The Girl
I’d like to share something that i wrote over the last few days. i wrote a couple of things. reflecting some upon my feelings, my heart, upon what i felt calmed me the most.this,however is not one of them, rather, its something that i feel very strongly towards. i hope you enjoy it. if you would like to use this extract, please have the courtesy to seek permission from me. thank you. lastly, comment on whether you liked it, your opinions. thanks!
The Girl:
She was so young
The age of 5
Her life, lost
Lifelessly
Her parents, gone, leaving her alone
To die, by the streets.
A blessing they did consider.
A chilling wind caressed her face,
Her long hair, so frayed, played and joined the wind’s game.
While tears flowed down her face, collecting debris and dirt
As it fell by the gravitational pull.
Her shabby look, caused onlooker’s their imaginations.
Some offered her a dime.
Spontaneous reaction,
Of rejection by the throw of the copper coin into the distance,
Impressed upon the civilians; a wrong image, she was wronged – yet again.
Her heart, no one knew, ached in anguish.
She was dying – mentally, emotionally, physically.
Her home, gone. Her family, faded.
She wandered the empty streets,
Scavenging for food, picking on filthy morsels.
A desperate person isn’t fussy.
She grabbed the first scrumptious article she caught sight of.
Comprising a mouldy piece of bread with rotten cheese,
She gobbled it desirably.
All this happened, while similarly,
An occasional passer-by detested and remarked under his breath,
In disgust.
Thank You for commenting! look forward to reading your comments!Love,Marcus
Tragedy
Sailing in a storm
Wishing you hadn’t gone
The sea was choppy
White water so frothy
Rain plundered down
A splatter of all sounds
A scared tone in the shouts
They were dull like the clouds
It rained for hours and a day
So long, you could grow and get hay
Even though the sea was still choppy
The pilot was sleeping or drinking coffee!
Unexpectedly, one day it came
As huge and high as a flame
It grew ten times into the sky
Yes the wave was that high
The rest,
I guess,
Is all history
And this is indeed literary.
hey people..
hahas..just wanted to share something with all of you..when i was travelling sometime ago,i saw this sign in the taxi. i trust you will get the meaning.
"DO NOT LITTER OUTSIDE THE TAXI"
Something Interesting
"The Real Hero Is Not The Person Who Does What He Wants To Do,But The Person Who Does What He Ought To Do."
taken from: http://marcusklz.blogspot.com
Waiting Upon Death
my eyes detested the image of the scene
hurt by the gore
hurt by the gashing flow of liquid
how gory
how morbid it was
how mortified i was
the scheme didn't work
it just didn't happen
my eys turned towards the opening crack,which revealved a seep of light
that entered and shone onto the floor in front of me
bright as it was
yet darkness was filled with its presence
making it dark for light
i concentrated and focused my thoughts
thinking about what my life was filled with
all those loopholes
all those golgotha renacments
all those horrifying playbacks of my life
and of all of theirs
my life was coming to an end
my ideas were running out
there were only a few of use to do the experimental parts
and finally it would be the death of me
i cried
no
sobbed
at a corner
eyes,all bloodshot red from the immense weeping shot at me
feeling suddenly self conscious,i softened and turned away
a unforgivingness overcame me
it took my last breath away
seeping my life slowly
i felt faint
my head started spinning in circles
i knew what was happening
it was that
that…..thing they were using
the lethal,deadly,unequalled and modernized weapon of terror
at least for us
it killed us as awift as a sparrow and yet makes us rise from our permenant beds
i felt my arms lose its control
my feet were numb
i stomped my webbed feet trying to make the sensory in my legs come back
it was futile
i lost myself to the battle
i gave in
and fell backwards
lying on my back
faced the roof of the coop
i finally saw the farmer open the door with a mask around his mouth
a look of satisfaction crossed him
i was terrorised
but i couldn't do anything
nothing except
wait…..
wait upon death
taken from: http://marcusklz.blogspot.com
Some….thoughts………
i wondered in silence
started into the oval stone
the one that reflected all light except the one my eyes emmited
i saw an image
hallucination or not
it was blinding
too much for me
i closed my eyes
waited upon my hurting eyes to revert its original eye tension
i opened once again
feeling much better
i was
bored
i was
unsure
uncertain
nothing to do
i felt so useless
i felt so timid
that i couldn't get the stuff done
and get it done fast
that was the most important
but oh well
i guess that i was not right
not fitted
my mind jumped into conclusions
seemingly impossible
yet there was a chance
no
chances were not right
they were not mine to take
crapped
that was the only thing i felt
useless
done for
a tear seeped out of my slits of eyes
the corner so soft
i reached up and caught the tear with my fingers
i dabbed it dry
my eyes felt weak
a continuous flow of tears eluded the dam of my eyes
if flowed down majestically
but inside me
wasn't that so beautiful
i was awaiting death
or something so it seemed like
i had nothing to do
i was at the edge of my life
a step more meant off the cliff
the chateu was so high
but i had nothing left in me to do
i was the extra person
i considered,reconsidered
and rested on the fact that that should be the only one i should do
i closed my eyes
still filled with tears
electrical shots running through my head
it shot down my spine
signals made me unsure
i cared not
i stretched my hands before and above my head
and took a leap
into the air it felt good
the forces of the earth,the gravity
pulled me down slow
and yet it was fast
but it seemed so slow to me
the last breaths of me
i thought to myself about them
about..her
and about all the times i felt bad
and all the times we had together..
