Hampton was so breakable and tiny that he would never be a knight that went to war to save his country.  

Hampton was still playing with action figures and reading comic books when he was 15 years old.  Hampton slept with a teddy bear that he named George Washington.  Most young men are already looking at girls at that age.

Winston wanted to cry when he thought of how far off his son was compared to others.  Hampton noticed how his father looked and talked to him.  As though he was the hired help and it made him sick.

Hampton lived in fear of his drunk mother most of the time.  No one even gave him a chance.  He was not dumb.  He was not sick in the head.  Hampton did not want to be  a  child forever.  He was just from a different generation then his father.

One of the maid's children came to work in the courtyard and his name was Doh.  Doh was a French boy who befriended Hampton.  They both liked to read and they both had kept their childhood teddy bears.

One day at the dinner table King Winston addressed his son on the coming royal ball that was to take place on Halloween night.


                   "   Hampton ,  I do not know if you have noticed but it is October and the royal fall ball is upon us.  You cannot take the help to the ball.  So have you thought about who you want to take as a date?  "

                     "  Nope.  I do not care about that ?  "

                    "  You  do  not care ?  You do not care about that ?  Is it ? And why is that may I ask you ? "

                   "  I cannot dance anyway.  Those things are boring.  I do not like any of the princess in the land.  I just want to get a plate of food and go hid in my room.  Doh says that he has a new board game that I can borrow. "

                      Winston's fork clanked to his plate as he lowered his hand suddenly and then his eyes made a second shelf approach to his sons gaze until their eyes met.

                         "  What .... No... Let me ... Okay I have to know.  No Hampton I really have to know.  How do you plan on controlling a country on your own someday if you do not do anything but play with plastic toy soldiers and sit around your room reading books on the wild west frontier. ???    I have to hear this.  In fact you should enlighten your mother and myself on what it is that you will learn from the wild west shows anyway?  This is England and you are not from the deep south.  "


                       "  Well, my school work proves that I'm not stupid father.  You don't have to act like a stuffed toy is a bomb.  I'm not forty yet.  There is no one to talk to .  I do not harm others. I am sick of those events.  They are just an excuse for mom to drink.  Those girls know less about running a country then I do.  They'd ruin any land.  They sit down more then me.  They laugh at other people that they do not know.  That sounds dumber then playing with toy blocks.  Then all they want is money but they do not want to have to do anything to earn money.  Talking to them is worse then listening to the beggars ask you for insanity.  I cannot do anything at those events anyway.  I look dumb in that monkey suit that mom puts over me.  I sit there and no one wants to talk to me.  They act like I'm a creature from the black sea just because I'm short.  Like they are so appealing to me anyway. I am just smart and mature enough not to voice my opinion in the room like a 2 year old brat that has to pee his pants. "

                              Lourie almost started to laugh but she swallowed hard on her wine before she looked off at the wall.  Winston put his hand on his forehead and rolled his eyes. 

                           " Hampton listen to me.... I think you are still a child in the head.  Growing up is communication and moving forward.  I do not like this new attitude that you are showing off.  I think you need to be grounded and then that will give you time to think of your choice.  I am forced to find you a suitable date on my own.  I think the princess to Bozic is fine.  I will send word to her....  "

                                "  Oh no... please FATHER.... NO- "

                             " Hampton I am talking.  No is not the answer.  I will send word to her father and he will know that she is your choice,  our choice for a suitable date.  "

                              Hampton's eyes filled with tears.  He just shook his head and he wheeled his chair off from the table.

                           Winston called out at his son,

                         "  You will thank me someday son... Remember that .  "



                                                            Part  2


                   Doh and Hampton were playing chess and listening to a record of Thrash Metal in Hampton's room.  

                                       "  So who is the lucky girl that will hang around you ? "
                                        "  Boznic . "
                                       " Oh. "

                                      "  I do not want to talk about it.  I do not even want to know about it.  Do not make a joke.  Please.  "

                                            "  I do not laugh at you.  You know that. "

                                              " Thank you. I cannot stand this house. I want to move out.  The day that I turn 18 years old.  I am running away.  I swear I will.  "

                                               "  I will come with you. I want to be an artist.  We can join the circus. I can paint the clowns faces and you can just tell people what to do.  That is what kings do.  They are like ring leaders. "

                                        "  That is just it.  I do not want to tell anyone what to do.  It makes me think of my father.  I cannot stand him.  I love him. I would never hurt him but he looks at me the way I want to look at him. "

