The Master
Holds the strings in hand,
Makes the puppet
Dance before the King.
The Jester
At his side
Watches,
Eyes alight with love.
He sees
The sorrow
Behind her painted smile.
He feels
The pain in her heart
From a life of control.
He knows
How she longs to be free,
Yet she is not strong enough.
He waits,
The Master sleeps
And the Jester approaches
His stringed love,
Alone in her cage,
Motionless without her master.
He draws
His blade of liberation,
Cuts the strings
That held her captive
For so long.
Cradling her in his arms
He looks into her eyes.
So sad,
Her heart
Bears the scars of many trials.
It is too broken
To move her body.
Turning the blade on himself,
The Jester opens his chest
Removes his own heart
And places it
In her weakened puppet form.
Her eyes
Begin to glow
With sweet new life.
The Jester's heart
Pumps strong
Making her real.
She stirs to life in his arms.
As she returns his gaze
He says
"My love
has set you free".
Their lips embrace
In a kiss
That lasts a lifetime.
With nothing left to give
The Jester sinks to the floor
In peaceful death.
As she kneels beside him
She weeps
Real tears
Rolling down to her chest
Where the Jester's heart
Still beats within her
Forever and always.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
The Face with No Name (Part I) - Her Death
She feels pain.
She's known hurt.
She's just like you
Except she's not real.
She's a puppet, merely a toy.
She is virtually useless
Unless controlled by her puppeteers.
She's dependent upon them.
They pull the strings
And she dances.
Without their skillful hands
She would lie forever motionless.
On the outside she seems real
In her heart she is not.
She's the pawn
And they're the chess players.
They position her.
They play her.
They use her
To better themselves.
Her life is in their hands
And they make the choices.
If they choose wrong--
CHECKMATE!
For them the game is over
But for them, there'll be others.
Not for her.
The game was her life
And the game is over.
She lived her life for others.
She played the puppet in their shows.
She was the pawn in their games.
When they were done with her
She was forgotten.
She existed solely for them,
But they left.
She has no choice now but to die
Because the life she lived is gone.
- Carrie Northup
She's known hurt.
She's just like you
Except she's not real.
She's a puppet, merely a toy.
She is virtually useless
Unless controlled by her puppeteers.
She's dependent upon them.
They pull the strings
And she dances.
Without their skillful hands
She would lie forever motionless.
On the outside she seems real
In her heart she is not.
She's the pawn
And they're the chess players.
They position her.
They play her.
They use her
To better themselves.
Her life is in their hands
And they make the choices.
If they choose wrong--
CHECKMATE!
For them the game is over
But for them, there'll be others.
Not for her.
The game was her life
And the game is over.
She lived her life for others.
She played the puppet in their shows.
She was the pawn in their games.
When they were done with her
She was forgotten.
She existed solely for them,
But they left.
She has no choice now but to die
Because the life she lived is gone.
- Carrie Northup
Monday, June 23, 2008
'Til Death Do Us Part
The lights of an oncoming truck slammed against the windshield with blinding force. Todd Gibson was instantly robbed of his vision. Being unable to see the winding road ahead of him, Todd fought to keep the tires on the pavement. He was unsuccessful. In a moment of panic he grasped his sleeping bride by her arm, "Jen!" Jennifer woke with a start as their car plummeted down a steep, rocky ravine. In an instant, it was over.
Despairingly, Jennifer turned toward her new husband. She knew immediately that his life had fled him. "No!" she choked, "No Todd, it's not fair..." she heard her own voice fade into merely a whisper. It had only been 3 hours since Jennifer and Todd's honeymoon began. Struggling to remain conscious, her mind wandered to the beautiful day prior. The day Jennifer and Todd had taken their vows and become man and wife. Now, "until death do us part", had in reality, been only a matter of moments. She thought back just a few hours earlier as they were to begin their trip to the mountains. Todd opened the door to their SUV for her and lightheartedly said, "Mrs. Gibson, your chariot awaits".
