Tuesday, 21 December 2010

standstill

The snow is great ... unless you need to go someplace ... as UK ltd is at a standstill Trains planes and buses ... the best way to move around is in a 4x4 not some fucking dinky car that runs off bat power? BAA CEO should be hung ... it was only Feb this year hat we had snow like this. Got the money to build shopping centers inside the terminals but not enough to buy snow and ice clearing stuff! I am happy in this I have turned of my heating and started taking cold baths and at midnight I go out for a run in shorts a string vest and pumps ... we have become to soft fat flabby people who's minds are mush, filled with nothing but haze and dream of a golden pot ... so may the cold bring you back to who you should be and not who they have made you. Freedom is not freedom anymore.

Friday, 17 December 2010

इफ what

The source of all things.
Is life not playing fair with you? Do you feel low? Things go wrong, car stops, you miss every bus and taxi, your money is gone before you can smell it you feel like your running around and around going nowhere and back and death at times seems like a sweet place to rest away from a stacked deck of cards, bills upset always falling down. Seems everyone has got what you want with out putting in the time and the effort you have. The worlds not fair you tell your self?

A simple and effective way forward and to a new freedom is yours ...

If you could see your self as billion sheets of white paper. from the souls of your feet to the top of your head. Each sheet has writing on it ... Hate, hate my mom, hate dogs, feel poor, I have nothing, I am no won. Love all sorts of things are written. Everything you have said thought been fed is written. And you carry it all. It is the cause of all you joy or all your pain. What you need to do is wipe all the sheets clean. Once done you are free. Peace love and all you want will come to you.

A simple prayer a few thousand years old will do this.

from Hawaii

You pray this over and over.

I love you
I am sorry
Please forgive me
Thank you

As you pray the pages are cleaned.

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past



When the net was still a baby we made this short film ... posted it ... long before streaming ... back in the download day ...

Thursday, 16 December 2010

pic



Sandgate ... Kent ... England!

this

Day is not to bright here ... this morning with dog along river walked. Cold wind fingered my face but felt and feeling is good. I thought of you ... and you and you as well and all of them who believe in hell but do not believe in the tooth fairy ... seemed strange to me that you can believe in one and not the other. As my foot snapped a twig under it I felt a strange sadness for this world and our race ... do fish in a river go to war? Do the ducks kill over a bit of bread? Can rats tell lies? Do ants dream of ruling the world and gassing all mankind?
As I walk I understood we had lost our way and hope was a word that soon faded away. So today
Love
forgive
find happy
happy is
only
a
thought.

Tuesday, 14 December 2010



A hand to do good ...

If

If
I
am
you
you are
someone to
who
are
you?
Strange the way our life's have join by the machine and the wire a chip a valley
and now we talk to people we have never smelt, read what they write , enjoy music and art ... is this the start of something new and great or something else?

वातेर्गते bay



Watergate bay ... great place to visit great hotel on beach ... nothing to do get down to the beach!

Sunday, 12 December 2010

थे story

A man with no feet
woke
looked at the sky and felt happy
A man with a billion pounds
woke
looked at the sky
and felt happy
a man woke
looked at the sky
and died
another woke
looked at the sky
and felt sad.
we are not the same
everyone is different.
Treat them that way!

BRRRRREAKKKKKK

BREAK

Rules rules and rules
I want to hide
I want to run
To hope
To love
To live
To give.

Rules rules and rules
Why?
I cry

I want to fight
To kick
To punch
To bite
To butt
To stomp
Why not?

Rules rules and rules
To break
To cheat
To lie
To die
To claim
To live

To live?

To burn the house
That makes the rules.

Seems...to me
the thing to do.

To do.
Do who.

The rules.

in

INSIDE
Monkeys
In trees
Living
Like its meant to be.

Men
Women
On the ground
fooling around
Touching
Fingering things.
Flesh
Darkness
Breath

Sweat runs down.
Men
Women
In the dark
Coming apart
Lying
Stealing
Souls
Fingers
Wet Wet
Sweaty moist holes.

Inside
Not your own
Groan
Climax
Separate
Break
Golden ring
Hart stings

Dark
Foreboding thoughts
Edge
Knife
Plunge
Not mine
His...........Wife?

अकीद rain

ACID RAINNNNNNN

LOST TRIBES ON THE BRINK OF DESTRUCTION,
TREES BEING CHOPPED FOR FUEL AND COMBUSTION,
SITTING IN A EASY CHAIR,
WATCHING T.V. ....... DON’T CARE,
RIVERS FULL OF POLLUTION
ANIMALS PASSING AWAY.
FISH FLOATING IN THE WATER.
CAN WE CARRY ON THIS WAY.

ACID RAIN ON MY HEAD,
BURNING EYES FEELING DEAD,
THE ENVIRONMENT GIVING OUT IT’S WARNING.
DON’T TELL ME ABOUT IT........ IT’S SO BORING.

WAKE UP ONE MORNING,
IT’S HOTTER THAN ITS EVER BEEN,
TIGHT CHEST FIGHTING FOR OXYGEN,
NOW YOU WISH YOU HAD LISTENED TO ME.

LOST TRIBES,
HOLE IN THE OZONE
BROKEN BONES ALL OVER YOUR HOME,
ACID RAIN THAT BURNS THROUGH TO YOUR BRAIN,
ITS TOO LATE NOTHING CAN CHANGE,
YOU’RE GOING TO DIE.
BUT WHO CARES?,
I HOPE YOU’RE WEARING CLEAN UNDERWEAR.

Friday, 10 December 2010

lost time

Seems clear to me that the met police caused the panic and madness that went on ... by treating them like wild ones that is what they became. The real thing that is the cause here ... is money ... or lack of it ... fear of it. Lets follow the money; young student will lend the 30, 40, 50 grand from a bank ... a bank we know that has no real money only the money our Godevrment has invented and given them. The money that was never real is now put into the Univs bank account and somehow it becomes real? And they can pay the bills and the staff invest in a bank in Iceland. Student leaves and for 30 years only earns on paper 21,000 pounds he never has top pay the loan back. If he gets a job he pays it back ... but it was never money to begin with just a thought. As money to day is a thought of the past ... and the system of money that we use is wrong it creates debt a huge snowball of debt that one day like it did brings us all down. Answer? We start again ... from today no one owes anyone anything we own what we have ... presto pay day the world lights up ... and Uni for free is back ....

Tuesday, 7 December 2010

a short story

'Help me! Please help me ... someone anyone! Please help!'
No one heard his last words.

THE END

Monday, 6 December 2010

what

They are only three stages we can live in.
1.
2.
and
3.

Tomorrow ...

da

was it a dream
or was it true
did I see
I did you
what was the outcome
in the end
the thoughts she had
were her end
oh yes
the mind
can lie
if you let it
it will cheat
and steal
your
finger nails
so
slow
sit
be still
open the will
the mind
is yours
but who
or what
is feeding it?

Saturday, 4 December 2010

sunday

Comes with peace ... I like this day of the week it is a good day yo write on less madness in the air and if you arise before the sun this is a good time sit still for 15 minutes let the mind go do what it wants just stay in the same spot do nothing then your day will come to you. No need to chase it. Before you live it think it through.

estate

FADE IN:
EXT. ESTATE LONDON.

A huge dirty tower block. The door opens and she walks out. A youth in white sweat top with a Bull terrier walks in.

Moving on her. She walks through the estate.


ACTRESS (16)
You can’t choose your dad, funny most the girls I grew up with don’t know theirs. You can not choose your mum or the street ,town, city, country your born in. Would anyone choose to be born here? Would they?
For every kid we have a pit bull every block has a dealer. They were trying to sell me crack before I left play school. Don’t get me wrong life isn't always bad on the estate. Between your flat being rob the police kicking down your neighbors door a five in the morning, we have some fun times. Only its soon forgotten as the fear of walking alone to the bus stop grips you or that your being followed by three boys you have never seen before. You have a mobile ... you just do not have any one to phone.
My dad ... My dad ... I only remember visiting him at wormwood scrubs once. My mother soon found a new man to abuse her. She likes to play the victim she likes being poor and moaning about her life and how no one helps her? When she has never helped anyone or cared for anyone other then her self.
As for me! I am just a accident ... She use to scream it at me when I was a kid! Your the result of a drunken night! An accident! The word love has never passed her lips. Not to my ears. I have never been hugged by her. Am I angry Once ... not now.
I had a half brother he was six years older then me. He like me and look after me when I was younger ... only he got into brown then the pipe and he just seem to fade away. I found him dead in his bed.
My mum went through his room looking for money, then sent me
to the shop for fags before she phoned an ambulance.
She stops by some shops on the estate and looks around.
It is like a small family here everyone knows each other, lots are related. Families that have lived here since it was built. Strange thing is no one trust anyone. They all talk about you when your not around, love it if they find out you been caught cheating on the dole or working while claiming. They hate it if you get something better then them, a new bike or car? Evan a job. They smile and make small talk ... Yet they hate you having something good or doing something like work? The very people who smile at you will steal your bike or car with out even blinking. Then look you in the eye and advise you to call the old bill? A few days later you see your bike. You don’t ask for it back. They know, you never would. Dailey you sidestep the dog shit and litter, across the street you see your first boy friend who has three kids by three girls a lucky escape or what !
You can not pick where your born ... but you can pick where your going in your own life. You can be the same like a hamster on a wheel or you can choose a different path. You can copy those around you, listen to and believe all the rubbish they believe or you can make something off your self. Not that I am different from the people I have lived with. I am the same I just think different.
It was when I saw my mum vomiting in the lift and my best friend give birth at thirteen I knew that I had to change my life. I didn't want to be a drunk a junkie a whore a child mother or a child bride, unemployed and believing that there was no way but this way.
In a sense life is easy on the estate. The council pays the bills and the Government gives you enough to have a life. But
it’s not living. My Grandad told me that once everyone on the estate had a job? Hard to believe. I grew up with vice drugs and stolen goods. And I am happy to be leaving it behind and my hope is that others will do the same. It could have been a great place to grow up and live! It wasn't.
It is just a great place to leave!

