Post by tibbs on Dec 7, 2005 23:10:42 GMT -5
It is a cold and dark night. Deep within the city, tucked away in an alley sleeps several homeless fellows and a pack of city rats. There is nothing special about this alley. It is much like any alley in any city. But for this night, something special is upon us. Standing at the end of the alley is The Man. We see him from behin, dhis head is tilted down towards his feet and his fists clinched tightly. His eyes are focused on the brick wall that stands before him. A sign hangs over his head, indicating a Dead End.
"A sign. A sign above. Signs are everywhere. Truly, they are. For the sign above me indicates a dead end. For the brick wall in front of me supports it. After Thursday Night Thunder this week, you might be thinking the same thing."
Tibbs clinches his fist even tighter. His entire body begins to shake. He begins to run his finger along the bricks of the wall. He rubs the mortar and brushes the brick.
"This wall is much like yourself Pryme. It is strong. strong like a brick. It has been on this block for quite a long time. It was built so high and so towering. Its mortar has held it together for a number of years. And it continues to stand tall to this day. Even the sign references you Pryme. Dead end. For many have come to this wall, this brick wall and met this very sign. Within reading the sign, people have met resistance. They can not go where they wanted to because of the sign and the wall. But maybe signs are just a guidance. Just a sign. Maybe its the perception of the meaning. Dead end? But for whom?"
Tibbs reaches up and pulls the sign off the wall. He glances over it, his tilts from side to side. He drops the sign to his feet and clatter is heard echoing through the alley.
"Funny thing perception. Its all about how you view it. I don't see this as a Dead end. I don't see you, Pryme, as a Dead end. In fact, its my perception. I see past this sign. I see past you. You're the wall Pryme. You are solid and strong. You have stood tall throughout the years and now, my perception sees you are in my way."
Tibbs begins to clinch his fists tighter and tighter. He raises his arms.
"You, Pryme, stand in my way. Standing in the way of the righteous. Standing in the way of so many others before me. For Sunday marks a monumental day. Not just for me. For Sunday marks the day that the wall.....that Pryme......comes crashing down. Like I've done to so many other walls before him."
Tibbs, with full force and power, throws an exploding punch through the brick and mortar. A huge hold now appears, where the brick once stood strong. The Man steps through the whole and on to the other side. A cloud of dust and mortar begins to surround him.
"It comes down Thursday, Pryme. My redemption becomes a reality. Your nightmare begins. So it is written. For those who seek redemption, seek no longer. For the chosen are the few. And I am The Man. "
The clouds of dust and mortar continue to build, as the click and clat of Tibbs' boots begin to fade into the midnight air. Never turning towards, into view. He walks into the night air. He walks towards his goal. He walks towards his victory.
"A sign. A sign above. Signs are everywhere. Truly, they are. For the sign above me indicates a dead end. For the brick wall in front of me supports it. After Thursday Night Thunder this week, you might be thinking the same thing."
Tibbs clinches his fist even tighter. His entire body begins to shake. He begins to run his finger along the bricks of the wall. He rubs the mortar and brushes the brick.
"This wall is much like yourself Pryme. It is strong. strong like a brick. It has been on this block for quite a long time. It was built so high and so towering. Its mortar has held it together for a number of years. And it continues to stand tall to this day. Even the sign references you Pryme. Dead end. For many have come to this wall, this brick wall and met this very sign. Within reading the sign, people have met resistance. They can not go where they wanted to because of the sign and the wall. But maybe signs are just a guidance. Just a sign. Maybe its the perception of the meaning. Dead end? But for whom?"
Tibbs reaches up and pulls the sign off the wall. He glances over it, his tilts from side to side. He drops the sign to his feet and clatter is heard echoing through the alley.
"Funny thing perception. Its all about how you view it. I don't see this as a Dead end. I don't see you, Pryme, as a Dead end. In fact, its my perception. I see past this sign. I see past you. You're the wall Pryme. You are solid and strong. You have stood tall throughout the years and now, my perception sees you are in my way."
Tibbs begins to clinch his fists tighter and tighter. He raises his arms.
"You, Pryme, stand in my way. Standing in the way of the righteous. Standing in the way of so many others before me. For Sunday marks a monumental day. Not just for me. For Sunday marks the day that the wall.....that Pryme......comes crashing down. Like I've done to so many other walls before him."
Tibbs, with full force and power, throws an exploding punch through the brick and mortar. A huge hold now appears, where the brick once stood strong. The Man steps through the whole and on to the other side. A cloud of dust and mortar begins to surround him.
"It comes down Thursday, Pryme. My redemption becomes a reality. Your nightmare begins. So it is written. For those who seek redemption, seek no longer. For the chosen are the few. And I am The Man. "
The clouds of dust and mortar continue to build, as the click and clat of Tibbs' boots begin to fade into the midnight air. Never turning towards, into view. He walks into the night air. He walks towards his goal. He walks towards his victory.