it was the end
had she knew about this
would've she cared?
no
i opened my eyes and found myself crashing down upon the waves of the pacific
i closed them
and made my last wish
and prayer
and it ended with a splash
my life had been miserable..
and i ended it..
slow
fast
whatever it would be
i felt it
and i'm sure you did
stop it
my heart yearns
hurts
and dies
it died
and now its alive again
it will die again as it did
and so will i
so
thats
how things work
and its my life
sad
don't make yours sad
it's horrific to be sad
and its bad
crazy me
never lives again
my old self died
and i'm new
i'm glad..everyone should be
so look for the new
and leave the old
the old dies with the new rising
above all
yes
thats all
the story of sadness
and the plot and plight of being controlled by a relationship
mind it yourselves
wishes
love
marc
(taken directly from: http://marcusklz.blogspot.com)
KNIFE
I see the knife
i smell the knife
i hear the knife
i touch the knife
I feel the knife
The soul of knife,its friend or foe
thirst for blood,aren’t you a knife
thought of blood,bring on a knife
possess me not you filthy knife
plunge this knife into the blues
dismiss this wrath within your heart
away from me you evil thoughts
away from me,your presense oh knife
and ever tame thy spirits from me
Some Background
Around 1950, scholars noticed and argued the obvious. Macbeth was written specifically to be performed for, and to please, King James I.
James Stuart was already King James VI of Scotland when Queen Elizabeth’s death made him James I of England as well. In the late 1500′s, Scotland had a witch craze, with many people convicted of wicked secret practices without physical evidence. James I, who believed the witch hysteria, wrote a book about the supposed hidden world of wicked witches, entitled Demonology.
Macbeth deals with the fictional ancestors of the Stuart line (Banquo, Fleance) and presents Banquo more favorably than did the play’s sources. (In Holinshed, Banquo is Macbeth’s active accomplice.) The procession of kings ends with a mirror (probably held by Banquo rather than another king, as in some notes.) James could see himself, thus becoming part of the action. Macbeth says he sees more kings afterwards. Shakespeare has turned the nature spirits of his sources into witches for the witch-hunting king’s enjoyment.
More on the Characters
Macbeth - Macbeth is a Scottish general and the thane of Glamis who is led to wicked thoughts by the prophecies of the three witches, especially after their prophecy that he will be made thane of Cawdor comes true. Macbeth is a brave soldier and a powerful man, but he is not a virtuous one. He is easily tempted into murder to fulfill his ambitions to the throne, and once he commits his first crime and is crowned king of Scotland, he embarks on further atrocities with increasing ease. Ultimately, Macbeth proves himself better suited to the battlefield than to political intrigue, because he lacks the skills necessary to rule without being a tyrant. His response to every problem is violence and murder. Unlike Shakespeare’s great villains, such as Iago in Othello and Richard III in Richard III, Macbeth is never comfortable in his role as a criminal. He is unable to bear the psychological consequences of his atrocities. Macbeth (In-Depth Analysis)
Lady Macbeth - Macbeth’s wife, a deeply ambitious woman who lusts for power and position. Early in the play she seems to be the stronger and more ruthless of the two, as she urges her husband to kill Duncan and seize the crown. After the bloodshed begins, however, Lady Macbeth falls victim to guilt and madness to an even greater degree than her husband. Her conscience affects her to such an extent that she eventually commits suicide. Interestingly, she and Macbeth are presented as being deeply in love, and many of Lady Macbeth’s speeches imply that her influence over her husband is primarily sexual. Their joint alienation from the world, occasioned by their partnership in crime, seems to strengthen the attachment that they feel to each another. Lady Macbeth (In-Depth Analysis)
The Three Witches - Three “black and midnight hags” who plot mischief against Macbeth using charms, spells, and prophecies. Their predictions prompt him to murder Duncan, to order the deaths of Banquo and his son, and to blindly believe in his own immortality. The play leaves the witches’ true identity unclear—aside from the fact that they are servants of Hecate, we know little about their place in the cosmos. In some ways they resemble the mythological Fates, who impersonally weave the threads of human destiny. They clearly take a perverse delight in using their knowledge of the future to toy with and destroy human beings. The Three Witches (In-Depth Analysis)
Banquo - The brave, noble general whose children, according to the witches’ prophecy, will inherit the Scottish throne. Like Macbeth, Banquo thinks ambitious thoughts, but he does not translate those thoughts into action. In a sense, Banquo’s character stands as a rebuke to Macbeth, since he represents the path Macbeth chose not to take: a path in which ambition need not lead to betrayal and murder. Appropriately, then, it is Banquo’s ghost—and not Duncan’s—that haunts Macbeth. In addition to embodying Macbeth’s guilt for killing Banquo, the ghost also reminds Macbeth that he did not emulate Banquo’s reaction to the witches’ prophecy.