dont

video

हेर face

Her face
twisted in horror
watches
in motion slow
the dying flash
she hears the blast
feels it rush past
her face
the smell
of fear all around
as
glass
brick
and metal attack
indiscriminately
deadly missiles now
inanimate building
a seconded ago
she sees
the young lifted tossed skin stripped scared burnt and broken then discarded in the street
the old flipped in the rush of air breaking on lampposts and cars they snap like twigs
their flames snuffed out
the strong
like garbage in the wind
picked up
juggled
maimed
scared abandoned left broken and limp.
lucky
she finds herself
safe
under a truck
only a grazed arm, confused in shock
Terrified by a bang so loud it violated humanity in it's rage.
It cried out....Pain, revenge, violence, bloodshed, death, hurt hurt hurt the screams of our forefathers never end, we seek to right the wrong
of a
generations past.
She sobs at the blood in the street that like a small stream rolls by. She hears their moans feels their pain smells burnt hair and flesh.... and vomits.

He sits at home
Warm
drinking tea
he watches the news
how can he be pleased
to be the author
of such
insane butchery against the young, the old, the strong the race the tribe..... His face.

morning

I awake, the sweet smell of fresh pancakes tickles my nose. As I stand up I am dressed, my hair is in place and I am clean shaven. I smell good, very good, too good. I move into the kitchen turn the tap on and steaming hot coffee gushed out. I fill my mug as the oven door automatically opens and offers me a croissant I take it and moved into the lounge as I sit the wall turns into a large screen and the front page of today's independent is showing. I take a sip of my coffee, heaven. Never tasted any better. I bite into my warm croissant.. Hummm... not too sweet, not too dry or too chewy. Perfect. I sip some more coffee and start to read the news.
I read about peace in the middle east, a new drug that will wipe out all disease, a small machine that makes water from sand. And a seed that will grow into a loaf of bread with the aid of sun light only.
I eat some more and sip some more coffee as the front page of the Times flicks up. China Russia and the USA have all disarmed. Ford have made available the blue prints for its perpetual motion engine to all the motor industry. The news is always so good. Always good news.
I finish up and leave. Outside the marble pavements glitter in the morning sun, I see a White Rhino trotting up the golden road I wave as he passes me.
'Morning Ant' it grunts and heads for the lake.
At the end of the street theirs a bunch of happy people hanging out and talking I catch there conversation. The man from mars rants on about how great the government is, someone else on how they love the French, they talk of freedom and peace. I get to the bus stop a bus arrives its a big red shiny roadmaster powered by slick nano tec V 6 engine with antimatter injection. The conductor escorts me to my seat.
' Where to sir?' he asked with a big happy grin.
'Nottinghill gate'
'Well ... that will be free sir' he says and laughs as he pulls the cord.
And we stop in Nottinghill gate. I get off quickly and move into the cow & fishhead.
As I approach the bar the bar woman pops open a bottle of Dom, takes a long glass and half fills it, adds a little fresh orange and tops the glass up with tequila.
'Your tables ready sir' she says and passes me a large Honduran cigar which lights it's self as soon as I place it in my mouth.
As I sit she places the drink on the table and leaves. Another waiter places a plate in front of me, meat balls covered in a rich red tomato sauce he sprinkles the dish with fresh pepper. I lift my fork spike a ball and lift it into my mouth, my taste buds explode as I chew then swallow. Then I wash it down with a gulp of my drink. The place goes silent. I turn and watch her walk through the place all eyes following her, her short dress hugging the contours of her body, she moves like cat stalking its prey right up to me and sits.
What a face. I nod, she smiles as I scope up another meat ball and eat.
'Hi I'm Prefect' she says in a voice like cream.
I nod and smile as I eat.
'Fancy a ...K' she purrs.
I nod.

Friday, 3 December 2010

night

darkness
like light
is
atoms
like you
like me
we are here
what for.......
to become
much more
then
them
who were
here before.

काने leaf

video

hoodtime

Mind

All mind is one mind ... Omnipotent, Omniscient and Omnipresent ... to think ... a cause ... a cause an effect ... every Atom is seeking out it's purpose freedom for all.

that dream

sun light
moon tight
gray light
falling falling
stop
go
to slow
wolf
close
no clothes
tight throat
chest heavy
stuck
heart frozen
feeling of death
fear
joints lock
movement stopped
someone in the room
doom
scream
nothing comes out
sun light
new day
that dream
went away.

sit up!

School they use to shout that at me SIT UP! I hated school not because of the school building or the other kids but because the teachers were dull! They voices shallow like their dress. Close up ... most of them smelt, unwashed jackets giving off the sent of smoke and breath that was acid like. For me school was a prison where they were teaching me I was stupid and would never get on. In truth like today the teaches could not teach as all kids can learn. It is sad to read that in 2009 so many left school unable to read or write? How after 13 years in a Education system did they get passed by?

2010 Dec

Remember ... the things you were told forget ... touch the things you were told not to ... drink ... eat ... smoke ... read something that scares you ... do something you don't want to. Love someone you hate ... sit still for 15 minutes a day ... try it. Touch your toes, breath deep hold in let out ... life is not passing you by ... Remember then first kiss, the first fight who you learnt to hate ... Remember and let go ... fear is just a thought ... who's in control of your mind? You or everybody and nobody ... Remember

We are one!

What if?

You had written this and not me? That you sit at my keyboard ... look at my screen, adjust my chair? Where would I be?
What if ...

Firday

It is my fun day, with or with out the sun day.
I walk the streets and feel the beat of the heart that was here from the start.
The mind not mine but ours will lift you
if you let it
all you see
all you want
are within
how you feel
how you deal
is up to you.
Stew is good on a day like this.
Warm bread
melting butter
have time for them
who live in the gutter.

Thursday, 2 December 2010

old

FADE IN:

EXT. CHICAGO CITY NORTH SIDE. NIGHT.

It's a dark, misty night. We see a Synagogue set back off the street. No one is around.

ANGLE ON: ROAD
We see an old black car pull up beside the Synagogue; the engine is turned off, the door opens slowly and RABBI ZWAKH gets out. He is in his sixties, dressed in traditional dress. He has long grey hair and a beard that is braided, and is wearing a scull cap.
He slams the door then moves towards the Synagogue.

MOVING:
RABBI ZWAKH P.O.V. As he nears the Synagogue, he sees SS signs and swastikas sprayed on the wall. He walks past it all and up to the door.
Near the door is an upside down cross painted in blood.
He stops by the cross. His shoulders drop a bit and he shakes his head in disgust. He looks at the cross for a moment. Then he looks around as if he feels someone is watching him. He then moves to the door.

The lock has been smashed and the door is ajar. He pushes it open and moves into the Synagogue. A shadow moves across his face and he steps back, scared.

V.O. AARON
Rabbi?

RABBI ZWAKH
Aaron... it's okay, it's me.

RABBI ZWAKH moves forward and AARON comes from the shadows. He is an old, frail, emaciated man dressed completely in black. As he moves forward into the light, we see he has had the SS sign carved into his forehead. He moves forward slowly. His eyes are filled with fear.

AARON
Rabbi they took the silver.

The RABBI says nothing. He is looking at AARON'S forehead.

RABBI ZWAKH
They shed your blood Aaron.

2

AARON
It matters not.
(looks at the floor)
They took the silver. The cup.

RABBI ZWAKH takes hold of AARON'S chin, lifts his head and stares into his eyes.

RABBI ZWAKH
It matters not?
(hold a moment)
It matters a great deal.
The shedding of blood of one so close
cannot be ignored anymore.
Come closer.

RABBI ZWAKH lets go of AARON'S chin.
AARON moves in front of the RABBI and closes his eyes. The RABBI looks up to the heavens and whispers some words quietly and slowly wipes his hand across AARON's forehead. As he does so the cuts are healed. AARON opens his eyes, smiles a little and nods. The fear has left him.

AARON
Shall I inform the police?

RABBI ZWAKH shakes his head and his eyes fill with sadness. He starts to walk away.

RABBI ZWAKH
No! Not this time.
(he looks around the Synagogue)
Get the book of Sohar and meet
me in the tower.

AARON'S eyes fill with excitement. He nods and backs away.

AARON
Yes Rabbi, yes.

CUT TO:
INT. MEETING HALL OF THE ARYAN BROTHERHOOD. NIGHT.

3

We see a group of thirty men sitting around a large screen T.V. watching old black and white footage of the Waffen SS marching through BERLIN with Hitler watching on. The men are all between 20-40 years old. They all have short cropped hair. Most have small goatee beards, earrings and tattoos. Some are drinking, others are smoking, but no one talks as they watch the man they idolise. The room is bare except for a table against the wall draped with a nazi flag. Sitting on the table are three pieces of sliver: a plate, an ornate cup, and a Menorah (seven branch candlestick).