With all of the energy she could gather, Jennifer reached out and feebly grasped Todd's hand. She tried to find some sense in what had just happened, but her mind was becoming unclear, and an eerie darkness closed in around her...
Jennifer found herself alone in a strange, ominous world. Ahead of her was only more of the same cold blackness, but from behind her, Jennifer felt a comforting warmth. She turned toward the source of the heat to see a brilliant blue light. Inside of this majestic glow was the hazy shadow of a man. She was sure it was God. Knowing she would find safety with Him, Jennifer started toward the silhouette. The shadow became clearer as she drew closer. The figure offered his hand as if to beckon her, guide her to him. However, from deep within the darkness, Jennifer began to hear voices...
They were mere whispers at first, but gradually they grew stronger. She recognized these voices. They were those of family, friends, her loved ones. Again she turned toward the inviting light; the shadowy figure grew closer still. As she turned back once more to the haunting darkness, the voices of her loved ones were unmistakable. Jennifer longed desperately to run to them, to mourn her loss with them, to let them comfort her. Still something in the light held her there. Finally, as she stared once more into the welcoming illumination, she knew what it was. The shadowy figure wasn't God; it was her husband. It was Todd. Jennifer realized now that there was life in the darkness and death in the light.
Instantaneously the light dimmed, and the voices faded. Jennifer had to decide her fate immediately or risk being trapped in this dark abyss for an eternity. She wanted so terribly to be with her loved ones, but losing Todd forever was more than she could bear.
Jennifer Gibson died at 11:37 p.m., on the evening of June 26, 2005.
- Carrie Northup (story) / Images "borrowed"
Despairingly, Jennifer turned toward her new husband. She knew immediately that his life had fled him. "No!" she choked, "No Todd, it's not fair..." she heard her own voice fade into merely a whisper. It had only been 3 hours since Jennifer and Todd's honeymoon began. Struggling to remain conscious, her mind wandered to the beautiful day prior. The day Jennifer and Todd had taken their vows and become man and wife. Now, "until death do us part", had in reality, been only a matter of moments. She thought back just a few hours earlier as they were to begin their trip to the mountains. Todd opened the door to their SUV for her and lightheartedly said, "Mrs. Gibson, your chariot awaits".
With all of the energy she could gather, Jennifer reached out and feebly grasped Todd's hand. She tried to find some sense in what had just happened, but her mind was becoming unclear, and an eerie darkness closed in around her...
Jennifer found herself alone in a strange, ominous world. Ahead of her was only more of the same cold blackness, but from behind her, Jennifer felt a comforting warmth. She turned toward the source of the heat to see a brilliant blue light. Inside of this majestic glow was the hazy shadow of a man. She was sure it was God. Knowing she would find safety with Him, Jennifer started toward the silhouette. The shadow became clearer as she drew closer. The figure offered his hand as if to beckon her, guide her to him. However, from deep within the darkness, Jennifer began to hear voices...
They were mere whispers at first, but gradually they grew stronger. She recognized these voices. They were those of family, friends, her loved ones. Again she turned toward the inviting light; the shadowy figure grew closer still. As she turned back once more to the haunting darkness, the voices of her loved ones were unmistakable. Jennifer longed desperately to run to them, to mourn her loss with them, to let them comfort her. Still something in the light held her there. Finally, as she stared once more into the welcoming illumination, she knew what it was. The shadowy figure wasn't God; it was her husband. It was Todd. Jennifer realized now that there was life in the darkness and death in the light.
Instantaneously the light dimmed, and the voices faded. Jennifer had to decide her fate immediately or risk being trapped in this dark abyss for an eternity. She wanted so terribly to be with her loved ones, but losing Todd forever was more than she could bear.
Jennifer Gibson died at 11:37 p.m., on the evening of June 26, 2005.
- Carrie Northup (story) / Images "borrowed"
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