                                       "  What does it matter?  You are you.  You are the crowned prince of England.  You are famous and you rule a whole world.???  "

                                        "  It is not that.  Those things do not change you as a person.  It is the moral of it.  My mother drinks herself silly.  She lives like a child in her head.  He takes off like he does not have a home or family all the time.  What would I do, if I did not read ?  Sit and stare at the wall like a drunk wizard ?  You'd think that he'd at least treat me like his son.  I am his family.  He cannot stand me.  He brought me into this world.  It hurts.  He cannot take it back.  "

                                      " I think I understand. People talk to me like that.  Like I'm just the hired help.  Like I am not a person at all.  It gets to me.  They act like I do not matter. "


                                      "  Can we just play chess here and not hear about the wow is me for a while??.  It reminds me of the way that people look at me. ?  "

                                        " Sure.  No problem.  Do you want to borrow that record for a while?  I can leave it for you? "

                                        "  Yeah.  I like that metal up the ass song. "

                                             "  Hey if swamp thing came at your dad like a demon out of hell singing that, I bet he'd piss his own pants. haha "
                            
                                                The room was filled with laughter for a while over that comment.



                                                         Part  3


Lourie came to her son and took him out to the garden.  There was a hot air balloon waiting and she took him for a ride in the sky to look down at the world.  It was beautiful and crystal clear in the August Sky.

The day of the ball, the staff was busy decorating the royal ball room.  Royal blue silk curtains lined the windows in a midnight sea.  Peacock feathers and orange tiger lilies filled carnival glass vases.  Amber colored goblets and autumn gold plates lined the tables.  Huge bouquets of pumpkins and candies were places in the center of each table.  Black emeralds and red Amber stones were used to make custom lighting fixtures for the dinning hall.

When the event started Hampton and his date sat in the corner drinking punch and watching the adults drink.

                                   " So you sit down a lot.  Are you not able to walk on your own.?  "

                                  "  No I can actually walk, I just do not want to. "
    
                                   "  Then why are you always sitting down like that ?  That does not make sense.  What is wrong with you.? "

                                    " Nothing is wrong with me.  Look I can walk.  Why don't you walk?  I should ask you that too.  All you do is sit around and  chew when you do not have anything in your mouth to munch on?  Although listening to you talk is about like when people chew.   Nothing is going on then either. "

                                     "  Oh I get it.  You are royalty like me.  I am the same way.  Why should I have to do anything ?  I mean who cares? . If I want it then its mine right.  I just tell my daddy about it.  He will get it for me. "

                                   " Look, princess ,  I am fragile and it is okay if I want to walk.  It is up to me.  But they say that I break easy , so it is better to be careful.  It is not like I'm an asshole who acts like a baby because the truth is, there is no way that I could think for myself long enough to do much more then beg others for what I have never earned .  You know ?  "

                                    She did not get it.  She said, 

                                    " Yeah tell them what you need and they'll get it right or else. "



                                                        Part 4


             Years passed and shortly after Hampton turned 18 years old the country had gone to war.  Winston was at wits end.  He was not winning and there did not seem to be  anything that he could do.  One night the king and all of his men were gathered around a table with plans and maps everywhere.  They had been in that room all night.  

                Hampton just happened to be walking down the hallway.  He popped in and he sat down at the table with all the king's men.

                  "  What is going on ?  Maybe I could help out.  I am good with maps and school work.  My test scores are above most.  "

                             Winston rolled his eyes before he addressed his son.

                        "  I doubt that.  This is not for you to worry about.  You are just a boy Hampy.  Just go back to play with your records and let daddy take care of the country. "

                             Edgar one of the king's leading men was standing there and he spoke up.  

