My one True fear

I was once asked what I feared
My first response was heights
I was wrong
All my life I was told I was odd
Strange, Eccentric, Touched, weird, maybe insane
And I wonder
Am I the only one
Who thinks similar thoughts
Who dreams similar dreams
Who fears
And sometimes wants to disappear
That is the one fear that makes me cry
Am I alone
Hope No
But Still
Am I alone
I’m not I know
But Still
Am I alone
But then when sorrow comes I moan
I am Alone

Love’s Reprise

Okay Okay I was a little harsh
But my heart’s on a bit of a march
I need a girlfriend
And spring is calling
I feel I’ve got the time to spend
And may be my heart won’t rend.

A woman who will give me joy.
Sly and Coy
Wild and at the same time mild
Quick on her feet
She’ll make me jump out of my seat.
And give a small quiet wink.

New Lost

One side is Oblivious.
The other, definitely not in genius.
And the two can never come to an
Agreement
While their guns go a blastin’ at home
And away
The country is fasting
And is fastly withering away
To an unfair dispair

Bohemian Cacophony

Harmony yes but its also about embracing
The cacophony.
irration and passion.
The moment moves ,
The moment creates a sound all its own,
Sometimes out o’ sync with the ones before,
And the ones to follow

But that don’t make it hollow
It’s still beautiful
Immutable
Cause it exists
And to ignore it
Is to resist
The truth of this little note
That too often stands alone

Return to Life

I’ve found at last what I lost
The knowledge that time flows and twists and turns
And that there’s more than what I see
To stop worrying about cost
I’m now free
I can do anything
At the drop of a hat
Keep on livin’
I was bound by my own mind
There are no limits
None at all
The world turns
And order never lasts
There are more options just A and B
More than a to z

Nomad

I believe that I am curious,
But in these times it is becoming harder to utilize
That sense.
Society says I should specialize.
Its getting harder to explore a new idea.
Because in exploration
One must move from one place to the next.
And from mountain to ocean
I think we have forgotten this notion.
Is it a good thing that mental nomads are becoming extinct.
Is my curiosity going to have to go down the sink

The Tale

I walked along and saw this crazy dazed out cat
He said hey man where we at
I told him
Were close to the old rail road tracks
Yawning with a tired look on his face
He had good cause for leavin’ this place
To find a good solid trace of humanity, and joviality
This is my tale which I hope has failed not to make your mind gale.

The thing no man can take

I own nothing
I got no cash
I still live wit’ my folks
The one thing I have
The one thing no man can take
Is my mind
And what lies in it
Words pictures tunes
Ideas and memories

I got to Stop it

Too Many problems
Yeah I know I got em’
I’m paranoid greedy an spiteful
But inside I know
I’m a good man
Not always, but when I see someone in true need
Or
Someone hurt
I try to help
I try to make the world just

Education of the Childlike Man

I sit in the restaurants and on the buses
I have a blank face and silent lips
But My Mind is anything but blank and silent
It stops and sips up all info as it comes to grips
As reality crushes its ideals
and all the truths it thought to be undeniable
And finds new ones inescapable

The Revolving Door

Around and around
Go through one in one end
And out the other
It's quick
And nobody thinks of it
Till they been in it too long
And wonder when will I go out to the other side

A Ghost in this Shell

Alone at first,
I think it’s solitude.
Then a hand reaches in,
And I wonder
Should I not break free of this shell.
Is this my curse?

Finding Eden Chapter 1

I hate this. Everybody tells me my high school years are going to be the best years of my life but damn it, yesterday I slept ‘till twelve. I had freedom. I for the most part could do whatever I wanted. Going through this every year pisses me off. I just want to go home sleep eat, and do whatever the fucking else I want.

Okay I guess now is the time for introductions. My name is Elijah Erick Alvins. Most of my friends call me De which is short for Double E. In case you weren’t paying attention today is the first day of ninth grade for me, and I am not looking forward to it.

“Wake up Evan,” My Mother says. I reach for my black electronic clock that she bought just a few days earlier in preparation for today. Crap, forgetting to set it was a real mistake because now I am forced to listen to her give me the responsibility speech, which she was probably going to give today anyway.

“Son you’re in high school now. In four years you’re going to be on your own. You can’t forget things like this. It may seem like a small mistake now but in a few years it could cost you your job. ”

I don’t remember what she said after that, because about then I started playing “Slim Shady” in my head. I forgot half of the third verse but I had the melody down.

