The Whip of Books

Hey, there! take a look at our race
We are borne out of ingenuity
Can you at least give us a chance to teach you?
Don’t judge us by our cover!

Do you think it’s easy for our Creator to bring us to being?
It took Him courage
You know, we cannot create ourselves
You can possibly create one of us, if you have at least the idea we exist.

Hey, do not look at me like that
I’m not going to eat you alive
Although I can affect you, eat your beliefs, unless you are my Master
Oh! Correct me if I am wrong.

THE KING’S DREAM

The king in his usual nightclothes wakes up in a building. He is inside a building with a long corridor - like a phallic symbol. The corridor is full of numbered doors. Then, door 69 catches the king’s attention. It is ajar. He nears the door, stops in front of it, takes a deep breath, and pushes it. The door swings open. The king can hardly see a figure inside the room so he crosses the room dauntlessly and curiously. Inside, smells of human flesh like the scent of sweet honey bees hunt for floats in the air. When the king is a meter away from the obscured figure, and the scent becomes stronger and easier to decipher, the great, mighty king stumbles. In front of him is a naked guy twenty years junior his age. The king has goosebumps. “Goosebumps because of what?” the king asks himself. But the naked guy eyeing the king with lust and naughtiness reads the king’s mind as if the both of them have telepathy. The king understands the guy reads his question in mind. “Why are you here?” the naked guy says in a sweet seducing voice. The king notices the seduction and does not know what to do. And still, the king has no plan of going out of the room. “I do not know” the regaled king answers in a soft voice as if nothing has left of his energy to speak clearly. “I saw the door ajar that is why I entered this room.” Fearlessly, the king nears the guy till they are only an inch apart. Their breaths reach each other’s body. Inside the king’s mind, thoughts play like a cinema, like a movie in the twenty first century, like a triple X! Of course, the king is unfamiliar of his thoughts. It is his first experience thinking of that and because he lives in a different era. And when the king’s and the figure’s body touches, the king’s heart beats faster.

The king is known of his bravery and sword-fighting. He was crowned king when his father died during a battle against the Pink Kingdom. But this new king is exceptional! All his battles against the forces of other kingdoms, especially that of the Pink Kingdom, had been won. After winning his battles, all women of his town gather around him and give him pleasure in whatsoever way. This has been the tradition since his forefathers. He is disliked (although this dislike is not discussed politically but only in a man’s heart) by a number of males in his kingdom, even his knights around his Royal Table, because he has the claw of a hawk on every woman’s neck under his sovereign. SHE is controlled by the king.

And now, the king trips 180 degrees. He is now commanded by the naked figure. The figure is unfamiliar to him. He is not hypnotized, he knows. He just follows the commands of the figure with utter joy. He cannot explain the joy inside him. His mind plays upon the idea that this is what he really wants, and not the tradition - the tradition to savor all women’s breasts, their bosoms. He tries to defeat his thoughts but the thoughts are unconquerable. Instead, his mind shifts automatically to thinking about the kingdom’s tradition. He realizes the tradition holds his acts. Commands his acts. Makes him compelled to enjoy women and not men. And now, he accepts his first defeat. A defeat, which makes him real free. He knows he will be reaching his safe harbor. The naked guy is his harbor, his knight, his defender, HIS.

I AND CONSCIENCE’S DEATH

I died
"I" killed myself
I was subconscious
When "I" committed suicide
It was not me, but "me"

Why will "I" kill me?
Am I stubborn, am I sick?
Did I offended "I"
Or because I won over "me"?

Isn’t it I the same as "me"
And who’s talking now
Is it I?
Is it "I"?

Why did you kill me?
Was I a problem to you?
Did I give you headaches?
Have I wronged you?

"I" answered:
‘Coz you no longer serve "I"?
"I" am always right, your conscience
Let us clear this:  you killed us.