                              " No Winston we could use any input at this point.  I say we give the boy a chance.  He may know a way around this problem.  Hampton if you could help in anyway, please help.  The country needs something  anything really. "

                            " What is the problem ? "

                          "  Well, we can read maps too.  The biggest problem is that we cannot come up with a game plan that lets us move around the enemy without them knowing.  We also have a problem with them getting past our borders.  We have men all over the place.  Not only that as if that was not enough, we are short on man power now.  They have killed most of our men. "

                          Hampton picked up the maps and he studied them.  Then he said, 

                            " You sink their ship from the sea. "

                           "  What ? "

                            "  Dogs smell you coming.  They bark.  They have killed your men but they do not know that .  Make a trip through the water.  Dogs will not trace you there.  Just cut the line in the middle.  Use plastic soldiers like toys.  In case the enemy wakes up.  They are keeping all their bombs and man power on ships.  Sink that thing. Blow it up. Then they have nothing. USE beggars in case it goes wrong.  Then you do not lose anymore men.  Then once you have their weak spot, take the hills and come in from behind.  They will not see it coming.  Then you force them to surrender or be sent to the oubliettes.  Off with their heads. They are on your land.  They are not allowed to take your land.  That ship is yours now.  By law there is nothing that they can do legally if you do blow up their power.  Even if you do not win, by taking out what they have against you, at least they cannot blow up your country anymore.  "

                                     Winston looked at his son for the first time since Hampton had been born and he smiled out of respect.  All those battle ships and plastic toys worked out.

                                        "  I am sorry Hampton that I called you an egg head.  Those are great ideas.  I am proud that you are my son.  "
                                        Hampton was so surprised that he was speechless.  

                     England won the war.  And years later Hampton's father watched his son get married and become one of the greatest kings that England had ever known.



                                                             The End

                                         

Newer poems

Cat Mirror
Double sided marbles 
Broken man 
Vangough faded memories
Sleeping pill addiction 
Brought tiny to her knees 
She's got John on LP
Spinning out loud
Sitting at home and letting imagine echo off the empty box. 
Nothing has changed. 
Don't waste that lie on me
Nothing has changed here. 
You mean something here. 
But you are not forsaken and this is not your job. 
You don't have to do this at all. 
This you signed on for because you want it. This is over and you just want money. 
So don't act like you're the only person on the ship. 
You are no captain if this sounds good to you.
Don't try and turn this into all the souls you never cared about anyway ?!?!
You don't need my forgiveness. 
I'm not the president tonight. 
This is not my battle ship. 


Glass eyes
Pretty mask
He finds his love on the outskirts of downtown tonight. 
Anywhere she's not
But he'll find her there every night 
Cause he cannot let go

A
Tray
Full of yesterday 
Smoked all away. 
Cause you're not here.
I don't know where you went
I take it all in. 
I try to forget that I cannot stop the way I feel. 
There is no great excuse in my diary 
I just regret what I cannot control. 
You make it right. 
You make me feel the way I never can again. 
You should be with me. 
Wrapped around me. 
The life I cannot get back never felt so good. 
You deserve more than this 
And I'm not trying to belittle you. 
But you make me happy. 
She is great for you. 
Don't let her go. 
I'm so broken on the inside of me. You deserve more than a pretty glass package. 
From a distance this cannot go wrong 
But when I wake up... 
I know what reflection that you will see through 20/20 black and white photographs. 
I should stop building this up in my head. 
But when you love someone then you jump in head first. 
So you can fall until 
You crash and break. 
I stayed away to save you. 
I pushed you away so no one would ever hurt you. 
I do not want to drag you into hell. 
But more then that I don't want to get hurt either. 
I've had to many turns at pain. 

Taken astray

" The road to no where leads to me " Ozzy Lyrics


That there is the quote of the day.  Here is a short story about hell.



Taken Astray by Jessica Singleton

This comes in pieces.  
They give you just enough to see.
I could not deal with them anymore.
So I called a person out of the phone book.
I told them about it all.
They knew the number to the police.
Then the real authorities came and took them all down piece by piece.
Then I got my own life back piece by piece all at once. 

I was walking home once. I do not remember how old I was.  I do not know how long it took me to get there but when I got home, I was at my grandparents old house.  I was just walking in the back door with my beaded purse, like I knew where I was going.  My grandmother was in the kitchen.  She was cooking something. She turned to talk to me. I barely hugged her and then I went to the bath room.  When I bent down to wash my hands in the sink, I heard that sound.  The constant drip from my own mind's confusion.  That is when the bath room door opened and my dead grandfather walked in with an ax and my grandmother's head.  I gasp and I screamed.  I feel backwards and I sat on the toilet with my hand over my mouth. Then I woke up.

I have that dream a lot.  The one where I dream about being awake.  The one with ax and the old man George Washington Cherry tree moment.
My doctor said that it was my mind's and heart's way of saying that I felt taken advantage of. Like someone in charge took me for stupid.  I am in need of my own life back.
I stopped drinking alcohol before bed.  Well, I stopped getting drunk all the time.
Once I sobered up, I did not dream.