ANGLE ON: Various faces intensely watching the screen.

F.X. A loud crash as the door into the hall is smashed off its hinges.

All the faces turn to look at the door and see it fly six feet into the room.

ANGLE ON: All the men.

Before the door has landed they are all getting to their feet, some pulling guns from their waist bands, others picking up the chairs they were sitting on. Everyone is moving, ready for action, then they all freeze in fear. Hold for a moment. Then one of the men lifts his gun and fires; others do the same. They empty their guns and start to re-load. We now see real panic and horror filling their eyes and some of the men start to move fearfully backwards.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT: MEETING HALL CAR PARK TWENTY MINUTES LATER. NIGHT.

The parking lot has five police cars in it. A group of three policemen are off to one side, talking quietly. We see a young policeman come quickly out of the hall; his face is white and he is trying to hide his shock.
A police car screams to a halt in the parking lot and a blond haired, blue eyed giant jumps out and rushes towards the door.

YOUNG POLICEMAN
I wouldn't go in there.

BLOND GIANT
(southern drawl)
My brother was in that meeting.

4

Looks at the three cops in the group who all look away.

MOVING SHOT.
As the blond moves forward, his P.O.V. he moves quickly into the hall. The T.V. is still showing black & white footage of Hitler.
He scans the room. The men from earlier on are thrown all over the place. All are headless. Wet blood covers the walls and ceiling.

BLOND GIANT
Oh my God.

ANGLE ON TABLE. The silver has gone.

CUT TO:

TITLES

CUT TO:
INT. F.B.I. HQ WASHINGTON. DAY.

We are in the DIRECTOR'S meeting room. The DIRECTOR is sitting at the head of the table. Sitting to his left is MATT DORIN, an agent of the CIA. He's in his mid- fifties, heavy set, dark hair, ugly looking. On the table in front of him is a folder with a video tape sitting on top and the remote control for the monitor that is in the corner.
The door to the room opens and MULDER and SCULLY enter.

DIRECTOR
(standing)
These are agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully.
(nods at Matt)
This is Matt Dorin. He's with the CIA.

They all eye each other up for a moment.

MATT
(nods at the Director)
May I?

DIRECTOR
Go on.
(he sits)
5
MATT
Please sit.

MULDER and SCULLY sit. MATT stays standing and picks up the remote in his left hand.

MATT
(Coughs)
I take it you both read or heard about the
massacre of a group of Nazis in Chicago two
nights ago?

SCULLY
(nods)
Two fifteen year old kids on crack cocaine burst
into a league meeting of the Aryan brotherhood
and emptied 200 rounds of 9mm into the thirty
members.
(looks at Mulder)
No survivors.

MATT
That's not exactly what happened.

MULDER and SCULLY both look at the DIRECTOR, who looks away.

MATT
We at the CIA keep our eyes on all fanatical
groups within the US; some are harmless and
amusing, others prove to be a real threat.
The Aryan brotherhood we keep a close watch on,
only because they are linked to C18 in Britain and
a German group called Guardians of the Spear.
C18 we have plenty of information on. The Guardians
of the Spear, we know very little about... in fact all
we really know about them is that they are into
Nazi-based occult rituals that demand the shedding
of blood.
(beat)
In the last three months in the Chicago area six girls
have been ritually murdered. All the girls were
Jewish and all had SS carved into their foreheads.
(looks at the Director then back to Mulder)
6 Cont'd

MATT
Because of the close proximity of the meeting hall
of the Aryan brotherhood and these murders, we had
an agent join them.
He was killed two nights ago. He was convinced
one of the members of the group was behind the
murders.
(he leans on the table)
We have a name: Hans Von Roehm, but we don't
know if he was in the meeting two nights ago
or have any other information on him.

MULDER is getting a little agitated. He shifts his position in his chair.

MULDER
So why come to us?

MATT
We had a surveillance camera fitted in the hall.

MATT points the remote at the T.V. and turns it on.

MATT
This will explain.

INSERT T.V. SCREEN. THE VIDEO IS IN BLACK & WHITE.
We see the meeting from the other end of the hall from the door. We see the door burst open and fly into the room, the men rise and start shooting, then a man running forward. The man is picked up by something invisible, his head ripped off and flung away. Then the film ends.

WIDE SHOT.
MATT aims the remote at the T.V. and turns it off.

MATT
That invisible force went on to remove
the heads of twenty eight other men.
The heads are unaccounted for.

MULDER and SCULLY look at each other then at the DIRECTOR, who raises his eyebrows.

7

MATT
Even though the film shows no one.
There was some sort of creature, a giant
that moved with the speed of light.

MULDER
Someone saw it?

MATT Nods

MATT
We have a witness who saw the whole event.

SCULLY
What do you feel we can do?

MATT
Track it down... find out what it is?
(looks at them both)
And find the missing heads. We cannot
identify any of the men.
(shakes his head in despondence)
How can we bury a man without his head?

MULDER
(looks at Scully)
We will do what we can.
(Scully nods )
I will need a copy of the video and access
to the witness.

MATT
Done.
(nods to the Director)
Any thoughts?

MULDER looks at the DIRECTOR then back at MATT.

MULDER
No.
But let me talk to the witness and I will get
back to you.
8

MULDER and SCULLY stand. MATT picks up the folder and video off the desk and hands them to MULDER.

He takes them and leaves the room, followed by SCULLY.

EXT: ROOM

SCULLY
What do you think?

FOX
We get the next plane to Chicago and
talk to the witness.

CUT TO:
INT. SECURE UNIT HOSPITAL ROOM CHICAGO. DAY.

The room has a window with bars across it, a single bed and a desk against the wall. The door is metal, with a peep hole. The room is bright and painted white. IAN SMITH is sitting at the desk writing frantically into a pad. He is twenty three years old, has a shaved head and goatee beard. He is wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and cotton bottoms, hospital issue. Both his arms are covered with tattoos.

F.X. we hear the door lock clicking.

IAN stops writing, turns his pad over and rests his hands on it. Then he stares at the door. The door opens and MULDER and SCULLY enter the room and the door is shut and locked behind them.

MULDER
Hi Ian...I'm Special Agent Fox Mulder
of the FBI and this is my partner Dana
Scully.

IAN stares at them both with pleading eyes.
SCULLY stares back then looks at MULDER, who nods to her.

SCULLY
We need to know what you saw at the meeting.
It will help our investigation and it will help
you to deal with it. We understand....
9
IAN
(Southern drawl)
There ain't nothing wrong with me Mama!
'Cept you secret service people don't want
me telling no one what I saw.

MULDER
And what did you see?

IAN
You get me out of here?

MULDER
If you help us out and there's nothing
wrong with you I will get you out.
I promise.

IAN
Ain't nothing wrong with me, Sir.

MULDER nods.

MULDER
Tell me what you saw.

IAN
I didn't see that much.

SCULLY looks at MULDER and raises her eyebrows.

MULDER
Just what you saw.

IAN says nothing for a moment. He sits staring at nothing, then he nods at MULDER.

IAN
I was coming back from the washroom
when I heard the front door crash in. At
the same time I got a bad feeling and I wanted
to run out of there.
But I didn't... I moved to the door and looked
through the window.
10 Cont'd


IAN
(stops and thinks to himself)
It was like Frankenstein came alive. They shot
at it but all missed, then brave old Billy ran
at it. It picked him up, ripped off his head
and threw him aside like a rag doll. Next thing
I cut and run.
The thing was a monster. That's all I saw. I ain't
crazy. I ain't gone mad.
(looks into Scully's eyes)
I've seen a lot worse than that.

MULDER gives him a probing look.

MULDER
You've seen worse than a man have his
head ripped from his body?

IAN nods and goes into deep thought.

SCULLY
Could you describe the...

IAN
Monster?
No... Just it was big and fast. But it had no
features I can remember.
It had something written on its head.
(taps his own forehead)
That's it.

MULDER walks over to the window and takes a quick glance out.

MULDER
Any reason this monster would attack you?

IAN
I guess we hate a lot of people.
And they return that hate.


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MULDER
(turns and moves in front of Ian)
Ian. Did your group have anything to do
with the murders of six Jewish girls in
the Chicago area in the past months?

IAN looks away from MULDER. Hold a moment. Then,

IAN
Can you really get me out of here?

MULDER
Only if you level with me Ian.

IAN sits and thinks for a moment. He rubs his face with his hands then puts them behind his head and turns and looks at MULDER.

IAN
Okay.
(he looks at Scully)
The murders are nothing to do with us.
(shifts his position)
But there's this crazy guy call Hans. He joined the group
about six months ago. He's sick man, evil like you
never knew. He brought all this black and white film
of experiments in the prison camps, film no one else
has ever seen. It's the sickest stuff there is.
He's the leader of a group call Guardians of the Spear.
And he's here to kill someone.

SCULLY
You think he killed the girls?

IAN nods.
MULDER
Was he in the building that night?

IAN
He was in and out all night.

SCULLY
What's he look like?
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IAN
Six two, big, blond cropped hair and blue eyes.

SCULLY and MULDER both stare at IAN and say nothing.

IAN
(quietly)
He's planning to kill some old Rabbi.

MULDER nods then moves to the door quickly and gives two sharp knocks.

MULDER
Ian, we will be back. If you think of anything
else tell the nurse and she will contact me.

The door opens.

IAN
You will get me out?

MULDER nods then he and SCULLY leave the room.