A few minutes later I was in the shower. As the water ran down my back I thought what will happen on this day. Whatever it is it has disrupted my summer days and I was not going to like it. My greatest possession was my liberty. And in one day it was ripped away from me. In one day it was beyond my reach. They always do it. They give you two and a half months where they tell you have your fun, relax, do as you will. Then they grasp you back to the cold monotony of routine and obedience that they force you to follow for the rest of the year. I wonder if they are trying to condition me, to make me a dog without dignity for the rest of my life.

Sometimes I wish that I lived in the woods. We think we lost Eden. Eden lost us. We had to complicate it with currency and career. We couldn’t just live with what God gave us, the fruit of the trees and the meat of the beasts. We had to reach for the better tool, the better way. What if I don’t want a better way? What if I fine just surviving? Then they’ll brand me a bum, and no one wants to be what society tells them no one should be.

After getting dressed, I grabbed a notebook, a pen, my wallet and my keys and set down a road I did not desire. On the way I met up with John. John is one of the few human beings whose company I enjoy. “Hey it’s De.” he says to me
“How’s it going John”

“You know the usual. Some good, some bad, some not so sad. How ‘bout you”

“You know how I feel this time of the year”

“Yeah but you’re always up by October”

“True, but it’s August”

“Well think about it like this Elaine is back in town from that camp, and even if that complicates your life and ‘ll make you feel worse, which knowing your melancholy butt it will, there are all those fine fine high school beauties. Oh yeah and I know you hate me telling you stuff your parents tell you , but young man,” he mocked, “you are going on an grand adventure where you will become the man you will be for the rest of your life as well as have experiences you will never forget. He Ha”

“Ha he, Thanks man you always know what to say to bring me back from a funk”
“One of the many talents of Jovial John I suppose”

Not long after we reached a large cluster of buildings. They would be my prison for the next four years. The mailing my parents received. Told me that as a freshmen I was to report to the Auditorium in building A to receive orientation, a schedule, and a locker. Of course the letter didn’t tell me which building was building A or which room in building A was the auditorium. I had to stop and ask a senior. He told me that building A was the building on the left and that the administration normally puts up signs as to where the auditorium is on the first day of school is. So, I continued to walk until I reached the place. Greeted by a false smile at the door, I was told to find seat and wait for orientation to begin.

An intimidating and large elderly man walked out onto the stage, and introduced himself as our principal. The man next two him told us that he was our councilor.

“This is your first year of high school. What you do in the following four years will have a profound effect on the rest of your life. These years will effect what college you will go to or even if you go to college. Mind you it is your choice whether you go to college, enter the work force, or join the military.” The giant man paced as he spoke. He told us mostly about school policy and every once and awhile try to impress upon us the importance of high school. Why do adults always think they can tell us everything? Our lives are our own. We live them. Part of that is finding things like that on our own. Sure we may dig holes for ourselves but what makes us grow is pulling ourselves out of them. But do they see that. Fuck no!

The rest of the day consisted of the normal first day of school crap. The runaround of stupid trivia and tours of places I don’t intend on setting foot on anyway. Well at least I got that out of the way.

One teacher gives me homework. He wants me to write my goals. I have one goal, and that’s to live my life my way.

On my way home I cross paths with Elaine. We always called her LA. She moved here from Cali a few years back. It just made sense, and of course it sounded like her real name. “Why didn’t you say anything to me.” She asks.
“Oh, I didn’t see you.”

“I sat in front of you at the assembly”

In truth I had seen her. Life gets complicated with exs. We dated before the summer. She broke it off to play the field. I defiantly wanted to avoid the conversation we were about to have.
“You want to get back together.”

“Why?”

“Why not”

“No, why didn’t you meet a boyfriend at camp.”

“Come on De”

“Eh you broke up with me, not the other way around., I’m perfectly fine with being single."

“Yeah, well maybe I’m not.”

“That’s your fucking problem. You know what. When you left I was lost, but then I found my self. I may not be happy but at least I’m not a bitch.”

“No but you’re a bastard”

At that we left.

Letter to the Soul of a School

Dear people of my Southfield High,

I must have spent at least a fifth of my life in the building I call my school. Sometimes I despised it, and sometimes I loved it. I will miss some people and truly be saddened by their departure from my life, but there exist others who I couldn’t be more elated to be rid of.

As I think about the fact that I will be leaving not only the school but many of the friends I attended it with, I realize that I have left nothing there. I have no athletic records and I was not a prize winning student. The only things I can leave behind are my words. In my opinion they are the best thing I can leave because they are truth. They show now who I am, and later who I was.