Macduff - A Scottish nobleman hostile to Macbeth’s kingship from the start. He eventually becomes a leader of the crusade to unseat Macbeth. The crusade’s mission is to place the rightful king, Malcolm, on the throne, but Macduff also desires vengeance for Macbeth’s murder of Macduff’s wife and young son.
Malcolm - The son of Duncan, whose restoration to the throne signals Scotland’s return to order following Macbeth’s reign of terror. Malcolm becomes a serious challenge to Macbeth with Macduff’s aid (and the support of England). Prior to this, he appears weak and uncertain of his own power, as when he and Donalbain.
King Duncan - The good king of Scotland whom Macbeth, in his ambition for the crown, murders. Duncan is the model of a virtuous, benevolent, and farsighted ruler. His death symbolizes the destruction of an order in Scotland that can be restored only when Duncan’s line, in the person of Malcolm, once more occupies the throne. in flee Scotland after their father’s murder.
Hecate - The goddess of witchcraft, who helps the three witches work their mischief on Macbeth.
Fleance - Banquo’s son, who survives Macbeth’s attempt to murder him. At the end of the play, Fleance’s whereabouts are unknown. Presumably, he may come to rule Scotland, fulfilling the witches’ prophecy that Banquo’s sons will sit on the Scottish throne.
Lennox - A Scottish nobleman.
Ross - A Scottish nobleman.
The Murderers - A group of ruffians conscripted by Macbeth to murder Banquo, Fleance (whom they fail to kill), and Macduff’s wife and children.
Porter - The drunken doorman of Macbeth’s castle.
Lady Macduff - Macduff’s wife. The scene in her castle provides our only glimpse of a domestic realm other than that of Macbeth and Lady Macbeth. She and her home serve as contrasts to Lady Macbeth and the hellish world of Inverness.
Donalbain - Duncan’s son and Malcolm’s younger brother.
More on Shakespeare
William Shakespeare (1564-1616) was born to John Shakespeare and mother Mary Arden some time in late April 1564 in Stratford-upon-Avon. There is no record of his birth, but his baptism was recorded by the church, thus his birthday is assumed to be the 23 of April. His father was a prominent and prosperous alderman in the town of Stratford-upon-Avon, and was later granted a coat of arms by the College of Heralds. All that is known of Shakespeare’s youth is that he presumably attended the Stratford Grammar School, and did not proceed to Oxford or Cambridge. The next record we have of him is his marriage to Anne Hathaway in 1582. The next year she bore a daughter for him, Susanna, followed by the twins Judith and Hamnet two years later.
Seven years later Shakespeare was recognized as an actor, poet, and playwright, when a rival playwright, Robert Greene, referred to him as “an upstart crow” in “A Groatsworth of Wit.” A few years later he joined up with one of the most successful acting troupes in London: “The Lord Chamberlain’s Men.” When, in 1599, the troupe lost the lease of the theatre where they performed (appropriately called “The Theatre”), they were wealthy enough to build their own theatre across the Thames, south of London, which they called “The Globe.” The new theatre opened in July of 1599, built from the timbers of “The Theatre”, with the motto “Totus mundus agit histrionem” (A whole world of players). When James I came to the throne (1603) the troupe was designated by the new king as the “King’s Men” (or “King’s Company”). The Letters Patent of the company specifically charged Shakespeare and eight others “freely to use and exercise the art and faculty of playing Comedies, Tragedies, Histories, Interludes, Morals, Pastorals, stage plays … as well for recreation of our loving subjects as for our solace and pleasure.”
Shakespeare entertained the King and the people for another ten years until June 19, 1613, when a canon fired from the roof of the theatre for a gala performance of Henry VIII set fire to the thatch roof and burned the theatre to the ground. The audience ignored the smoke from the roof at first, being to absorbed in the play, until the flames caught the walls and the fabric of the curtains. Amazingly there were no casualties, and the next spring the company had the theatre “new builded in a far fairer manner than before.” Although Shakespeare invested in the rebuilding, he retired from the stage to the Great House of New Place in Statford that he had purchased in 1597, and some considerable land holdings ,where he continued to write until his death in 1616 on the day of his 52nd birthday.