I had a nightmare about a man who owned an ax.  THE man with the ax wanted to shake my hand and I kept running from him.  He kept following me.  His right hand was a sock monkey.  It was not a puppet on his hand.  His left hand was dirty and odd looking.  That was the hand with the ax.  He wore an old bell hop uniform from some hotel that does not exist.  At least not in this century.
I do not know why I did not want to shake his dirty hands.  It was not the smell.  It was not the fish hooks that hung from his jacket pocket.  It was something else.  

A few days later when I finally got my court settlement , I stopped having dreams about freaks in shows who fuck you over and up the ass hill of life.

I moved away from the shithole town that I lived in.  I could eat clean food and not smell nasty losers around me.   I could even get real medical attention by real doctors.

                                                Then life went back to normal for 80 odd years. I lived a happy healthy life away from stink.


                                                         The  End

Something bad is going on in my life right now

Something is going on in my life. I am not allowed to talk about it.  I do not understand it completely. I deleted my simple site. I will put one up at a later time. I do not want to mess with it now.  I told the truth. People lie. What can I say?  It is not my problem if someone is an a&$h0ll.   Me proving that I'm me;  Oh yeah I was on face book and I found these neat pictures which have nothing to do with me.  I just like art and photography.

The little boy named Toby

                 By 
  Jessica   Singleton


The way he smiled proved that he did not understand.
The way that he laughed ignited a world on fire.
Good for him he did not arrive on that Ship destined to no where.
He was off to Capture  different adventures.
Too well for this sick place.
He was more of what I cannot get back.
More of what I never was.
He was a light house.
Because I was surrounded by the black emerald sea rings.
Lost and alone.
He did not deserve to carry me through.
Good for the little boy named Toby.
The tiny peanut man that wore hats and shook hands with strangers.
He had to find his own way.
That was good because I did not have a home for him to rest in.
The last part that reminds me that I was human.
Brought so low to my knees that I felt like a caged animal at that time.
That time has passed . 
Never to return here again.
Someday there will be a little boy and his name will not be Toby.
He'll ask if he ever had a brother or a sister.
I will have to tell him bedtime stories of a little boy named Toby.
Not a person that ever was.
Just a happy story to keep him enchanted at night.
So he will fall asleep and drift off into a safe place where no one can hurt him in his dreams.
No one talks of people who were never in the room.
It is not proper.

                                                  THE    END

Short story by me Jessica Singleton

                                                              


                                        Vision Range From The Eye of  A  Butterfly

                                                                             By

                                                              Jessica     Singleton


                                                        

The silence that follows the sound of a shot gun could echo like a child's hymn on Easter Sunday.

Mother forgive me.

I have sinned.

I have no excuse.

But from the eyes of butterflies

no one would put the pieces back together.

Not without the piece that I hid in my own pocket.

Cat and Michael lived on the 13th  floor of a New York City apartment.  They had a son named Clive and a cat named Twinkle.  Cat and Michael were not married.  Cat worked for a local magazine named Intelligent Purse.  She was an artist / photographer.  

Saturdays were Cat's favorite day of the week.  She got to wake up early and spend time with her son.  Clive loved cartoons, cereal, and robots.  He was very smart for his age.  

Monday was Cat's day off work.  She went into the city and found an abandoned building that had the windows busted out.  She took her scope camera out of her purse and she shot a few pictures of a butterfly that had landed on the window.  Windows are the eyes to the soul.  So these windows were only the reflection of pain behind what was left of a broken view.    

The broken world and the butterfly who visited the flip side.

It was kind of poetic in an abandoned way.

Tuesday Cat and Michael went on a trip to Italy for her birthday.  

When the couple got back from Italy, they were tired and needed the weekend to fix their sleeping habits.

On Sunday night, Cat woke up in the middle of the night. She had one of those odd dreams.  Her throat was dry and her body was wide awake.  There was no way that she was going back to bed now.  So she got up and she went to the bathroom.

Then she got a bottle of water out of the ice box.

She was warm and decided to go for a walk with her camera.

Cat walked down the street a few blocks and then she slipped on something.  When she tripped, she accidentally took a picture.

There was a man walking to his car.

Nothing that great about him.

She was fine and she went home.

A few days later Cat heard that there had been a crime in that area just a few days before.  So she went to the police and she showed them the picture that she had taken.

