Contradictions

He wakes up with all forms of contradictions waving over his head and running around with ballot boxes trying to procure the dead with weevil and mice playing jamboree in the rice while the sun and the rain are engaged in a fist fight. He goes to bed with alcohol on his breath, empty brain and a shirt filled with blood stain. He took so long to figure things out and sometimes it makes me want to shout. The morning keeps beckoning me to come but there is just nowhere for me to run, everywhere there is a nail floating in the air and you can hear the symphony shouting far and near. People are going in and out of the room and the chickens are sedated with caffeine, I stared at the blood thirst veil hanging on the wall before the brawl. One woman came out of the room and shout, “help my father is bleeding,” there seems to be nothing that they could do, even though the medics try to resuscitate him, nothing on earth could bring him back on the track. He has suffered so much from several bullet wounds. His bullet rigged body laid bear on the stretcher with the blood stained cloth wrapped around him, the doctor entered the room and pronounced him dead and pull the white sheet over his head. The morning continued the show with a very long way to go, shadows on earth mixing with dirt and a stream of light moving in front of me, it was telling me something but I could not figure out, the message was embedded within so I search for the one that created the woeful rhythm. I went from house to house knocking on many doors but it was nowhere to be found. I went on an intense search in the middle of the town and search all the business places upside down, from department store, to grocery store. Internet café and coffee shop. I went to the lumber yard and the ice cream store and left a message on the floor but it not there. I scour all the public transportation and all the doors leaving to heaven, the market, restaurants and fast food shops, the slot machines and remittance store. I went to every lottery dealers and have a dialogue with all the inn keepers, the message was loud and clear it was not there. I looked all over the place searching for that single figure. I crept quietly around the back and saw it writing a long story and measuring a new frock. The place suddenly came alive and everyone started to smile and they all accept the reason for life and erased all contradictions. Tears streamed down their face and they multiply among the all races, welled up tears, joyful tears and tears of love and embrace. There was an out-pour of passion and love all over the place.