EXT. ROOM
MULDER and SCULLY standing together.

SCULLY
What's up?

MULDER
The video this morning. I saw something
that didn't make any sense.

SCULLY
What?

MULDER
Come on, I'll show you.

CUT TO:

INT. HANS' APPARTMENT. DAY

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We are in a large room which is lit by four black candles on a table set up like an altar.
The table is draped with a red cloth with a black Swastika on it. On the table are a chalice, an old green bottle and a dagger.

ANGLE ON: Floor.
HANS is lying face down on the floor, naked except for a leather G string and a pair of black boots.
HANS has a large pentagram tattooed on his back with a swastika in it.
He is lying with his arms and legs spread out. In his right hand he holds a cut throat razor. Chalked on the floor is a large pentagram and he is lying inside it.
He is humming gently. As he moves from his laying position on to his knees in the centre of the pentagram, he lifts his arms above his head and looks up.

HANS
Oh spirit of my life.
(he cuts his left wrist open with the razor)
Come give me power and strength.

He lowers his arm and lets the blood drip onto the centre of the pentagram.

Wind rushes through the room and a green, ghost-like shadow appears in the corner of the room.

HANS
(bows)
Master.

CUT TO:

INT. FBI BUILDINGS CHICAGO. DAY.

We see RAY GIBSON in a hi-tech room full of T.V. monitors and computers. He is sitting in front of a large screen looking at a freeze-frame of incidents in the Aryan brotherhood meeting.

MULDER and SCULLY enter the room. RAY looks over.

MULDER
Anything?


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RAY
There is something there, and it's big. I
can monitor the air and dust displacement.

SCULLY
Can we get an outline?

RAY
No point.

They both move to a position behind RAY.

RAY turns and smiles at them then looks back at the screen..

RAY
This is interesting.
(he taps the screen)
See that?

MULDER bends closer.

MULDER
I see nothing.

RAY taps his keyboard. MULDER leans closer. RAY taps the keyboard again.

MULDER
I see it.

RAY taps the key board again. A word in Florence Green appears across the screen. EMETH

SCULLY and MULDER both look at each other puzzled. RAY turns and smiles at them.

MULDER
What does it mean?

RAY shrugs as SCULLY takes out her note pad and writes the word down.

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RAY
I've tracked the movement of the word
and it seems to be on the head of the thing.

MULDER
The witness said it had something written
on its head.
(thinks for a moment)
Play me back the whole thing.

RAY hits a few buttons, rewinds it and starts the tape.

MULDER
Stop.
(to Scully)
On the table. What's that.
(Mulder puts his finger on the screen)

RAY enlarges the section with the table top. We clearly see the silver cup, the plate and seven branch candlestick.

MULDER
Why would a group of nazis have
ceremonial Jewish silver?

SCULLY
(wide eyed)
There was no mention of any silver in
the police report.

FOX
Nothing at all.

SCULLY
(nodding)
I read every inch of the report, that would
have stuck out.

The door to the office opens. A young woman agent enters the room.

WOMAN
Agents Scully and Mulder?
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MULDER
Yes.

WOMAN
You're wanted.
Local police have just found the body
of a 17 year old who has been ritually
murdered and fits your MO.

MULDER
(moving forward)
Thanks.

The woman leaves.

MULDER
Come on .
(to Ray)
Do me a favour?
(Ray nods)
Have someone see if they can find
any information on the silver.

RAY nods then turns back to his work. MULDER and SCULLY both leave the room.

CUT TO:
INT. MORGUE. DAY.

CLOSE SHOT:
Of the dead girl's hand being held by RABBI ZWAKH. He has a file in his other hand and he is scraping skin from under the dead girl's fingernails and carefully putting it in to a small clear bag.

WIDE ANGLE

We see RABBI ZWAKH bent over a trolley with the dead girl on. She is covered by a white sheet. He puts the hand back under the sheet then puts the bag and file away. He then holds his hands out over the body, closes his eyes and prays for a moment. Then he opens them and turns and walks towards the door.
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The door opens. He stands still. MULDER and SCULLY enter the room with a nurse. They all look at each other.

RABBI ZWAKH
It breaks my heart to see this. A girl
so young and so beautiful.

He shakes his head and walks past them, leaving the room.

SCULLY P.O.V. She watches the RABBI closely as he walks past, and is still looking at him even when the door closes. MULDER and the nurse go over to the dead body.

MOVING.
SCULLY shoots out of the door. She sees the RABBI down the corridor and runs up to him.

SCULLY
(breathless)
Rabbi!

The RABBI stops, then watches as she opens her bag and pulls out her note pad. She shows him the word.

SCULLY
Rabbi.

RABBI
Yes my child.

He stares at the word.

SCULLY
Do you know what this says?

RABBI
Truth.

As he says the word SCULLY bows her head as if in reverence and keeps her eyes downwards.The RABBI walks away. Hold on SCULLY a moment. Then she lifts her head and looks down the corridor. The RABBI has gone. SCULLY turns and moves off to join MULDER.
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INT. MORGUE.

MULDER is covering the body back up. He has a look of disgust on his face.
SCULLY enters the room. She has vacant look about her.
MULDER looks at her.

MULDER
What's up.

SCULLY
Nothing.

MULDER
For the time being forget the monster,
we need to catch the sick animal who's done
this.

CUT TO:
EXT: SYNAGOGUE. DAY.

CUT TO:
INT: SYNAGOGUE. DAY.

We are in a round room with no windows or door. It has only a small table against the wall. Four large candles light the room. In the floor is a trap door in the shape of the star of David.

The trap door opens and RABBI ZWAKH enters the room, shutting the door behind him. He walks over to the table, takes a pack of tarot cards from his pocket and flips over the first one. It's the hang man. He puts the rest of the cards away then he takes a lump of chalk from his pocket and draws a star of David on the wall.
He moves back to the table, leans under it and pulls an old book from the darkness and puts it on the table, opens it and looks at the page. There is nothing written on it. It's blank.
He leans under the table again and this time pulls out a small lump of red clay, which he places on the book. He then takes out the small file from his pocket, leans over the clay and writes in it with the file. EMETH. Then he takes out the small see-through bag and tips the contents on to the clay.

He then steps into the middle of the star of David, lifts his hands above his head and starts to mumble incomprehensible words.
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CUT TO:

INT. HOSPITAL. IAN'S ROOM. DAY.

MULDER and SCULLY are both standing just inside the door.

IAN
I don't know where he lives.

MULDER
Okay.
Tell us what you know about The Guardians
of the Spear.

IAN
Not a lot.
They are into occult magic. Magic that
requires the shedding of blood. Hans
says they guard the spear that was
stabbed into Jesus's side when he hung
on the cross. They guard it waiting for
his return.

MULDER smiles and looks at SCULLY.

MULDER
Who's...Hitler's?

IAN glances downwards.
IAN
(scared)
No.

SCULLY
Who then?

IAN
(quietly)
Satan's.

SCULLY
And you believe that.
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IAN
(defensive)
You ain't seen what I've seen.
Hans is not of this world. He can't be.

SCULLY and MULDER exchange glances.

MULDER
What are you saying Ian?

IAN
He has pictures of himself standing next
to Kaiser Wilhelm and he's in films with Hitler.
He's the one doing the experiments in the
camps.
He never ages.
One night he gave us a speech about how he
had been on a mission for 2000 years and it's
coming to an end. Only the person he's after
is still too strong and he would have to shed blood.

SCULLY
Shed blood?

IAN nods.

SCULLY
Why?

IAN looks away and thinks, then he looks back.

IAN
This sounds crazy but he said he has to
kill twelve virgins.
One from each of the twelve tribes of Israel.
Only then will he have power over his enemy.

MULDER
Who is his enemy Ian?

IAN shrugs.

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MULDER
He said nothing about the person he's been
after for so long?.

IAN
He said plenty, but no name.

MULDER
Tell me what he said.

IAN licks his lips.
IAN
Can I get a coke?

MULDER
(quickly glances at Scully)
In a minute. What did he say?

IAN
He calls him the wandering Jew. The little old
man.
Hans is really scared of him. Says he has the
power.
(looks into Scully's eyes)
That he was the keeper of the Truth. And that's
why he had to die.

SCULLY freezes and stares at IAN. Hold for a moment. Then she quickly moves to the door and knocks twice.

SCULLY
Come on Mulder.

The door opens.

MULDER
(to Ian)
We will be back.

SCULLY and MULDER leave the room.

EXT. ROOM.
22

MULDER
What is it?

SCULLY
The Rabbi at the morgue. The one I
chased after. I asked him what EMETH
meant.

MULDER
Yes?

SCULLY
He said "truth".
But as he said it an unfamiliar voice in
my head said. "Here stands the keeper of
the truth". And I wanted to kneel. I don't
know why. He seemed God-like.

MULDER
The wandering Jew?

SCULLY
Who is he?

MULDER
I don't know. Let's go find out.

CUT TO:

INT. SYNAGOGUE. DAY.

RABBI ZWAKH and AARON are walking towards the door. The RABBI has a small black case in his hand. They move slowly up to the door.

RABBI ZWAKH
I must go.
(puts his hand on Aaron's shoulder)
You will join me later.

They walk a few more paces in silence.


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RABBI
Remove the letter from the head just
like last time.
(looks at Aaron)

AARON
Yes Rabbi.

They reach the door and stop. The RABBI looks into AARON'S eyes.

RABBI
Things will be fine after today. No more
wandering.

