Jefferson Nicholas

  A young 26 year old politician making waves in the conservative party. In Brasilia the political center of Brazil. He had used every resource possible to get himself where he was. For the most part he was reasonably honest. Just a little vindictive.

2014 Something forms.
Chapter 1 

Jefferson drank down his last mouthful.
"See you guys in the Plenary tomorrow." Jeff said.
His colleagues waved to him. Antonio followed him out.
Jeff waved Antonio over. "Come ride with me. We have many things to talk about."
They began to talk about the increased pressure to tow the party line.
Signs of corruption were starting to become more evident. The shapes of schemes.

They drove down an avenue parallel to the city's lake. 
Antonio in his late thirties, his face showing signs of aging already.
"We can't stay out of their schemes, we just need to learn how to play their game better than them."
"Antonio, you don't get it. If it's their game it can never be your game." Grinning his young face full of cocky self satisfaction.
"That's all good and proper, but aren't you afraid they'll get to you. And if they do, they'll probably go after more than just your cooperation."

There was a long silence, they drove back toward the city.
"Where should my driver leave you Antonio?"
"Leave me near Planaltina. I have a friend I need to talk to there."
"A little rough isn't it..."

Before Antonio answered the question bullets came into the windshield. The bullet proofing stopped them from coming through.
The car screamed to a stop. The driver pulled a pistol.
"You guys stay here in the car, I'll go see who shot at us."
"Bad idea Edilson. Just get us out of here!" Jefferson screamed.
"I can't drive the windscreen is too cracked. I can't see a thing." Edilson the driver said.
Edilson opened the driver door, hands came out of nowhere pulling him away.
A man pointed his assault rifle inside the cabin of the car at Antonio and Jefferson.
"You are going to hand over your phones and credit cards boys, or you'll die here in the back of this car." 
Jeff and Antonio handed all, of their cards over.
The man called over his friend who had a mobile card reader. They started swiping the cards and stealing the funds.
A few minutes later they threw a trembling bloody Edilson back into the vehicle.
"I told you stay in the fucking car Edilson. Now look at you?"
Antonio put his hand Jeff's shoulder in a gesture of calm.
"I'm sorry" jefferson said. "Take us home."

Sushi on the office desk

 Sushi clothes will I undress
Errands filling the day dark green
Barrel fulls of rollable protein
Good nutrition pouring onto the table

Wrapped than squeezed into rolls like cables
With the contents of of the fields and the sea
Snacking on these stacks of snacks frequently
Silvery dark paper mande from flattened algae

Sushi flows out like a creek
Sushi opens mouths that speak
What sushi says to me is
Life is short wrap it up delicately

cut your slice of sovereignty

Where's my fuel

 It's all flat, the page is blank
There's fire where there should just be fuel
I need it to be the stockpiled fuel
Ready to put my spark into the accelerant

Just sweet liquid creativity 
And I'm a guzzler
I'm a streaking havoc 
Blazing tongues rising

the fire's dying down
I need it to be stoked
that transition for embers
Before the diappear into cinder

Yes unending fuel and heat
Burn working it's way through
Until the flickering points of fire
Form letters into words

The restless moving morning

 The sun came through the words good morning
breakfast wafted through the air into nose
Steam off coffee freshly buttered toast
morning sunlight ambling to six A.M

The edge of the day wants sweetly
to flow weather and time, to be complete
wanting to accompany you wherever you go
put it on like bedsheets, put it on like clothes

The dying moon studies me
It's funeral evapourates clouds 
My path is clear so is my pace
quietness folded into space

Houses trees and entire cities pass by
Your eyes look them over still dry
Then rain comes, eyes cry
Midday sun comes, morning dies

Uninvited versus the ostrasized.

 Great I've arrived at four square hotel with my fellow peers.
Friends from popschool, posing and putting on laughs and sneers.
They tell me the writer here, to get with the program.
They didn't have vacancies, I took what I could manage.
Down the rocks a little is the rest of the village. 
A tourist stop with bars and even a few party venues.

The crowd line up to get into buses so young and new.
The charismatic friends single me out as an introvert inside.
They tell me directly to my face- you are not invited.
-You can stay here, play with yourself. They derided
-You are a buzz killer, there's just no fun with you.

I turn to go, two guests turn to me and stare.
As if they would actually prefer me there.
They look toward me through the back window of the bus.
I look back at them. The engine starts without fuss.
The window rolls down on the nearby lamborghini.
-Stay out of our way freak! he said meanly.

I looked up to the amassing cloud.
Then back at that back window gossip seeping.
Now there were three or four people.
Men and women waving to me in such wist.
One made a hearthshape another  blew a kiss.

Big wheels clicked then rolled, charismatic heads swelling.
Heading to pleasure seekers village when they'd return no telling.
I wasn't invited, so i went back to the dark rooms of the mountain hotel.
There I wrote and wrote until my skin became paper.
My blood became ink then swirling vapor.
Soul stretched into a long etched scroll.

I filled up the corridors and every room of that hotel.
My words fell down in the hill onto the roads.
Like fat rain or small plump bouncing toads.
Some of them entered the buses open windows.
Then I was there among them.

Subject to their attempts at icebreakers
and their attempts to sneak drinks.
volume fall and volume rose.
My words gathered into form.
A figure of prose.

One of the charismatics poked his head around and got up.
-How did he get on the bus? He demanded exactly.
The rest stayed quiet just looking at the charismatic.
The charismatic screamed louder- Get him off the bus!
Eyes narrowed onto the charismatic with distrust.
Someone whispered. -Yuck.

The charismatic reeled in horror.
Sporadically giggles peeled out of the bus corridor.
The charismatic flustered ruddy beat red in the face.
The adams apple rose and fell in complete disgrace.
He attempted Nonchalance but a hidden tick had surfaced.

I was writing of all this from that dark little hotel room.
Up in that mountain I wrote into the late afternoon.
The fire was lit and the words just flowed like rising sparks.
Shaping their situations with literary archane art.
I could see the bus stopping and the charismatic get out.
The rowdy party goers abusive gestures and shouts.

You will have to face everything eventually,
came a voice to his ear.
From your smallest offence to your greatest fear.

Beyond and sublime

 In space beyond surreal dream.
Stirs a realm where souls are redeemed.
Lifetimes from here.
On my world come to bear.
 
The father and son observe my present day.
From open eyes to the will to pray.
Glee in their expressions they exist yet sublime.
They´ve reunited to fuse the threads of time.

The fathers have opened doors.
Sent good will and force.
Their harmony lives on resonates.
A future speaks back to the present day.

The blessings are now symbols that move and blend.
Rays down from narrow holes in clouds that extend.
I sign glory to come with my imagination´s pen.
Pouring that ink straight from my heart.

Doors and eyelids

 The door appears
I vanish
It opens
I am there

Just ether
Simply air
No walls or rooves
Just a door you stare

Turn the handle
Lock impaired
Shut it now
Unaware

Then you blink
You form a tear
Inside your eye
I am there