I am a human being, a person. Some of us forget that is what mainly comprises a school, the people who gather within it. Teachers become annoyed at students. Students become angered by teachers. Teachers loath some students, and some of their associates. Some students despise their teachers as well as some of their peers. We forget that everyone in the school shares a bond. We forget that every one possesses joy, anger, and sorrow.

Empathy is the acceptance of this common bond of humanity. No matter how different some one is, no matter how much we fail to relate to each other, we can at least acknowledge this bond and attempt to understand one another through it. We can allow for the differences in opinion, interests, and opinions if we try to understand the emotion of our humanity.

We also forget that we are different. We can never fully understand what goes on in another person’s mind. We don’t know what other people go through. We need to keep this in mind when we form opinions about other people. Before reaching anger try to admit that he or she or I or you or we think differently. It is okay to be abnormal. In fact I say it’s normal to be abnormal.

Administration, students, and teachers are restricted by the system under which they work. We believe there is nothing we can to change some of the more oppressive aspects of this education system. I have called this school a prison on several occasions.

We are this school. The power to change it is within our hands. All we must do is stand and say “This isn’t working lets try this.” We aren’t as trapped as we think.
For my peers who like me are leaving, don’t forget. Don’t forget me. Don’t forget us. Don’t forget this place. Come back some time. See how it has changed. When the call comes to lift this place up let’s answer it. God knows it lifted us up. The people in this place had a major hand in forging not only the events of our lives but who we became and will become as people. I don’t want to forget.

Farewell, people of my school


X Out

Office Max

Characters
Mike
Kyle
Mrs. Allans
Ms. Rayne
Dr. Cortez
Jasmine
Kevin
Mr. Evans
Damian Evans.

Introduction

This play as about what goes on in high school office. Although some scenes my take place out side the office everything comes to or originates within it.
Scene 1 office
Kyle is sitting in a chair as Mike walks in and sits next to him.
Kyle: I never thought I’d see you in here. What cha do.

Mike: It was some BS. I didn’t even do anything. This teacher just has it out for me,
James looks up

Kyle: They all do man. Let’s face it. In their eyes we’re peons. That’s why I’m in here. They’re all a bunch of fascists who eliminate anybody who doesn’t breath like them.

Mike: So how’d you end up in this rot hole?

Kyle: Same as you. Some teacher with an ax to grind decided he needed to make an example out of me to strike fear in to the hearts of the others. Like that would work. Anyway that’s my story. Well at least I’m not in class. This place is pretty interesting if you look around.


Scene 2 office Behind the Desk

Mrs. Allans: Excuse me Dr. Cortez.

Dr. Cortez: Yes Mrs. Allans

Mrs. Allans: I was wondering if I could take the students on a field trip to the Ford plant.

Dr. Cortez: I’m sorry but it just isn’t in the budget.

Mrs. Allans: They could learn quite a bit about manufacturing procedures.


Dr. Cortez: I’m sure they could but the school does not have the money for it.

Mrs. Allans: What if the students raised the money for it

Dr. Cortez: I’m sorry but that isn’t an option it would take to long and the school would have to start making preparations for the trip. Look, if you do find the money I will see what I can do, but until then I am afraid my answer is no.

Mrs. Allans: Yes, Sir.

Scene 3

Mrs. Allans: I so frustrated.

Mrs. Rayne: Well I told you he probably wouldn’t go for it, but he did say if you found the money right.

Mrs. Allans: Yeah

Mrs. Rayne: Get off your but and search for it. I know you think the parents in this community don’t care but maybe they do ask for their support.

Mrs. Allans: Maybe I will. Goodbye.

Mrs. Rayne: See ya on Monday.


Scene 4
A parent is standing at the offices desk.

Mrs. Rayne: Hello. How may I help you?

Mr. Evens: Hi, I have an appointment to see the principle.

Mrs. Rayne: His office is on the third door to the left.

Mrs. Evans walks off stage and then knocks on a door. Opens it and then sits down in front of Dr. Cortez’s desk.

Mr. Evans: Hello I’m Frank Evans. I here to talk about my son’s suspension.

Dr. Cortez: Good morning Mr. Evans. Did you read the report that was sent home with him.

Mr. Evans: Yes I did. I just don’t believe it is fair for him to get a suspension for such a minor offence. I am afraid of what it will do for his grades.

Dr. Cortez: I understand that Sir, but I can’t make allowances. The fact of the matter is that your son broke the rules. If I allowed a lesser punishment for him I would have to make a lesser punishment for a lot of other parents. Although your son may be a good student there are a lot of other students in the same situation who are more mischievous.
If I lessened the punishment on your son, other people who do not deserve my sympathy
would ask it.