It showed the licenses plate and a clear view of the guy driving the car.

He was wanted on a lot of other crimes but he was one of the people who were already being questioned about this crime.

So Cat's photo helped the police.

A few weeks later once life had gone back to normal, Michael had taken their son Clive out one night.

When Cat got home to her apartment, she walked in and then she saw a big guy sitting on her couch.  He looked rough.  

That is when a tall thin man stepped out from the shadows.  He had on clothes that would suggest that his income was more then a doctors.  His shoes alone were 2 thousand dollar Italian Leather.  His shirt was a 7 hundred dollar piece as well.

The thin man had a mark on his wrist.  It looked like a tattoo of a cat.  Like some kind of Egyptian symbol.

Cat knew that her door was locked.

" You are Cat Salstine ?  I am correct on that fact. I am sure of it.  That is what your information says.  "

" What is this ?  Are you here to rob me or something ? "

" No .... I have no interest in your bad photography nor your half rate trend setter apartment.  I am here to give you a message. Do you like messages Cat ? 

" I do not understand this ? "

" Wrong answer.  Let me say this, do you understand words?  You can hear me, can you not ? "

"  Yes you do not have to be rude.  Please do not hurt me , I have a child.  Can you just hurry up and leave.  I do not know you and I did not do anything to you. "

" Shut up.  Now you listen to me.  I am not interested in you Cat.  The women in my country make you look as second rate as your furniture.  I am talking.  You are listening.  You will do exactly what I tell you.  I do not want to be with you much longer.  Just know this.  This is the last time that you will see me.  If you ever have to see me again, then you will not remember it.  Because you will not be  around to know.  I think you can figure that out. "

Cat's eyes filled with tears.  She held them back only with the fact that all her strength was going into holding herself up.  She felt sick and faint. 

Cat shook her head and then she watched that thin man move a vase on her mantle before he walked over to her.

The thin man put a hand on her lower arm.  Not in a sexual way. Just enough to let her know that he could get that close to her.

That scared the hell out of her.

" You took a picture the other night.  I think a few nights back on the 12th.  Yes.  Now you are going to lie to the cops.  You say that you did not see that man in the picture come out of that bank.  You say he was coming from the bar down the road.  "

"  They have security cameras in the bank.  I cannot lie. They will know anyway. "

" No cameras.  I took care of that.  I have business and I do not want it being warm to the touch. So you just do as you are told or else I will start with others. "

" Others? What is that? "

" I like you .  Your name is cat.  Cats always jump back.  They always know how to land.  You can thrown a cat off of a roof and it will land on its feet.  That is amazing.  But I bet if I threw your son off of a roof, he would not bounce back. "

" Oh God. .. no... Please..."

" Then we have an understanding don't we Cat ?  "

She whispered yes because her throat dried up.

The thin man leaned in to whisper back at her.

" Oh and mother, I will make sure that he does not feel his neck break when it hits the sidewalk.  I own a gun. "

Cat closed her eyes.

The men left her apartment.

When Cat's husband came home, she told him her nightmare of a night.  They were both so spooked that they wanted  nothing to do with the situation.

Cat knew that she could not let this go.  The man may come back anyway. That man came into her home where her child slept.  He got past every kind of security known to man to threaten her.

So she went to a private investigator who used to work for the FBI.  He was not the barney type.  He was just smart.

Cat told the pi her story.  He ask her if she could bring him the vase that the thin man touched.  It would have his finger prints on it.

Cat brought the pi the vase.  The pi found the man.

The pi went to the police and it took the whole crime family down before the trial. So no one could hurt anyone.  

Cat got a reward for the information and she and her husband were safe forever.

No one could kill them or any of their family.

They all lived happily ever after.

THE     END   

The Right to life

Today is Martin Luther King day.  But that is not what this blog is about.  Not completely.  


1964
By Jessica Singleton

My freedom flies out the window when I dream.
When I am awake, I know it stands in a corner of a darkened room.
I know that only in dreams, does it have wings.
Like Robins with kite strings.
Always held at bay.
Just beyond my own horizon line.
I watch days slip into warm baths and I watch my hope fade away.
I can see the scars and I can feel the pain.
It never leaves my side.
What it takes from the mind is not as bad as what it steals from the heart and soul.
They will tell you not to talk about it.
Unless you want to be locked up.
No sane person will scream.
No normal person would disagree.
They have a rope and a electric shock therapy machine for the dysfunctional pieces that don't work well with others.
It is a punishment for those to watch you say no.
So there is not tomorrow for you if you don't beg for their approval. 
They take your family apart.
They must be sold off to separate you from where you belong.
No one can stand beside you when you fall apart.
And no one will say anything until , it is their turn to scold or scream.


