Post by veronicaaaahhhh on Jan 26, 2008 13:19:23 GMT -5
The Sonnet Of King Verwirrung
Verse One
Long ago, when the night sky was filled with nothing but stars and darkness as far as the eye can see.
Long ago, when flight and future were conjured esoterically through dreamers.
Long ago, in this world, ruled King Verwirrung.
A faithful warrior born from dissident and whore.
A dream of living within the confines only faith and God bore him.
He rose, and upon the eve of his youth he rode into battle;
-Nothing but a face among thousands
-Nothing but a soul fighting for a king born of bloodstained crest.
Seven night before his twenty second year, young Verwirrung stood, barely, in his seventh hour of battle.
As the heavens cried above the land, Verwirrung fought;
Not for his king
And not for his land
-They meant nothing to him.
The knife behind his field of visions came as sudden as the rain;
his cries quieted by the hand of his assailant
-Known naught by his damned smile
naught by the hush of his breath or the sound of his voice, but of sea Verwirrung tasted in his hand.
Verwirrung lay upon the greens of the earth;
brown eyes bleeding to its final breath.
'Please!' He screamed upon the heavens
'Higher father before mine, I humble myself to you,
in this my dying moment. I have naught craved
privilege or immortality.
All I have ever wanted is peace within my means.
And tonight I pray my first prayer and the only
request I have and will ever ask of you:
Heal me, heal me now. And let the rain yield in favor of my coming glory'
The pain of coming death subsided in Verwirrung acceptance of his fate.
<***>
Wayne left the Harley where it was and treaded into Canada by car, stopping only when he reached Montreal. Wayne stood outside the Gillespie home, the house Vanessa had called home for twenty one years. Wayne took his time; the man not wanting to go inside, not yet anyway.
Wayne let the window of the Ford Expedition fall, as he lit his cigarette. Wayne turned on the radio and continued the cd he played as he drove up; a collection of songs he had heard during the time he spent with his mother in Tempe.
Wayne pulled the cigarette away from his lips, as they, barely parted, released a cloud of smoke.
Frank McGurk, his father, was the same with the rest of the Sandovals, his mother's family. Wayne remembered back to about a year before Frank completely left; he must've been around four or five. They held a birthday party for him, which was really just a gathering of the Sandoval family, something which was really just another Sunday afternoon, the only difference is that he was getting presents.
Looking back at it now, it was the only birthday party he had; or he could at least recall.
His mother had dressed him, and he waited in the backyard; tinkering around with a few Star Wars knock-off toys he had given him earlier that day. There were balloons, small plastic chairs, a pinata, and a cake; Wayne reckoned he was probably excited. Frank came up to him, and this was just a half hour before the party started; he was dressed. He held his arm over Wayne's shoulder and told him that he wasn't going to be there, he just couldn't; he had somewhere to go. There was something he had to do and it was more important than his own son's birthday.
Wayne smiled at him, and asked him not to go.
He took off his shades, he always wore shades; Wayne reckoned he must've gotten the habit from Frank. Frank put the shades on Wayne, and told him, 'I gotta go, I'm sorry. '
'Bye bye, papa.' Wayne replied.
Frank kissed Wayne in the forehead and said, 'I love you, son.'.
To which Wayne replied, 'I love you, papa.'
Frank walked away.
Looking at it now, Wayne could understand where Frank was coming from. Though it wasn't that the Sandoval's never gave him a chance, he was fine by them. Frank just couldn't face them, he had always figured that they expected more from him; a proud and large Mexican-American family of Schaghticoke descent and a wayward Irishman.
Maybe they didn't accept him; figured that some wrestler wasn't really good enough for their only daughter. It was fine. But Wayne reckoned he was damned if he didn't face them, despite that. He'd more than move the mountains for Vanessa and Scarlett.
And Vanessa knows that, and one day Scarlet will too. That's all that matters to me, really... I don't give a shit if the rest of her family don't see it, because it doesn't matter. I'm a good husband, and I'm a good father, and that. If what I do makes them happy, then I'm happy.
Wayne shut the radio off and dropped the cigarette in the bottle of water he had abandoned before coming into Quebec. Wayne stepped away from the card, walked up to the front door, and pressed the doorbell.
If Mario Gillespie just so happened to open the door, Wayne decided that he wasn't going to lower himself to the man, and keep his mouth shut. He'd tell him, 'Good afternoon Mr. Gillespie, I'm here to pick up your daughter and granddaughter.' He'd just wait there, by the door, while Mario Gillespie would walk back inside to call Vanessa; she'd run to to him, and leap into his arms, giving a nice long kiss, right there in front of her whole family, because she's
ing in love with him and he's really cool.
The door opened, and it was Vanessa.
'Hey.'
He smiled at her; didn't really expect to see her opening the door.
She leaned against the door, looking like she spent the whole day in bed. There was a sudden smile in her lips, and gleam in her eyes as she said, 'Hey.'
Wayne gently pushed the door open, as Vanessa walked, barefoot, into him, but then suddenly he heard Scarlet cry out the word 'Daddy!'.
She rushed to him and grabbed him by the leg. Wayne took Scarlet and held her in his arms, as Vanessa reached over and kissed him in the lips. Wayne closed his eyes and pressed back.
