The eyes are the window into the mind
and the ears are its doorway.
The mouth speaketh those things
that enter these receptors.
So whatever a person heareth and seeth
that is what a person is.
The importance of clean seeing
and clean hearing can never
be emphasized enough.
To see and hear only those things
that are wholesome to the soul is
vitally essential to the wellness of the body.
May 7, 1985
I stopped writing my summary and leaned back in my chair. The rest of my report to the Travel Bureau could wait. I could tell them this much, but the rest I would have to lie about. If I told them I knew their “precious” secret, I would be terminated, swiftly and without mercy. What I’d written would probably make them suspicious anyway, but all of their haggling and discussion over my summary would buy me plenty of time. Plenty of time to . . .
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the silver coin I had found on Earth. It was partially melted but I could still read the writing inscribed on its surface: E PLURIBUS UNUM.
Yes, I had found Earth and soon I would return to it to make it a great and peaceful world once again.
Written November 22, 1983
Part of the Cold War Kid collection
The darkness of early night brought me back to the present and I hoped I hadn’t wasted valuable time daydreaming. I hurried over to my over-terrain vehicle and climbed in; making sure all of my equipment was secured safely aboard.
I started the vehicle’s engine and, after flipping on its powerful headlights, began to drive through the desert-like landscape ahead. The headlights stabbed through the black night and presently, they pointed out what seemed to be a primitive road. I began to follow the road, driving very carefully so as to avoid the many cracks and fissures that littered its surface. After a few miles of this constant maneuvering, I stopped the vehicle dead in its tracks.
Before me lay something that was so extraordinary I could not believe my eyes. In the bright glow of the headlights, I could see a city! A manmade city, intelligently built! Had I found Earth?
As I walked through the streets of the old city . . .
I live in the city of Terra, the capital of the planet, Vulcan. Vulcan is the home planet for the Galaga Federation thereby making it heavily populated and Terra very large. This being the case, I make it a habit in my free time to explore it. It is when I am walking along Terra’s shady, tree lined avenues that I am most contented.
It was while I was strolling the streets of the city on one such exploration that I came across an old, deserted house. The sign hanging beside its broken door in huge red letters pronounced CONDEMNED! No one could have agreed more totally than I.
Most of the house’s windows were boarded up to keep the glass panes intact, though judging by the amount of shards that littered the street, they had done little good. The remains of what probably had been a beautiful veranda lay rotting on the ground. The house had such a ramshackle appearance that any “sane” person would never have ventured beneath its sagging frame. That is precisely the reason why I stepped through its door.
Inside, the house was totally barren. Except for the dust of many ages that had settled on its surface. Nothing remained on the rough wooden floor, except . . . My eye caught something white stuck in a crack in the floor. It was paper! Paper had been outlawed many years before by the International Council of Censors! I eagerly picked up the scrap and noticed that it had writing on it. The writing was of a strange, ancient text, but I could still read it:
Earth was beautiful once upon a time, but now it is barren and the sun frowns upon it, for it is no longer its child. Long ago Man destroyed Earth and now is getting rid of all the history concerning it so no one will know of the great destruction that was wreaked upon it. Earth, I weep for thee . . .
Here the writing ended because the rest of the paper had been torn off. I suspected that after the Federation Police raided this joint, its owner had received a sentence similar to the one tacked outside the door behind me. His carcass was probably rotting in one of Terra’s musty prisons. I, suspecting which planet was this mysterious Earth, made provisions to . . .
The XZ-900 Space Cruiser slowly came to a rest on the old unused docking port, using its lower thrust engines to maneuver onto the platform.
I picked up my flight bag and made my way to the front of the passenger cabin. There I was assured by an almost-too-polite stewardess that my “important equipment” was being unloaded outside. I thanked her for making mine such a marvelous trip and made my way off the ship.
Outside, the crewmen had finished unloading the laser rifles, rations, and over-terrain vehicle I would need for my exploration of this barren planet. I thanked them for their help and then they boarded their ship.
As I watched the powerful liner disappear into the already darkening sky, my mind flipped back over the events that had brought me to this so-called “uninteresting” planet.
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Twas after midnight before I stirred,
But in my mind a question whirred,
Would I taste of quiet streams,
Moonlight dreams,
Hidden things?
For in this land of coziness
Where all is calm and quiet rest
Is a thought of peaceful sighs,
Whispered cries,
Answered “whys?”
Tis where death and sorrow lay
To disappear with the coming day
When a burdened heart is freed,
Wounds bleed,
Planted seed.
November 8, 1986
Until each of us personally rejects the notion
that some deserve exactly what they get,
we will continue to live in a
broken and diseased society.
Our very unwillingness to leave the judgment up to God
is the source of the pestilence among us
and masks our reluctance to commit ourselves
to true healing action.
For God has said, “I will have mercy on whom I will have mercy.”
October 12, 1997
I reach down with my mind and find him, lying there in the weeds. Thick mud settling, closing over his head. I wrench him free. Caress his tiny blue face and the life-beat throbs again. Rise to the surface with the child and set him free.
The child breaks through the surface of the lake with a rush of water and the father stares in disbelief as his son floats to him and falls into his arms.
Alive.
A life.
Trembling.
Puzzled.
Joy.
Father carries his child up from the lake to the house.
Wonder. And I?
I watch them go and slip back down into the depths.
To sleep.
My birth premature.
Sleep.
I am broken.
Sleep.
I will not awake.
Death.
Sleep.
Joy.
Closer.
I am waiting for my revenge.
Face turning blue and eyes wide closing.
I am waiting for my revenge.
Struggle, thrashing in the water about me, then stillness. A twitch.
I am waiting for my revenge.
Heartbeat throbbing and slowing. One beat. Two. Three ragged chords of life. Silence.
I am waiting for my revenge.
And then, a scream, not unlike one I have heard before. Of such pain and agony. Loss of one’s own. Pain. Helpless, hopeless loss and pain.
Scream of a man for his child.
She had cried thus. Scream. Piercing my soul like a thousand needles and ripping from me that unknown emotion. Scream.
And I know.
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