A Nomad's Journey

To whom it may concern,


Rested upon the earth that once filled the chalice of life, Khalid, a peasant boy cried himself to sleep.
As he lays to his slumber, his adventure begins, on the land of the Dreaming:

All dressed up, wrapped in a silk-like fabric Khalid marched on the isle going to his throne.
There he is well served and waited, slaves rushed to aid in his assistance, generals stood respectfully by his right side. And on his left side, an adviser stood valiantly.

Khalid ordered his general to assemble his troops for they will do a quick ocular on a place where he was formidably brought up. Where all the slum of the earth lived and greatly survived.
An ocular to determine whether to wipe out the place or simply live it to rot in it's own hellish matter.

SO it began, the race to find the truth and give justice o his existence.
Questions roam over Khalid's head wondering whether he will leave the place be or destroy the place where he was born.

A mist formed throughout the ground of his empire. As if a sign was brought down upon him by the gods.
He stood up upon his throne, screaming for a better sign. A sign that would signify his existence.
A sign that would act as a key to the Destruction of the place he ever loved.

Then something unique happened. He looked upon the floor and saw the mist cleared on object that somehow manifested as a ring, a chained-type ring. Khalid took it. It reminded him of home. A home that even the foul and the obscene would call home. A home that will definitely be a place for a wondering nomad. A home that would surely possess the strength of family. A home that assembles the purity of the soul. A place called home.

Then it snapped.
As if nothing happened he wakes up.
Breathing heavily.
Khalid then figured out that it was all just a sick joke from the Dreamking.


He can never find a home to call his own.
In his mind he surely knows one thing,
''I am my own home..'', Khalid sadly thought, '' I am my own home..''


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Drunkard and Knives

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Then again we commit to the memory of the past.
Evey detail every aspect turned surreal as if dreaming tends to co-exist with reality.
Destined to end in a glorious finish, we stop to see the scenery.
However the path may be clouded and misty, we need to sacrifice ourselves.

The infidelity of vices and grandeur resides in all of us.
Its only a matter of time when the grim appears and visits us in our sleep.
It is not a matter of choice my friend, it is a matter of destiny.
Act now, before a stab-like wound so deep continuous to bleed that it may never heal again.
After all the fountain of youth is nowhere to be found.
Might as well live our lives to a greener field the horizon.

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A Reminder

To whom it may concern,

Let every detail set to its finest.
Preparation of the body is much needed in attaining your proper composure.
The assault of the mind directs to the diversity of the soul.
We commit to the Higher Being as time passes by.
Redefining the inner concept of life on why and how and what is the purpose of our reason being here .
We are of course emperors of our own lives that commands our own battalion that divides our own troops that assembles our own pawn to redeem what is rightfully ours.
Remember that a titan was once defeated by the gods.
Let this be a reminder that we have limitations as well.
After all, we are not bulletproof.


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Barbershop Mayhem

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This is a story of a man named Scott. An ordinary man with an ordinary life.
Whose routine cycles in an ordinary phase. But his life suddenly changed when he entered the barbershop.

The doorbell rang upon entering, a good sign for a possible costumer or just another vendor to loiter
and pig out in front of the telly. But this time it was Scott.He sat down on the seat.

A barber came along and sez,''what it'll be mate?'',

''hmmm, make me look like tom cruise for a change will you.'' Scott answered.

''But sir, i believe that will be impossible coz you're black, tom cruise is white.'' replied the barber jokingly.

''Godammit Man, just give me a haircut that will fit my personality! You're starting to annoy me! you're just a barber anyway!'', Scott angrily fired back.

''Very well sir, one last thing sir, can i use this scissor whom my great grand daddy gave me when i was a kid, he sez that it's a magical scissor.'' the barber sly-fully suggested.

''Just get on with it you madman! I'm on a tight schedule and give me a massage while you're at it!'' Scott impatiently replied.

The barber began cutting Scott's hair and on the process Scott doze off. An hour passed.

''Sir, it done'', ''Right, here! keep the change''

Scott left the barbershop hurriedly without even looking at the mirror.
 Walking down the street he suddenly felt a massive headache that he stood still and yell for his agonizing pain. people started to look at him and stared in awe. He stood up and ran back to the barbershop!

''What have you done to me?''

''That is what you want, right sir. then you got it.''

''I looked exactly like tome cruise but how come people screams when they see me and run away from me and cries for help?''

''People really sees what inside of you, an abomination, disfigured face with a black heart, you see yourself by who ever you want it to be but deep inside you cannot really hide your true form.''

''Take it back please I'll be good. please...'' Scott cries in fear.

''I am just a Barber sir, and your word is much powerful than my scissors...''

sight seeing up north

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Once there was a boy who usually travels up north in this time of the year. Never really assuring what it might or what might have been he nearly walk for hours and hours, hundred of miles covering the accent of one of the highest peak of the country. Pounding heart crushes him in his accent. Thinning of the atmosphere nearly gasping for final breath every time he moves a step.

Though on that one particular day, not an ordinary day, the boy saw a man carrying a packed burden of load on his back. The man told him that he needed help. The boy was so amazed in his astonishment to find out that the man is one eye blind. So the boy help him in return for nothing but companion in climbing the mountain. Exchange conversation took place then at the very saddle of the mountain the conversing duo stopped. Silenced filled the plains. Breeze flows through the boy's hair and then he stopped and turn to look back and found no one.

The boy then placed the load that he had been carrying for the entire climb on the ground. He wondered what might be inside that pack. Bone shivering sensation was felt after he had opened the pack and saw the old man all curled up significantly lifeless. The boy's jaw dropped and without any anticipation he was dead afraid and looked again inside the pack. The old man later on turned to dust and blown off by the wind.

He saw a note underneath where the old man was curled up, there it said, ''Thank you for carrying me up the mountain dear boy, in return i offer you my eye for you to see the world ''. The boy flushed and tears broke loose thanking his fortune.And that is the only time he saw the other half of his missing world in full panoramic view.

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Misguided Idea

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When it comes to attaining ones personal goal you have to endure the sacrificial rites of letting one clear their own mind. Let me set an example by truly embarking your own imagination into the abyss. 

How does one clear their mind? a question that lurks the norm. Stop thinking? free your thoughts? absolutely not. Clearing ones mind ends up in spiritual adoration that some of us seldom attain. Like for instance, have you ever thought of an idea that is clearly of your own? or did someone implanted those idea for you to figure out what to do? Sounds reasonable I presume. Here's another one, did it ever occur to you that you have been thinking entirely of a false idea that it some how turned quite right? I guess everyone did. Let me do the bargaining here, another event leads to millions of thought rushing the torrent of the mind that every idea comes like a blunt blade puncturing your skin over and over again.

So how do you clear your mind? Through concentration? Meditation? Perhaps being on a trace of personal religious belief? Regardless of the fact I will leave that question for you to answer.

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For the benefit of doubt .

To whom it may concern,

Regarding the fact that everyone nowadays seems so attached to social networking sites, i have definitely planned on establishing rapports in attaining the interest of the underground community when it comes to mad writing skills.

An introduction is no longer needed on this one. Remember that this issue comes within an anonymous intent and no one is intended to commit such crime in dire interest of the reader and writer likewise.

We of all terms must be gracious that one being sought after and thought by relativity of man and it's existence should endeavor great distance within their lifetime.

So there you go. Useless none sense ill-fitted for a gigabyte of space in the cyberworld known to man.

Kudos.