Verse One
Long ago, when the night sky was filled with nothing but stars and darkness as far as the eye can see.
Long ago, when flight and future were conjured esoterically through dreamers.
Long ago, in this world, ruled King Verwirrung.
A faithful warrior born from dissident and whore.
A dream of living within the confines only faith and God bore him.
He rose, and upon the eve of his youth he rode into battle;
-Nothing but a face among thousands
-Nothing but a soul fighting for a king born of bloodstained crest.
Seven night before his twenty second year, young Verwirrung stood, barely, in his seventh hour of battle.
As the heavens cried above the land, Verwirrung fought;
Not for his king
And not for his land
-They meant nothing to him.
The knife behind his field of visions came as sudden as the rain;
his cries quieted by the hand of his assailant
-Known naught by his damned smile
naught by the hush of his breath or the sound of his voice, but of sea Verwirrung tasted in his hand.
Verwirrung lay upon the greens of the earth;
brown eyes bleeding to its final breath.
'Please!' He screamed upon the heavens
'Higher father before mine, I humble myself to you,
in this my dying moment. I have naught craved
privilege or immortality.
All I have ever wanted is peace within my means.
And tonight I pray my first prayer and the only
request I have and will ever ask of you:
Heal me, heal me now. And let the rain yield in favor of my coming glory'
The pain of coming death subsided in Verwirrung acceptance of his fate.
<***>
Wayne left the Harley where it was and treaded into Canada by car, stopping only when he reached Montreal. Wayne stood outside the Gillespie home, the house Vanessa had called home for twenty one years. Wayne took his time; the man not wanting to go inside, not yet anyway.
Wayne let the window of the Ford Expedition fall, as he lit his cigarette. Wayne turned on the radio and continued the cd he played as he drove up; a collection of songs he had heard during the time he spent with his mother in Tempe.
Wayne pulled the cigarette away from his lips, as they, barely parted, released a cloud of smoke.
Frank McGurk, his father, was the same with the rest of the Sandovals, his mother's family. Wayne remembered back to about a year before Frank completely left; he must've been around four or five. They held a birthday party for him, which was really just a gathering of the Sandoval family, something which was really just another Sunday afternoon, the only difference is that he was getting presents.
Looking back at it now, it was the only birthday party he had; or he could at least recall.
His mother had dressed him, and he waited in the backyard; tinkering around with a few Star Wars knock-off toys he had given him earlier that day. There were balloons, small plastic chairs, a pinata, and a cake; Wayne reckoned he was probably excited. Frank came up to him, and this was just a half hour before the party started; he was dressed. He held his arm over Wayne's shoulder and told him that he wasn't going to be there, he just couldn't; he had somewhere to go. There was something he had to do and it was more important than his own son's birthday.
Wayne smiled at him, and asked him not to go.
He took off his shades, he always wore shades; Wayne reckoned he must've gotten the habit from Frank. Frank put the shades on Wayne, and told him, 'I gotta go, I'm sorry. '
'Bye bye, papa.' Wayne replied.
Frank kissed Wayne in the forehead and said, 'I love you, son.'.
To which Wayne replied, 'I love you, papa.'
Frank walked away.
Looking at it now, Wayne could understand where Frank was coming from. Though it wasn't that the Sandoval's never gave him a chance, he was fine by them. Frank just couldn't face them, he had always figured that they expected more from him; a proud and large Mexican-American family of Schaghticoke descent and a wayward Irishman.
Maybe they didn't accept him; figured that some wrestler wasn't really good enough for their only daughter. It was fine. But Wayne reckoned he was damned if he didn't face them, despite that. He'd more than move the mountains for Vanessa and Scarlett.
And Vanessa knows that, and one day Scarlet will too. That's all that matters to me, really... I don't give a shit if the rest of her family don't see it, because it doesn't matter. I'm a good husband, and I'm a good father, and that. If what I do makes them happy, then I'm happy.
Wayne shut the radio off and dropped the cigarette in the bottle of water he had abandoned before coming into Quebec. Wayne stepped away from the card, walked up to the front door, and pressed the doorbell.
If Mario Gillespie just so happened to open the door, Wayne decided that he wasn't going to lower himself to the man, and keep his mouth shut. He'd tell him, 'Good afternoon Mr. Gillespie, I'm here to pick up your daughter and granddaughter.' He'd just wait there, by the door, while Mario Gillespie would walk back inside to call Vanessa; she'd run to to him, and leap into his arms, giving a nice long kiss, right there in front of her whole family, because she's
ing in love with him and he's really cool.The door opened, and it was Vanessa.
'Hey.'
He smiled at her; didn't really expect to see her opening the door.
She leaned against the door, looking like she spent the whole day in bed. There was a sudden smile in her lips, and gleam in her eyes as she said, 'Hey.'
Wayne gently pushed the door open, as Vanessa walked, barefoot, into him, but then suddenly he heard Scarlet cry out the word 'Daddy!'.
She rushed to him and grabbed him by the leg. Wayne took Scarlet and held her in his arms, as Vanessa reached over and kissed him in the lips. Wayne closed his eyes and pressed back.