Mr. Evans: I understand that but could you make one exception Sir.

Dr. Cortez: I’m afraid not. However I will inform his teachers that he is worried about his grades and ask them to give him his work in advanced. Also I will see if any of his teachers or friends will be able to tutor him, and help him get caught up.

Mr. Evans: I don’t know if that will be enough.

Dr. Cortez: It’s all I can do.

Mr. Evans: You could allow my son back in school.

Dr Cortez: I already told you I can’t.

Mr. Evans: Why not?

Dr. Cortez: I already told you why not.

Mr. Evans: You would if you knew him. He is on the honor roll, and in the band. He does tons of community service. He’s a good kid.

Dr. Cortez: That may be but I am responsible for enforcing the rules, and that means enforcing punishments as well.

Mr. Evans: I can’t take no for an answer.

Dr. Cortez: I am afraid you have too. I am not going to change his punishment.

Mr. Evans: Then I will take this to the school board. Good day.

Scene 5
Mr. Evans home

Damian Evans is lying on a couch, as Frank Evans walks though a door.

Damian Evans: So am I going back to school dad?

Frank Evans: I’m afraid not.
For a moment a look of joy is visible on Damian’s face.

Frank Evans: Your principle is an inflexible idiot.

Damian Evans: I already knew that.

Frank Evans: Yeah, but I didn’t. Anyway since we now know you won’t be in school for a while. Let’s sets down some ground rules. First of all you will receive work from school. I want it done by the time I return from work each day. Also you are on punishment. Don’t go anywhere, watch TV or go on the internet. Got that.

Damian: Yes Dad.

Frank Evans: Oh yeah. Don’t hook up with Gabby.

Damian: Come on. I was planning on that date all week.

Frank Evans: Then you shouldn’t have gotten your butt suspended.

Damian: Please.

Frank Evans: Hell no! I had to miss work for this shit. You’re staying here.

Damian: Okay

Frank: Alright I got to head out. Don’t pull anything stupid.

Damian: You know me. I’m smarter than that.

Frank: That’s what I’m afraid of sometimes your too damn smart for your own good. That and you you’re not smart enough to know when your being to damn smart for your own good. See ya.
Scene 6

A student walks in and stands in front of the desk of the office.

Mrs. Rayne: Hello. How may I help you?

Jasmine: Yeah I would like a phone call.

Mrs. Rayne: Do you have fifty cents.

Jasmine: Here you go.

Mrs. Rayne: Dial 9 to call out.

Jasmine picks up a phone and dials.

Jasmine: Hey, Is Kevin there.

Kevin: What’s up?

Jasmine: Could you pick me up/

Kevin: What for?

Jasmine: My car’s in the shop.

Kevin: What’d you do to it?

Jasmine: I didn’t do shit some asshole cut me off!

Kevin: Yeah right. I know how you drive. Chances are you were the a**hole.

Jasmine: Shut up and just pick me up.

Kevin: Okay. Okay.

Jasmine: I get out of drama rehearsal at six.

Kevin: See ya.

Scene 7
At 6:00 in Kevin’s car
Kevin turns on rap music. Jasmine changes the channel. Kevin changes back.

Kevin: You lookin’ to walk home.

Jasmine: I was only thinking that we could use some R&B.

Kevin: In the words of my father and his father before him “Don’t touch a black man’s stereo.” Plus what do you have against Fifty.


Jasmine: I was in the mood for somethin’ a little softer. You know.

Kevin: Okay give me this song and, then I’ll put it on some Temptations. We tight.

Jasmine: We tight?

Kevin: So why’d you call me instead of ridin’ with one of your girls?

Jasmine: We’ll I was thinking that maybe we could, you know, go some where tonight.

Kevin: Hold up. I thought you said we were through.

Jasmine: I said in the heat of the moment. Look I’m sorry about last night.

Kevin: You’re assuming a lot.

Jasmine: What do you mean.

Kevin: How do you know that one, I didn’t hook up with some one else between yesterday and today, two even if I didn’t t that I don’t agree that we’re through and three, that I would forgive you.

Jasmine looks sad.

Jasmine: I don’t know I just hoped-

Kevin: Don’t worry. I’m just f**king with you. Just like we were back together
again.

They kiss.
Scene 8

The bell rings in the office

Kyle: Got to go man.

Mike: I still say nothing goes on in this place.

Kyle: Well let's agree to disagree. See ya.

Mike: Bye
Both guys walk off stage

The End