AARON nods and the RABBI turns and walks through the door. AARON watches him go.

CUT TO:

INT. HANS' APARTMENT. DAY.

The room is lit by a few candles.
HANS stands by the altar pouring the substance from the bottle into the chalice. He lifts the chalice and starts to drink from it.

F.X. the sound of the door in the other room crashing in.

HANS freezes and listens. He can hear something moving towards the room. He puts the chalice down and moves quickly to the corner of the room and out
from the shadows he pulls a long broadsword. He takes hold of it with both hands and lifts it above his head, slowly moves to the side of the door and
stands with his back against the wall next to it. He eyes the door. All is silent for a moment. Then the door bursts off its frame and shoots into the room. HANS stands motionless with the sword held high.

A figure appears in the doorway, filling the frame. The GOLEM is six foot six,
dressed in black. It has a smooth face with a yellow complexion, mongoloid features and jet black eyes. The word EMETH is written on its forehead.

It steps into the room.


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As it does so, HANS swings the sword with all his might at its neck. The GOLEM catches the sword blade in its right hand just in front of its throat. Hold a moment. Then, very slowly, the GOLEM turns its head to its left and stares into HANS' face. A face now filled with fear.
With a quick flick the GOLEM snaps the sword in two, keeping hold of the broken end in his hand. He grabs hold of HANS' scull with his left hand, lifts
HANS off the ground and at the same time swings the broken piece of sword and cuts HANS' head off. HANS' body falls to the floor.
The GOLEM drops the sword end and leaves the room with the head.

CUT TO:
INT. CAR. DAY.

MULDER is driving and SCULLY is in the passenger seat. They pull up to a set of large iron gates.

SCULLY
Who is he?

The gates open and they drive in.

MULDER
He's a novelist and the leading authority on
the Cabala and Jewish folklore.

SCULLY looks out of the window and thinks as the car stops outside the house. MULDER turns the car off and they both get out and walk over to the front door in silence.
As they reach the door it opens unaided. They both stop on the threshold and peer in. Hold a moment. Then they walk in. The hall is large and filled with paintings. Both are looking at them as they enter.


V.O. GUSTAR
(an old voice)
Welcome!

MULDER and SCULLY both move over to a door on their right and look in.

Through an open door we see GUSTAR MINKS. He looks ancient. He is sitting behind a large desk and has a pen in his hand. He is writing.MULDER and SCULLY exchange glances and move across the threshold into the room.
25

MULDER
I'm Special Agent...

GUSTAR
(still writing)
I know who you are.
(looks up)
How can I help you both.

SCULLY is eyeing the walls, which are covered with old masters.

MULDER
(moving forward)
I understand you know about Cabalism?

GUSTAR
(nods and smiles with his eyes)
Why...?
(stares at Scully)
Would the FBI be interested in the secret
things of The Book?

SCULLY
A case...
(Scully dries up)
We are working on.

GUSTAR nods and smiles a sly teasing smile at SCULLY, and stares into her very being. SCULLY looks at MULDER.

MULDER
Sir.
Who is the Wandering Jew?

GUSTAR looks away from SCULLY and sighs. He thinks to himself for a moment. Then,

GUSTAR
The wandering Jew.
(looks Scully up and down as if she is naked)
You have Daniel's blood in you; I can almost taste it.
(Scully swallows)
26 Cont'd

GUSTAR
The wandering Jew.
(GUSTAR licks his lips slowly)
When that man who claimed to be the Messiah
was on his way to the place of the Skull,
(looks from Scully to Mulder)
a young Jewish boy cursed him and spat
in his face.
(beat)
In return, Jesus cursed him to wander the
earth until he was to come again in Glory.
That's the legend of the wandering Jew.

MULDER nods and glances at SCULLY questioningly.

GUSTAR
Your phone.
(points his pen at Mulder)
Turn it on.

MULDER takes the phone from his pocket and turns it on. It starts to ring. He answers it.

MULDER
Agent Mulder.
(listens for quite a while)
I will be there in thirty minutes.

MULDER puts his phone away.

GUSTAR
You may leave.

SCULLY and MULDER both turn and walk towards the door. As they get to the door:

GUSTAR
Agent Scully.

They both stop and turn to face GUSTAR.


27

GUSTAR
Is there not something... you have to ask
of me?

SCULLY nods then kooks quickly at Mulder and back to him.

GUSTAR
(to Mulder)
Leave us Fox.
My chauffeur will drop her off where
you're going.

No one says a thing for a moment. Then MULDER looks at SCULLY who nods at him.

GUSTAR
She is safe with me.
Go.

MULDER nods and leaves the room.

GUSTAR
Come, sit.

He motions to the chair.

F.X. the front door closing behind MULDER. SCULLY glances towards the sound of the door. Then she moves over to the desk, pulls the chair out and sits.

GUSTAR
We have plenty of time. Would you
like a coffee?

SCULLY
No thanks.

GUSTAR
Something a little stronger maybe?

SCULLY shakes her head and reaches inside her bag. She pulls the pad out and hand it over to GUSTAR.
He takes it.
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SCULLY
Do you know what the word means?

GUSTAR looks at the pad and reads the word. He looks up sharply at SCULLY, then he reads the word again. He sits and thinks for a moment. Then:

GUSTAR
Where did you come across this name?

SCULLY stares at him for a moment, then:

SCULLY
We believe it could be tattooed on the
head of a murderer we are tracking.

GUSTAR nods then goes into a trance for a moment.

GUSTAR
Tell me the events of the past two days.

He leans back in his chair and eyes SCULLY up.

GUSTAR
Miss nothing out.
(beat)
Or the truth you now seek will turn into
your death.

CUT TO:

INT. FBI BUILDING, CHICAGO. DUSK.

RAY is sitting at his desk still looking at the film of the invisible GOLEM.
The door to his office opens and an agent comes in carrying some photos.

RAY
What you got?

AGENT
(moving up to Ray's desk)
Got a match.
That same silver was reported stolen from
29 Cont'd

AGENT
a synagogue out on North 58 three months ago.
(throws the photos on the desk)
Only it was all returned after two days.
But it's the same. The cup is unique, the only
one of its kind.
It has a Babylonian stamp on it but it once
belonged to King Solomon.
(smiles)
It's priceless.

RAY is mystified.

RAY
Priceless.

AGENT
Read the police report.

RAY
I might just do that.
(Ray looks at the photos on the desk)
Thanks.

The agent smiles, turns and leaves the room. RAY studies the two photos; one is a police photo the other is taken from the video. The cup is the same one in both.

CUT TO:
INT. HANS' APARTMENT. NIGHT.
A policeman is guarding the door. Inside are two detectives and a female forensic scientist.
MULDER appears at the door. He shows his badge to the policeman on guard, who studies it, looks at MULDER then back at the badge, and then moves to one side.
MULDER moves through the apartment into the rear room. The room's light is on. The two detectives are searching through a large chest in the corner which is filled with books and videos and 8mm film. The forensic woman is at the altar, bending over it to look at the broken end of the sword. They all stop and look at MULDER as he enters.


30

MULDER
Agent Mulder FBI

MULDER looks down at the headless corpse. Instead of the young fit body of HANS we see an old wrinkled tattooed body. MULDER looks at the two detectives.

MULDER
No head?

DETECTIVE
No, nothing to I.D. the body. But I guess he
was German.

The detective reaches into the chest and pulls out an IRON CROSS medal on a red ribbon.

DETECTIVE
All these books are written in German as well.

MULDER nods and looks at the forensic woman. She nods for him to come close.

WOMAN
This is the piece of sword used to remove
the head. Look right at the tip.

MULDER leans close. His P.O.V. there is a four inch smear of red clay.

WOMAN
Some sort of red clay.

MULDER nods than picks the green bottle up very carefully by its top.

WOMAN
Blood.

He puts the bottle down and scans the room.

MULDER
Thanks.

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He nods at the two detectives and leaves the room.

CUT TO:
INT. GUSTAR'S HOUSE. OFFICE. NIGHT.

Scully is sitting across from GUSTAR. She is more relaxed now.

GUSTAR
(excited)
Tell me how you felt again.

SCULLY
I felt like I was in the presence of
a holy man. I felt like I should have
knelt before him.

GUSTAR nods and rubs his hands together. SCULLY averts her eyes from his.

GUSTAR
Cabalism is literary occultism par
excellence.
(he leans across the table)
We use words to create, to heal, to hide.
Forgotten words.
Just as God spoke our world into existence
from nothing. We do the same.
You have the power within you to do the same. If
you only knew the right words.

SCULLY
In the beginning was the word.

GUSTAR nods.

GUSTAR
Now as for this word.
EMATH... it means Truth. But with truth
comes pain.
As you well know.
(Scully nods)
The creature you seek is a... Golem.
(beat)
32 Cont'd

GUSTAR
It has the word Emeth written on its
forehead. It gives it life.
Remove the E from the word and you have
METH which means death.
If you should ever meet a Golem...which
is most unlikely, you must rub the E from
the word and death will come and the Golem
will leave you.
(Scully is still nodding her head)
To close this case you need Rabbi Zwakh.
You will find him in the Synagogue on North
58 street.

GUSTAR sits silent for a moment staring at SCULLY. Then,

GUSTAR
My car is waiting at the door. You must go
now.

GUSTAR smiles and returns to his writing.

SCULLY
(standing)
Is the Golem real?

GUSTAR
(still writing)
I have never seen one in my lifetime.

