Note: This is something entirely new and it is different from what I usually write...yet it is weird. If anyone sees a problem, please please please tell me because I don't want to write anything that is wrong in anyway. I did some research and I only took what I found on Google. If Google should be wrong, then the world as we know it is over.
Also, I didn't know what else to call this but its sort of based off the poem I wrote. This poem was not meant to be funny and when you get to the bottom you'll see why. Oh and before I forget, here's some of the information I used to write this piece for Cal's Character Contest.
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Essene - An ancient term of the sect of Judaism which birthed, raised and then followed the Master - Yeshua (Essene Jesus). Noted for their vegetarianism, communal living and healing art practices.
The Nazarean - they were Jews by nationality - originally from Gileaditis, Bashanitis and the Transjordon... They acknowledged Moses and believed that he had received laws - not this law, however, but some other. And so, they were Jews who kept all the Jewish observances, but they would not offer sacrifice or eat meat.
The Essenes were, strictly speaking, an ascetic Jewish religious group that flourished from the 2nd century BC to the 1st century AD. Many separate, but related religious groups of that era shared similar mystic, eschatological, messianic, and ascetic beliefs. These groups are collectively referred to by various scholars as the "Essenes".[/spoiler]
Cauliflower and Hand Grenades
By Angel of Death
They say we are freaks
And label us like we're groceries
When they throw hand grenades at us
We ignore them
But when they throw cauliflower and hand grenades
We eat them
Then die*
037 Remove: Picture 16
Ayal flipped endlessly through the channels, looking for something that didn't remind him of what he did that day. The taste of dry blood stained his tongue and his mouth, making his stomach growl and rumble. To make things even worse, it was hot outside. And usually, when the heat became too unbearable, Ayal would lye down on the couch and go to sleep. Thinking of all the stupid things he did that day.There was no escape for him. He was living proof to the saying "Everyone has a guilty conscience."
It was the equivalent of hell outside. Buildings were catching on fire every time the sun shed her light on them. Fans lined each window that you saw when you walked down Beachwood Avenue. This is the usual picture that everyone takes, when driving through Florida. A yawn broke free from Ayal's mouth, making him shudder. He could already feel his eyes slowly giving into guilt's ideas.
Fall asleep Ayal, for you belong in the pastures of sin.
Fall asleep Ayal, so that you can eat all the...
"Ayal?" Amber whispered, touching his hand.
Breaking from his thoughts, Ayal looked down at the hand that Amber, his girlfriend, was touching. His thumb was one with the channel button, and the TV was still changing its mind about what it wanted them to watch. Seeing the concern in Amber's eyes, Ayal put the remote on the coffee table and closed his eyes.
"Is there anything wrong, babe?" Amber asked, her head resting on his shoulder.
Today was their two year anniversary and if it weren't for the sins swimming in his stomach acids, he'd be happy. He loved this girl with all his heart, but she could never understand what he was going through. Her parents didn't force religion on her, like his did. And even though he broke the rules every once and a while, he still regretted it, most of the time. Did he regret her? Ayal smiled softly at Amber, and shook his head. No, he could never regret falling in love with her.
With her toes making indentations into his right ankle, Amber threw her arms around Ayal's neck and kissed him on the cheek. With passion burning in his throat, Ayal took Amber's head and brought it to his lips. Heat surged through his body, as she scooted onto his lap. Her legs were making human shackles around his waist, and her hands pulled at his clothing. The shirt landed in the corner of his bedroom. Lips still locked, they began sinking to the floor.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you, too." he replied. It seemed like this was the first time that Ayal actually voiced his feelings. Each day he held Amber in his arms, he just expected that she knew he loved her. A smile rose on her cherry lips, illuminating those ocean blue eyes that Ayal fell for so long ago. Their hearts beat as one as they just lay there, listening to the cars zooming down the street. The loud voices of the people lurking just outside his window. This moment should have been heaven for Ayal, but then what was heaven? Was it defying your parents, eating meat, or being with the one person who understood you? If there was one thing that Ayal took from his religion, it would be the meaning of Asiyah.
ASIYAH- The fourth realm, Asiyah, is the physical universe that we currently live in. Within Asiyah are countless sub-realms, some extremely dark and dense, some relatively light and subtle. Through our thoughts, words and deeds, we rise to the higher regions of Asiyah, or fall to the hell-pits of Asiyah.