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There is a man that today was dedicated to.  The reason is that he was an innocent man who gave a speech about freedom.  He stood up in front of the world when it was not okay to talk out loud if you were not white.
He did not pick a fight or start a war.  He did not scold people.  He just reminded them that walking beside someone on the street or having to sit next to them on a bus, was not the same thing as marriage.  It was not right to kill someone just because you did not like their skin or nationality.  They were not talking to you.  You did not have to take their human rights from them.  They could eat in public.  They could go to a hospital and get medical attention.
He was not hated by the whole world for what he said.
But one day- someone took a gun and they shot that man for asking people to consider freedom for all.
It was already a law in constitution and bill of rights.
So it is not like there was not a rule to freedom under one God for an entire nation.
But they killed that preacher man anyway.
Not because he reminded them of what they already knew, because he was black and he ask for peace for blacks.
That is what today was for.  To remind people of that man.
And what he stood for and what he lost.
Life is a precious gift that no one has the right to take away.
They took his life.
It was senseless.
He should be remembered.  He is just as much a part of history as anything else that has happened in life.


I do not know what it is like to be a black skinned woman.
But I do know what it is like to not have a choice, even when you have the right.

So in honor of freedom and equality;
This blog and that poem that I wrote is dedicated to Martin Luther King.

No words define this

I went to Walmart yesterday.  Cause it is already 12 17 AM here.  I told a story about a woman who loved a man and everyone wanted to break them up.  The story was more so about a man who fell in love with a woman and then he lied to her about the one man that she did love. He was hoping that she would leave the other man to be with him.
He was a bad man.  He was the problem inside of the kingdom.
It was about fairies and witches.  More fairy glamour.  
I took one of those PM pills.  Now I'm starting to get sleepy.

Fast words
for slow minds is what the title of this day would show.
That L word goes a long way.

Here is more of my nonsense;

The Taste of Fear

          By

Jessica   Singleton


She kept the sound of his voice inside of her head.
No one can take this away from me.
She'd tell herself about how nothing could change the way that she felt.
Then one day he went away.
He did not love her anymore.
He found someone new.
She kept pushing the thought of him out of her head.
But like she said, nothing can take this away from me.
The thought of him lingered on.
She loved him even still when tears came.
Then one day he came back.
She noticed how she could not look at him the same.
But like she said before;
She was in love with him and nothing seemed to stain the pallet.
It was as though he had never broke her heart.
So she held onto him like he was new.
Then after a hundred years , he passed away in his sleep without pain.
He had lived a good life that lasted him till his 1 hundredth and 3rd birthday.
Like it was the day that she fell in love with him, she remembered the sound of his voice in her head.
She could not forget him.
Age takes every sense away even memory.
But like she said before, nothing could take him away from her.
He was her happy thought.
He made her smile.

Give life not to take it back

                                                        Don't wash this away.  Don't ask me to wait another day. I don't have yesterday. It never can last long enough in my mind and I do not have what would carry me through tomorrow.  So Do not take that away too.  I 'd offer you something even though I should not have to buy what is rightfully mine.  You have no rights here.  You never will again. 


                                                     Contact the right people with the right words.
                                                     Tell them that balloons have let everything you once were out 
                                                       the window.  Set it free and left you caged up.
                                                      Tell them you voted.  Tell them you screamed.
                                                      Watch them lie.  They held the ballad as they threw it 
                                                       in the trash.  No one cares what you were or who you are.
                                                       And it only goes for their lack of compassion.
                                                      The new world definition of compassion is guilt and shame.
                                                      No one should feel anything but filth and decay.




                                                Mary had a little business card.  She carried it around in her over night bag.  Mary gave it to the ones that she hoped would call back.  Mary walked alone.  When Mary died, there was not a soul who knew where her grave was.  Cause no one needed her memory anymore.  


                                        Jack wore a belt of clay.  He only took it off to play.  He played dead in the park with tiny plastic toy trains.  Until one day he fell asleep on a rock.  Then he woke up with a broken neck.