SCULLY turns and walks away. GUSTAR looks up, smiles as he watches her leave the room, then he gets up and moves to the window.

CUT TO:

INT. FBI BUILDING CHICAGO. NIGHT.

MULDER enters RAY'S office. RAY is sitting at his desk drinking a coffee and eating a doughnut while reading a page of writing on his computer screen. He looks over at MULDER.


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RAY
I have been trying to get hold of
you.

MULDER moves over to him and looks at the doughnut on the table.

MULDER
Do you mind?
(points at the doughnut)

RAY
It's yours.

MULDER picks it up and starts to eat it.

RAY
That silver. It's quite unique. The cup is the
only one left of its kind.

MULDER
That's good.

RAY
(nods at he screen)
It used to belong to King Solomon.

MULDER nods and finishes chewing the doughnut.

RAY
You will find it in a Synagogue on North 58 street.

MULDER comes alive.

MULDER
(alert)
That's great news. North 58 street. If Scully
comes back let her know where I am.

RAY
Sure.

MULDER turns and quickly leaves the room.
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CUT TO:

INT. SYNAGOGUE. NIGHT.

We see the GOLEM enter the Synagogue and walk towards the back.

CUT TO:

A room in the rear of the Synagogue.
We see AARON lying fully dressed on a bed in deep sleep.


CUT TO:

INT. TOWER ROOM. SYNAGOGUE.

We see the trap door open and the GOLEM climb into the room. It shuts the trap door and moves over to the wall and stands still. HOLD a moment Then: It slowly looks to its left then to its right. Then it starts to walk around the room.

CUT TO:

EXT: EMPTY STREET. NIGHT.

We see the car with SULLY sitting in the rear turning on to North 58 Street.

CUT TO:

INT. TOWER ROOM. NIGHT.

The GOLEM stops still, looks from left to right then looks down at the trap door. It stares at the trap door and the door opens on its own. The GOLEM moves over to it and out of the tower room.

CUT TO:

EXT. SYNAGOGUE. NIGHT.

We see the car with SCULLY in pull up and stop by the Synagogue. The back door opens and SCULLY climbs out. She slams the door shut.

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The car drives off and she slowly moves over to the door. It's open. She peers inside, goes to move in then stops. She looks to her right and thinks at the same time. She takes her gun from its holster then moves off to check around the back of the Synagogue first.

CUT TO:

INT. MULDER DRIVING A CAR. NIGHT.

MULDER is driving along listening to the ringing tone of SCULLY'S mobile as he tries to contact her. MULDER turns on to North 58 Street.

CUT TO:

EXT. SYNAGOGUE. NIGHT.

SCULLY has been around the Synagogue and is approaching the door again, slowly. When she is some ten feet away the GOLEM comes out of the doorway and sees her.
She sees it and freezes. At the same time, MULDER skids to a halt some twenty feet away. The GOLEM sniffs and moves its head gently towards SCULLY and sniffs again, then it glances sideways at MULDER in his stopping car.

Then the GOLEM very quickly moves forward, grabs SCULLY and retreats into the Synagogue with the door shutting and locking behind it.

ANGLE ON:
MULDER jumping from his car and taking his gun out.

MULDER
(shouting)
Scully.

He runs forward with his gun in both hands held to his chest. He gets to the door, stops to one side of it. Slowly he leans over and tries the handle.
It's locked.

He quickly steps in front of it and kicks it hard by the lock. It bursts open and he goes into the Synagogue.

MOVING SHOT.
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MULDER quickly moves around and through the Synagogue and in to AARON'S room at the rear. He sees AARON sleeping and moves over to him very slowly, holding his gun so the barrel is an inch away from AARON'S forehead. He then takes out his badge and holds it next to his gun.

MULDER
(loud)
Wake up.

AARON'S eyes shoot open. He sees the gun and sinks into the bed a bit.

MULDER
I'm special agent Mulder of the
FBI.

AARON lies still. His eyes are filled with fear and confusion.

MULDER
That thing has just snatched my partner.
(rests the barrel of the gun against Aaron's forehead)
Now you take me to it or you die.
(puts pressure on the gun)
Understand?

AARON nods.

AARON
(scared)
It's all my fault, Come, I'm sorry.
Come with me.

MULDER puts his badge away. AARON gets up and he follows him out of the room.

CUT TO:

INT. TOWER ROOM.

SCULLY is lying across the table out cold. The GOLEM stands over her stroking her forehead gently. Then it starts to touch her face gently. It sniffs and leans closer to her. It sniffs again and moves its head so its nose is resting on

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SCULLY'S cheek. It then sniffs very slowly and deeply, holds it for a moment. Then we see MULDER come through the trap door, gun held in front of him.

MULDER
(shouting)
Get away from her.
Get away.

The GOLEM lifts itself upright and stares at MULDER.

MULDER
(moving backwards)
Get away from her.

The GOLEM looks at the open trap door. It slams shut.
MULDER looks at the closed door then at the GOLEM. The GOLEM stares at MULDER. MULDER steps back, bumps into the wall behind him and stops.

The GOLEM steps forward. MULDER empties all the bullets from his gun into the GOLEM'S head. The bullets enter the head and the skin heals over them. Like a flash, the GOLEM crosses the room, grabs MULDER by the chest and bangs him against the wall three times. MULDER cries out as he hits the wall. All the air is forced from his lungs. He drops his gun and his body goes limp.
The GOLEM lifts MULDER up so their heads are level. MULDER'S head is hanging loose; his eyes are open and he stares into the GOLEM'S eyes. The GOLEM stares back for a moment. Then, the GOLEM takes hold of the side of MULDER'S head with his free hand.....and tenses a little.

CLOSE SHOT:
MULDER'S P.O.V. he is looking at the GOLEM'S face: it looks like his own.
Then he looks at the GOLEM'S forehead and sees the words EMETH.
Then a hand passes in front of his face and wipes the E away from the GOLEM'S head .
MULDER falls to the floor.

WIDE SHOT:

We see MULDER on the floor shaking his head. SCULLY sits up on the table and look over to the GOLEM.
Standing next to the immobilised GOLEM is GUSTAR. He walks around the GOLEM as MULDER gets off the floor and SCULLY moves off the table.

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MULDER moves over to SCULLY. Blood is running from his nose and ears. he is hurt.

MULDER
(in pain)
You okay?

SCULLY nods and looks at him. Then she looks around him at the GOLEM. He also turns to face it.

GUSTAR
I had to see it. You understand that?

No one replies. They all stare at the GOLEM and the GOLEM begins to shrink and shrink until all that is left is a small lump of red clay on the floor.

SCULLY and MULDER move forward until they are standing next to GUSTAR and above the clay. They all look at each other. Then GUSTAR bends down and picks up MULDER'S gun, passing it back to MULDER.

GUSTAR
It's over.
(Mulder moves his lips to talk)
The missing heads have been return.
What happened to the Aryan brotherhood
was a terrible mistake.
We must leave this place and never
remember that this happened.
(he waves them both to the trapdoor)
Come.

SCULLY moves down through the trap door followed by MULDER. When they have gone, GUSTAR leans over and picks the red clay up and puts it in his pocket. He then quickly moves over to the table and feels underneath it but finds nothing. He then leaves the room shutting the trap door behind him. It all goes dark.

CUT TO:
EXT. WASHINGTON. DAY.

We see a Synagogue. A black car pulls up outside it. The door opens and we see RABBI ZWAKH get out. He has two small bags, one in each hand.
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His P.O.V. he looks at the walls. They are clean.
WIDE SHOT: We see the car drive off and RABBI ZWAKH walk towards the Synagogue door. He has a new bounce in his stride.

CUT TO:
INT. PLANE. DAY.

We see MULDER and SCULLY sitting next to each other.
MULDER is asleep.
SCULLY has a laptop computer in front of her. She is staring at MULDER. Hold for a moment. Then she starts to tap on the key board.

SCULLY V.O.
Mulder and I returned to the Synagogue
the day after the encounter. We searched
but we could not find the room or Rabbi Zwakh.
It seems no one knows where he came from
or has gone to.
Gustar Minks' house burnt to the ground that
night and he has vanished without trace.
Mythology states that the Golem first appeared
in the twelfth century to do all the work
in the Synagogue on the Sabbath, as it was
against the law for the rabbi to do anything.
It was spoken into existence by the Cabbalist.
Hans Von Rohen is unknown. He was a man
without a background.
Ian Smith has been released from hospital,
given a new name and a new life in Canada
by the CIA.
(looks at Mulder)
Mulder was shaken up by the Golem. He said
when he stared into its face he saw himself.
(looks back at the desk top)
The heads were returned so the CIA are happy.
When I sat in his office, GUSTAR said
"Magic is the mystery that holds the fibres
of the world together and cannot be tampered
with lightly". I believe he's right.
(looks up)
File Closed.
THE ENDN

