I'm walking down peter street, late evening.

I spy, to my surprise, the devil waiting at a bus stop.

I stop.

The Devil peers at me with a sideways glance, so I ask, "What are you doing here?"

Beelzebub looks at me, with the air of someone who's known too long to care.

He is unmistakable in his appearance though as to why, I'm unclear.

He meets my question with a slight mock grin, and turning eyes to the sky he replies,

"Waiting on a bus."

'Waiting' came with the ring of an eternity.

The kind of low buzz that sings constantly from electricity humming wires playing the rare to notice soundtrack of our day to day, it's The sound of forever.

Unnerved, a little I checked my watch with a jerk.

I thought I was late so I stammered,

"The bus, uh.. It should have just come and passed, right? Only just before I got here?"

I was thinking out loud.

"Has it come?"

Scanning in my direction with a disconnected glance, immediately turning his head back to a unfocused stare he shrugged.

"I'm still waiting" he growled plainly, in a raspy voice with flavor hints of disdain, but he maintained the sheerest of friendly demeanors.

I leaned nearer the sign post parallel my posterior, Resting my weight in a lean to on the poll I try to show

an illustration of my continuing comfort. A falsehood cause I understood who was right there facing me. I felt unsafe inexplicably, but the feeling was understandable.

My safety was lost to a battle with my imagination, sieged upon the realization of who was there making my acquaintance.

I gotta stop, so grasping at my common sense I try looking about, strategically casual.

I say "Looks like there's no telling" in a breathy sighing moan, as if to reassert my comfortable stance out loud.

He saw through me in one scant peek, I knew it, but my weak mind kept it's finger upon the now tattered security blanket It had made for me. Be polite and speak casually,or no, seek help or ask for help, but nothing's wrong really, so why am I alarmed?

What do I do? Here without a clue I ask the first thing I see when I drop my chin in self pity and my eyes focus on my feet on the ground.

Somehow, Their lack of wisdom was profound and exactly the answer i need.

Scrawled out I perceive letters and I read, beseeched by invisible words spelling out, 'do nothing at all'.

Then my shoes posed some

amusing proof I suppose that did well to actually ease me.

"I still have my soles intact!" I chuckle to myself and I'm amused at this fact before I recall my surreal situation.

The motivation for my jubilation did not absolve the danger presently felt right there.

So the grin my face cracked I withdrawal.

I must stave off the invitation my mind sending to welcome to myself total fear.

Then,

'stay calm'

A voice in my ear came through and instructs me. It tugs me a bit back to my senses and my back straightens, and I realize he winces at the momentary shift in stances.. and suddenly I see how I can withdrawal myself from any potential situation, with the lovely realization that I choose what I do and think and

Today I think where I'm going I'd rather walk, and quickly I saunter off.

Could there be a word for such a divine kindness, the like of which dwells within you?

My dear; I think not!

Our words fall short of it's granduer as they are born of mundane human ilk.

One which you so graciously defy, as you shine with the marvels of kinship, and leave me blessed to delight in your generosity.

Thanks dude!

(And I haven't even had coffee this morning)

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|To create this I did a screenshot of my junk folder and opened it in Google translate and selected all copied and pasted it to my notepad. Then went to work deleting words and spaces until this was left. All original order retained and I added the word "But". That's it! Love this challenge, thanks!|

You started playing for the other team so when I went to pitch you called a time out.

Now time Is up and there is a silent crowd.

As I watch from the sidelines; you swing and you miss, but then you'll hit a bunter, that'll tear your ass if you make that home run.

While I'm amiss, caught on the kiss cam warming this bleacher and I'm pissed off.

I'm done honey bun; cause the only future I see costs me playing this game. It is me potentially getting drafted and leaving our team.

While if I were to be realistic, ostensibly for us there is nothing on base.

On your lies up to this inning we've been lead to this loss

The home run you just swung at might be the final straw.

Plus the lies!! These damn lies, how you ultimately cost us the season.

I'm sick at the fact that you're up to bat again, and in the first place.

The sickened grimace my face takes makes you strike all the way out.

Now you are truly the foul ball,

So Fuck you fuck boy,

You can't win them all.

Beware of Cupid

From his fold fell pointed sticks

Forced Give-a-fucks

~Made for the cupids arrow challenge.~

"In a world where the advanced take advantage and weakness prevails, we are denied the truth and struggle to be real.

We need teachers, leaders, thinkers, and believers, but mostly we need to let our conscience lead us.

To free us!"

-Stori 2011

Becoming a cog in the gear,

the social turnstile.

I join in line and walk single-file.

I numb out my points and

burn out my nerve,

squelching

my transmitors capcity

for me to stray from the learned.

I can blur out my day dreams

and fade out these lines,

painting a pattern of the life

i feel would be

a better use of my time.

I'm amist a battle of wills,

here battleing my own.

Think to stray from my post,

wonder where would I roam?

However, I have no choice,

so the answer is made for me,

and i turn over my freedom,

the

other

cheek.

i hand in my soul to be a suit made of meat.

"I" have become obsolete.

Original work by Stori 2014

Eyes couldn't bare it,

a heart risks the brunt force hit,

by which I'm struck down.

________________________

Drunk they start to brawl.

The telling bell made the call.

A High Coup broke loose.

___________________

Its basic physics,

The equal opposite force

So muted it's forced

SomutedIt's

Somutedd

Life isn't consensual,

You don't ask for it,

No single person can give you permission. So don't go getting your panties in a wad over the things you decide just change your mind and align those decisions with your unstated reasons, your most vicious opinions and certainly the choices that will let you sleep at night restfully.

SSAS

Come back even as a shadow, even as a dream.

Come back were the bridge we burned rested and walk barefoot across the stream. Come to me.

Come across the glades of past unrequited slights, forget them and in my dreams at least visit me at night.

Come without the constructs left from our past and you will be welcomed to my core and embraced by all of me.

The enigma that left you is now an open book. I'm so much more, so my darling come and take a second look.

That which you never knew about will be obvious to thee. Uncovered are my depths, my self you had sought previously.

The real me that you could see through instinct and nothing more has dropped my fear and invites you here. Come to me amore!

Cross a field of sympathy to my lonely heart, and spark alight the fire that's died so I no longer starve.

Warm yourself, and find comfort in the gleam of its flickered flames. Stay as long as my luck can run, but I know you don't have to stay.

Your heart, a thing that floats on whimsy, and beats it's own traced path. Realistically I know it can't be tamed, and so I can only ask for you to come to see me.

As only you can see me. As only you can breathe me awake, alive, invigorate my life force, inspire me to survive!

So come back in grace and find my face to put a smile on, for if home is where my heart is then my home is gone, from me

Until you come back..