Post by Joey on Oct 8, 2021 16:50:05 GMT -5
I'm not one to say
Where my feelings are going when they wither away
I pray to see another day
My heart's feeling like a needle lost in the hay
Restrained to meet again
My friend do you think that we ever will
I know we are free
The games are played with your life on the line
Some lose, you win if you keep on trying
I don't mind doing the time, I'm happier being alive
Now I know the truth is your own most sacred lesson I've ever learned
I know we are free
I've been robbed, I've been fooled
I intent now to make my own rules
Dagger's edge cut the life, I've been down that road
Too many times
What's to fear. fear no more,
Show my conscience what fear's for
Now I know this is so real
What's done is done so do as you will!
I'm keeping alive! Go on, no don't look back
Just realize where you've gone.
Where are you going to, no life's not done wit you
You've only just begun, to live your life, for you...
We see Saint Jude cleaning his home. He has finished sweeping the living room. The white marble floor seems to show its color coming through the high windows. And they will shine even brighter when he is done mopping. He has a bucket on the south side of the living room filled up halfway. He grabs some bleach from the bathroom sink and pours a healthy dose into the water. He grabs a mop from the middle hallway and puts it into the water, he pushes it up and down then brings out the mop and squeezes it so excess water can escape and he begins mopping first in the kitchen, pushing down on the mop to get a good hard clean. At times he likes to do chores, it gets his mind off of things. Things in his life that are weighing heavily on him.
A deep sickness that is covering him, clinging to him as only a disease can. Infecting his body and his soul. And it covers his body and soul like dark storm clouds. There is no escaping it, no outrunning it. And now to top everything off I have a bad tooth in the back of my mouth which is really starting to hurt. A constant throbbing pain that hurts when I eat anything. Any pressure on that tooth will cause pain. A lot of pain. Some people say that pain is good, pain lets you know that you are alive. Me? I say those people are not very smart. They either have not had much pain in their life or do not know what they are really talking about. Its like when rich people say that money does not solve all your problems. Obviously they have never been poor otherwise they wouldn't be saying such things. It’s funny how some people who have never been in pain or lived through poverty seem to think they know all the answers. I for one have no answers. I just know pain, pain and desolation.
He keeps pushing the mop through the floor every few minutes dipping the mop back into the water and going through the steps over and over again. Till he is finished and then the floor shines bright. Clean and looking as the day it was put in.
He stands there trapped at the front door. Not wanting to walk through his clean floors. Not wanting to undo the work he’s just done. So he stands there for several minutes till the floor is dry. He admires his work but only for a moment, it is after all just a marble floor. Such things should not be taken too seriously. At least not in the grand scheme of things.
His thoughts go to his brother Redd. And he wonders where Redd is right now? He should of relieved him by now, but he has yet to really come back to SFT, nor have they recently spoken. He grows angry at that, but that is just how it is between brothers, in all families really. But Redd and I have somethings to discuss and soon, very soon we will have our say. Of that I am very sure.
He finally walks across the floor and goes to his white leather sofa. His white tshirt blends with the sofa and seems to almost disappear.
Now I should speak to and about my upcoming opponent, the one and only Travis Deacon Hall. What should I say? Travis you are a great wrestler, I would not deny you that, no one would really. But it seems you have lost your way. At least that is how it seems to me, ever since you lost the world title, you seem lost, or at least without direction. I am here to help you with that, that is, if you will allow me to help you. Will you take that help? That remains to be seen. Whether some would admit it or not, all of us in SFT are family. A dysfunctional family but nevertheless a family. And we fight yes, but its never really a fight that lasts too long, we forget and we forgive and we move on. As it is in most families. And yet when we do fight, we hold nothing back. Cept for a few but that's a whole different story. And like most families we fight with more vigor when it is against our own family. We always try to prove ourselves to whoever it is, be it a father or a mother, or a brother, you get the point. But that is how it is, and how its always been.
So Travis you and I have a clean slate starting right now. You can help me polish up SFT, mop it clean if you will and make sure we have a clean surface for everyone not just you and I. Or I can mop the ring with you, and discard you like the dirty water in my mop bucket. The choice in the end is up to you. How we proceed will be your choice. And a choice you have. You and everyone have always had a choice. Whether you choose your choices wisely is entirely up to you. I am only here to facilitate the different choices. Think of me as a teacher, yes I have the answers, since I created the questions but only you can answer, and make no mistake this is a test, a very big test. And my tests are never easy. You ought to know that by now, everyone should. But this is an easy test, an open book test, and there is one right answer and one wrong answer. So its all or nothing.
The pain inside me is to a point where I do not think I can go on. But one way or another I will. Sleep has become a chore, or most nights sleep does not come at all. Such simple pleasures one takes for granted. Sleep seems like such a trivial thing, but when you do not have the basics, such simple pleasures become an oddity and I yearn for a few nights without pain. Pain is life, and life is pain.
And with that Jude stops talking and goes back into his world of mist and mirrors and pain…….always pain.
..Fade...to….darkness…...