art

ARRRRTTTTTT
Art! Thoughts of great painting tumble into my mind; canvas and oil aged with time hang across the world on walls. History captured to tell to all who have eyes to see the past the present and the future. Art is dead! Long live art. Jars of wool, tents and dirty sheets, splatter colours and excrement art for all ... all for art. When I look at the fish the tigers the elephants with long spindly legs the naked woman and the rotten pomegranate is what I see and feel the same as you? Her face hidden from view the hidden parts plain for all see. They say every picture tells a story, is it just one story or a story for all. Art stays the same every generation changes and is what they see … is it the same as you and me. I have stared at Blake’s work for hours on end trying to the see the devil or his friend, I struggle and fight and ask why oh why can the painting not speak? What kind of creator an artist must be to create and at the end the finished work is never complete. I ate a date, took a sip of Jim Beam scratched my head and thought is Art dead? Was it every living? I guess it was just take a look at the Portraits of Juliet. Galleries today equal salaries and art is like a spark that sets the greatest forest on fire, in a jumbled up world where man wants to be girl art stands fast. Art never started a war, killed a whore or pulled down a temple. Art inspired, brought hope and joy, a glimpse into another world or land it captured the harshness or elegance of life, helped mould the people, implant images into minds that would be held as true, Jesus and his twelve the battle of waterloo. Art I find it smart I like to eat a jam tart as I view art for free in the national or the Tate in the Tate I ate a marsh mellow pink I think it was sweet and sticky reminded me of sex when I was under age. Sex and art are not to far apart six degrees of separation. I paint on an invisible canvas with a winsor & Newton series 349 and nothing that is created will be remembered. Art like man will be destroyed by the dust from depleted uranium that dances around the world in the winds above are very heads and we take no note of it as we strive to create that great work that might hang or stand and be viewed by the lost and empty who search like me for some meaning to this curse, this life without meaning. Art my last refuge and hope that with in its canvas and oil can be found the key to open the door that brings balance and equilibrium into this world where money is funny, culture is rotten and drugs don’t work. Art hope and glory a story to be told. We see what we see and if it excites and stimulates makes the heart ache is it better then a walk in the park in the dark wondering how an arc could hold all the animals? Art! What is it? What should it be? Or do? What should we see?

@nt

blood sports

The sea is running red,
My heart is pumping blood,
For the creatures left on the sandy shores,
Bodies split wider than garage doors,
What kind of people are we?.
Who think we own the sea,
attacking creatures from beneath the waves,
they can't hide,
we track them with our sonic rays,
they can not escape the exploding gun,
They can't hide, They can't run.
The sea is running red,
Blood is swirling in my head,
as I look upon the Scean,
Creatures bleeding on the beach,
What right have we to take them home for tea,
are we blind, Can't we see,
that they have rights,
to live in harmony,
left alone in peace,
in their sea.
You might disagree,
But the picture’s infront of me.
and the sea is running red,
with whales blood.
Soon they will be none,
All dead.

What right have we?
What right have we?
To take them home for tea,
invade their ocean world,
shoot them with our guns,
It isn’t really fun,
They can not hide and have nowhere to run.

Acid rain

LOST TRIBES ON THE BRINK OF DESTRUCTION,
TREES BEING CHOPPED FOR FUEL AND COMBUSTION,
SITTING IN A EASY CHAIR,
WATCHING T.V. ....... DON’T CARE,
RIVERS FULL OF POLLUTION
ANIMALS PASSING AWAY.
FISH FLOATING IN THE WATER.
CAN WE CARRY ON THIS WAY.

ACID RAIN ON MY HEAD,
BURNING EYES FEELING DEAD,
THE ENVIRONMENT GIVING OUT IT’S WARNING.
DON’T TELL ME ABOUT IT........ IT’S SO BORING.

WAKE UP ONE MORNING,
IT’S HOTTER THAN ITS EVER BEEN,
TIGHT CHEST FIGHTING FOR OXYGEN,
NOW YOU WISH YOU HAD LISTENED TO ME.

LOST TRIBES,
HOLE IN THE OZONE
BROKEN BONES ALL OVER YOUR HOME,
ACID RAIN THAT BURNS THROUGH TO YOUR BRAIN,
ITS TOO LATE NOTHING CAN CHANGE,
YOU’RE GOING TO DIE.
BUT WHO CARES?,
I HOPE YOU’RE WEARING CLEAN UNDERWEAR.

funky

SONGS OF SUMMER
FADING IN A WORLD OF DERELICT T HOUGHTS,
SOUNDS OF WINTER OPEN UP THE WINDOWS OF MY HEART,
TO A TIME WHEN ALL THINGS SEEMED TO RUN SO WELL,
IF YOU HAD TOLD ME IN MY YOUTH THAT I WOULD END UP LIVING ON THE STREETS WITH NO SHOES ON MY FEET.`I WOULD HAVE FLED TO A FAR OFF LAND AND LIVED MY LIFE AS A BEGGAR MAN,

IN A WORLD WHERE WE HAVE MOUNTAINS OF BUTTER,
WHY ARE CHILDREN DYING IN THE GUTTER?

FUNKY CLOTHING, LONG HAIR, ACID TABS WE’VE ALL BEEN THERE.
NOTHINGS CHANGED THE SAME OLD GAMES.
NEW AGE, JUST LIKE THE OLD AGE.

SELLING ME SOMETHING I DON’T NEED.
YOU GET FAT, FAT FAT FATTER.
AS THE PEOPLE BLEED.
GOVERNMENTS UNABLE TO FILL THE NEEDS.

WHEN WILL IT END,
WHAT'S IT ALL FOR,
WHERE ARE WE HEADING,
DON’T KNOW OR NOT SURE.

BANG BANG HERE COMES THE GANG.
STEAL MY THUNDERBIRD AND LEAVE ME TO HANG.

time

TIME,TIME,AND TIME,
PASSES ME BY,
YET ALL THINGS STAY THE SAME.
THE PAINTINGS ON THE WALLS.
THE CHAUFFEUR WAITING IN THE HALL.
THE NEWS AT TEN.
MY DOGS, BILL AND BEN.
THE YEARS GO BY.
I HAVE MY LOWS,
THEN MY HIGHS.
BUT WHAT'S IT ALL ABOUT?.
MEANINGLESS,
MEANINGLESS,
CRY'S THE WIND,AS IT WHISTLES AROUND THE EARTH.
I LOOK AT MY CLOCK,
MY COATS AND MY SAFE.
THEN IN THE MIRROR I SEE.
VANITY GREED SELFCENTERED NEEDS,
LUST PREVISION AND PAIN.
AND A VOICE IN MY HEAD WHISPERS ‘YOU WILL SOON BE DEAD’
AND I KNOW THAT I TOOK THE WRONG ROUTE .
“OH GOD IF YOU THERE”
I CRY OUT IN DESPAIR
FORGIVE ME FOR CHASING MY VAIN DREAMS
FOR HITTING MY WIFE,
NEGATING MY KIDS,
THE WICKEDNESS THAT HAS SPILT FROM MY LIPS,
FOR THE LIES AND DECEIT AND THE MONEY I’VE REAPED,
FROM EXPLOITING THE WEAK IN THIS LAND.

WITH MY HAND ON MY HART,
AND MY KNEES ON THE GROUND,
IF YOUR REAL TURN MY LIFE AROUND,
WITH TEARS ON MY FACE AND MY HANDS IN THE AIR.
I FELT HIM COME INTO MY SOUL.
AND THE DARKNESS WITHIN, VANISHED AS I BURIED MY FACE IN THE GROUND.
MY HART NOW NEW AND MY EARS OPEN FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME.
I HEARD THE WIND.
MEANINGLESS IT SANG
EVERYTHING MEANINGLESS .

90

THE NINETIES

TIME ......
LIKE SALT IN WATER SLOWLY DISSOLVES NEVER TO BE USED AGAIN.
THE SUN COMES THEN GOES DOWN
THE WIND BLOWS AND THE LEAVES FALL..
AND WE SCURRY AROUND TRYING TO FILL OUR EMPTY AND MEANINGLESS LIFE.
THE DRINK WE CONSUME, THE SMOKE WE SUCK, THE LIES WE TELL.
THE RESPONSIBILITY WE DUCK.
WE HIDE FROM TRUTH AND INVENT LIES.
LISTEN TO BAD MEN AND VERY SAD MEN.
WE BUY THEIR BOOKS, SWALLOW THE LINE THE FISH THE HOOK.

T.V. IS CONFUSING,THE DAILY PAPER DANGEROUS YET AMUSING.
POLITICIANS LIE AND STEAL.
AS YOU HUNGER FOR ONE SQUARE MEAL.
THE KING TO BE ,BETRAYS HIS PRINCESS.
AND WHAT IS SAID: THE KING IS DEAD ............LONG LIVE THE KING.
LIED TO HIS WIFE HIS BOYS TOO. HE LIED TO ME AND HE LIED TO YOU.
BUT KING DAVID HE DID THE SAME HE HAD AN AFFAIR AND A CHILD WITH ......WHAT’S HER NAME?.

SO AS THE WORKINGS OF INIQUITY FILL OUR LAND WATCH OUT FOR THE BEAST AND THE MARK ON YOUR HAND.
NIGHTS ARE BLACKER THEN THEY USE TO BE
AND OUR COUNTRY HAS BEEN CONSUMED WITH APATHY.
TAX, V.A.T. BILLS AND BOMBS BABIES DOWN TOILETS HUSBAND-LESS MUMS, ABUSE, RAPE , DRUGS, COPS WITH GUNS.

THE BEGINNING OR THE END?.

CHAOS HAS COME.

WHAT TO DO?
DON’T ASK ME.... I’M ASKING YOU,YOU,YOU.

white dust

GUNS DRUGS AND COPS, BLOODY BROKEN BOTTLES,CAN IT EVER STOP ,WHITE DUST FALLING,FALLING ON ME, THEY SHOOT A FRIEND, AND BELIEVE THEY ARE FREE WHAT'S GOING ON IN OUR SOCIETY. NO FATHER NO BROTHER, HATE YOUR MOTHER
CAN'T GET A JOB. SO YOU JOIN A MOB, SELL SOME DOPE, SNORT SOME COKE,
END UP BROKE. JOIN A GANG, GET A GUN, KILL A COP, GO ON THE RUN,
IS THIS FUN?
THEY SCREAM AND SHOUT FROM THEIR IVORY TOWER, ABOUT HOW OUR SOCIETY HAS GONE SOUR, SINGLE MUMS, THUGS WITH GUNS, BABIES FLUSHED AWAY.
GENOCIDE,
SUICIDE, CHILD BRIDE, RAPE ON A DATE, BLAME THE SNAKE.
JOURNALISTS AND POLITICIANS, TELL US WHAT'S WRONG, TEN YEARS THE SAME OLD SONG,
BUT NOTHING HAS CHANGED,OUR SOCIETY IS DERANGED,GOING WILD,
LIKE A RESTLESS CHILD.
PSYCHIATRIST, SOCIOLOGISTS, JUDGES, POLICE, SCHOOLS, GOVERNMENT ESTABLISHED CHURCH, AND PROBABLY YOU!.
CAN TELL US WHAT'S WRONG.
BUT YOU CAN'T TELL US WHAT TO DO.
WHITE DUST,WHITE KNIGHTS, SILVER GUNS, GHETTOS AT NIGHT, HOMELESS,SHOELESS PEOPLE.
SUNKEN EYES, COLD LONELY NIGHTS, NEEDLE TO VEIN, RELIEF TO THE BRAIN.VIRUS IN BLOOD, NO ROBIN HOOD, MURDER,RAPE,BURGLARY, CORPORATE CORRUPTION, GOVERNMENT BENT, FALLEN EMPIRE, MAGNET FIELD SPENT,
HOLE IN THE OZONE,ACID IN THE AIR, NOVUS ORDO SECLORUM PEOPLE BEWARE.
HELP!!!!!!!!!

GIVE US AN ANSWER, WHAT YOU GOING TO DO. TO RECONSTRUCT OUR COUNTRY,
BEFORE THE BULLETS... GET TO YOU.

Not black and white

Life is not black white
so you say
it's grey
Like the mist that sits on the motorway
a skid
a spin
a crash
graveside
Grey happy summer days
thoughts
doing no harm to anyone
only myself
that's okay
I sit pluck out my eye, rip it from it's socket
place it on the floor
Then I slowly saw my leg off
at the knee
harmless stuff
I'm so happy
I take a scapel from the tray
slowly
cut my belly button out
Place it by my leg and eye
ART
selfless happy art
I never liked the fingers on my left hand
I tuck the thumb under my palm
lift the small but heavy axe
thud
clean and painless
I smile as I place my fingers around the eye
looks great
I remember an artist
As I hook my blooded thumb and push my sticky palm against my head and pull my ear out and slice
like a master surgeon
harmless fun
I place the ear by the leg
And through my good eye I stare

It looks so strange
bits of me
me
on the floor
Happy I stand on my one leg
I unzip my pants
Grip my penis with my bloody hand and pull it out
bend
pick up a blade
happy harmless fun
hurting no one
I place the razor sharp metal against my skin
and push
it moves
I try again
different angle
it moves again
Now I wish I had not cut the fingers off so soon
I try again
It moves
I look around my vision poor
I pull my glasses from my pocket put them on
they fall off
I wish I had left the ear on.
I fall over
It's hard standing on one leg
Shit!
What have I done
It was all so..... gray when I started
But through my one eye it's
all so
black and white
I cannot see the phone to dial for help
I cannot get down the stairs I have no leg,
but I'm happy
So.....
I cut from chest to belly button
saw through my rib cage
remove a lung
and wrap my fingers around my beating heart
I pull it out
still beating
I see it beat
Then darkness
numb
cold
powerless
scared
Am I dead or dead happy
harmeless fun.
Hurting no one.
But me...

England

England the boys chant! Just a fuzzy whisper coming through my radio, a crackle, I shift the dial and hear a clear roar! The commentator’s high pitched voice “Rooney’s ball deflected of the bar.” The roar of the crowed, overpowers the frustration of my confinement. The terraces choir brings me freedom and takes me back to a time I to stood on the terraces with my mates, wagged off work with a doggie excuses to watch what is left of my little England. The eleven men true who fight with a football for me and you! No bombs and destruction just guts and skill. Another roar from the crowed! My heart thumps! Have we scored and speared the bull of Ecuador? I tilt my head my ear touches the homemade radio.
Alas No! Cole brought down by some doggie defender who’s blood is running high in the game of his life! What a night would it be … to slay the mighty lions three!
Won’t happen.
Somehow deep inside I know we will win. “What’s the score?” Billy two guns grunts from his bunk were he wallows in a methadone and skunk induced state. He hates football! Says it for faggots overpaid grown men chasing a ball around.
If only it was just that, there is history to football a past of battles fought and lost, the highs the lows, the skill that flows. The drama on and off the pitch. The fields of dreams that take a street kid out of his perpetual poverty. Oh football my guiding knight that’s kept my life so warm and bright.
My radio burst into life! A foul! Beckhem a set play roaring crowds no goal from this today.
The crowed sinks, my sprits to, locked in my cell my hell thinking of the red white and blue. Football oh football! Oh England bring it home.
The click of a Officers boots alert me to his presence. I huddle to my radio and finger the dial, my breath held. I listen and in that moment the cell melts. I find my self on the pitch another free kick and David is taking it.
The run the kick the ball that skips, the goalie dives his hands stretch for it, a bounce it’s in!
Yes I scream!
The door opens and the officer is on me. Hr drags my radio from my hand. The door slams. I don’t care for a split second my radio took me there! Oh England!

today IRA

Her face
twisted in horror
watches
in motion slow
the dying flash
she hears the blast
feels it rush past
her face
the smell
of fear all around
as
glass
brick
and metal attack
indiscriminately
deadly missiles now
inanimate building
a seconded ago
she sees
the young lifted tossed skin stripped scared burnt and broken then discarded in the street
the old flipped in the rush of air breaking on lampposts and cars they snap like twigs
their flames snuffed out
the strong
like garbage in the wind
picked up
juggled
maimed
scared abandoned left broken and limp.
lucky
she finds herself
safe
under a truck
only a grazed arm, confused in shock
Terrified by a bang so loud it violated humanity in it's rage.
It cried out....Pain, revenge, violence, bloodshed, death, hurt hurt hurt the screams of our forefathers never end, we seek to right the wrong
of a
generations past.
She sobs at the blood in the street that like a small stream rolls by. She hears their moans feels their pain smells burnt hair and flesh.... and vomits.

He sits at home
Warm
drinking tea
he watches the news
how can he be pleased
to be the author
of such
insane butchery against the young, the old, the strong the race the tribe..... His face.

Soho

Gangsters all around London town
drugs and guns
sold on our streets
under the watchful eyes
off our
police
back handers?
Whores pimps young male pros
you can buy it all
watch it all
taste it all
smell it all
be it all
in Soho

Money talks
talk's so funny
tells stories and lies
brings lows and highs
death and life
how much can you eat
drink smoke suck and shag

Excitement in light
flashing Fluorescence
glow
pulls you close
to glimpse
the whereas
beware
Soho
Venus flytrap
will take
it all
and leave
you naked
running through streets filled with people you know
never ending streets
that suck your breath away
until
you understand
and stand still

And smell
Cars, whores Chinese food coffee ale late night news rotten flesh drugs gunpowder and death.
Bloods sweet smell rises from the spiritless shell of some hood dealing in anothers neighbourhood. His twisted body frozen in death shouts out to us all.

Deaf ears we walk talk eat drink buy sell fall and rise.......in Soho

Candy

Like chocolate covered candy
melting on a summers day
I long for you,
to see
your smile
And hold you for a while
my dreams
come true.

Like picture coloured postcards
fading on a promenade
in Blackpool
I remember you.
The sea breeze in our hair
screams and shouts from the fair,
smell of candy floss everywhere
your fiery eyes filled with surprise
I remember you.

Like the sun sitting on that mountain top
we were wishing it would
stay
and never drop,
Remembering you
drinking beer on a warm
sticky night
laughing and eating
feeling fine
topping up
with a cold Chilean wine
I remember you

Why?...... can not life always be like this
consuming passion
love and
bliss
feeling like we would live forever
remembering you.

Like the smell of summer floating
on a evening breeze
reminds me of the days
we spent
snorkelling beneath the waves
hand in hand.
Sting rays, bright coloured fish
Life
Will always be ...remembering you.

ad

My mind is fried,
no drugs involved
no coke
no cane
black hash
Ess
LSD
crack
just life
not even a hard one.
Something in the water
They say,
or sprayed from planes
I don't know
its hard to think
to understand what's going on
who pulls the strings
who controls all things
I want to meet him or her
not to hit or shoot or kill
just to talk
to ask
to know
I need to know
just one question
a simple one
that's all I need.
to feed my brain
then maybe
it will flicker and start up again

great days

The snow below the foot make a sound like only snow can. The house so warm fire burning is brought on by the cold winter night I feel high at this time it cold warming my mind as I think of my past ... outcast ... MCC ....

Today

I lost this blog page as I seemed to have made so many over the years ... the passage of time I see reading back has been good to me. . . the tree is growing.