Heaven was Hell, no matter how you looked at it. One mistake could send you in the opposite direction. His sin did exactly that. Amber rested her head on Ayal's shoulder, her breath creating goosebumps up and down his arm. They were two different shades. While his skin tone was a more tan shade, Amber was a chalky white. The sun never had an effect on her. It was as if she was protected from the one thing that this world depended on. Her eyes acting like mirrors, Ayal could see his reflection. Behind his skull lied a mind that held so much pain and guilt. He couldn't even begin to explain to Amber what it was like to be hated because of the religion he practiced. What it was like to be forced to believe in something that would have him labeled for life.
They say we are freaks
And label us like we're groceries
Though she was the one person he needed, Ayal had to be protected from Amber. If she knew everything, how would she take it? Her thoughts and opinions were the ones that really mattered. If she were to judge him, her words would burn the most. Feeling like your skin after a long day at the beach.
"What do you want to do today?" she asked, propping herself up on her right arm.
Amber's read curls fell over her shoulder, slightly brushing Ayal's neck. The touch sent shivers down his spine. And as he breathed in the sweet scent of her, he kissed her. His hands were on either side of her face and each time she responded, Ayal could feel himself slipping deeper and deeper into the dark and dense part of Asiyah. Soon his was struggling for a streak of light in the cave darkness of his soul. But there was nothing.
Fall asleep Ayal, for you belong in the pastures of sin.
Fall asleep Ayal, so that you can eat all the...
Amber's racy sighs filled Ayal's mind, acting as shields against the watermelon smiles on everyone's faces. No matter what he did, he could not escape what he was. Heart racing at the speed of light, Ayal broke the kiss. Sweat matted his forehead, making him feel cold and clammy. As he turned to look Amber in the eyes, fear washed over her face. She placed her right hand on his forehead and wiped away the sweat forming on Ayal's cheeks.
"What's wrong?" he managed.
"You look so..." Amber didn't even have to finish his sentence when the bile started rising in his throat. His stomach did jumping jacks in his throat, like a man on a jackhammer. He could feel it. The vomit was trying to reach his mouth. Her arms locked around his waist, Amber helped Ayal to the bathroom just across the hall. Pushing open his door, they scurried across the carpet, into the empty bathroom. As he fell to his knees, images probed at his brain. Ayal could vividly remember the words that people spat at him as he walked into the school cafeteria.
"Come on carrot head, eat a piece of meat."
"Hmm you're an environmentalist. That's why y'all make so much money!!"
"What's one bite of a hamburger gonna do?"
"Are you scared veggie-boy?"
Sometimes, it was hard being the only Essene in this part of Florida. People said offensive things and judged you before they even got to know you. Then, like hand grenades, they throw temptation at you, hoping you'd surrender. Cheers leak from their lips as you hold the dead animal in your hands. To make it seem less immoral they slather the meat with ketchup, lettuce, cheese and tomatoes. Then slap it in between slices of bread. Knowing that its wrong, you start to place it back on the tray. Stomach begging for something to feed its appetite, you bring the forbidden food to your lips and take a bite.
You belong in the pastures of sin.
Lifting up the toilet bowl, Ayal fell to his knees. A hand rested on his bare back, soothing him, as the yellow and brown chunks poured out of his mouth. When he was done, Ayal wished that there was one rule his religion would remove.
"Baby, are you okay?" Amber asked, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It was just that meat I ate," Ayal replied.
She looked at him her expression going from worried to shocked. Amber knew only the basics to the Essene religion.
"God giveth the grains and the fruits of the earth for food; and for righteous man truly there is no other lawful sustenance for the body."
"Ayal..what did you..." she stuttered, taking a towel and wiping his mouth. Before he could answer, the door downstairs swung open and slammed shut. It was Ayal's father. Only he came home like that each day, frustrated about something that happened at work. Fear flit across Amber's face as Mr. Grätz walked into the kitchen. Each footfall was like a heartbeat. As soon as he stopped at the top of the stairs, they'd both be dead. The refrigerator opened and closed.
"Shit," Ayal muttered, standing up.
"Ayal?" Mr. Grätz called. He was now at the foot of the steps and his voice was tired and full of anger.
"Yeah, dad?" he replied, firmly.
"Why is this piece of crap in the fridge?"
Ayal forgot that he still had the burger in his book bag. After taking two bites, he realized that he loved the warm taste of beef. The way it slid down his throat along with the decadent toppings that decorated it. He was in a state of bliss, until he gave in to his conscious.
"Verily I say unto you, they who partake of benefits which are gotten by wronging one of God's creatures, cannot be righteous; nor can they understand holy things, or teach the mysteries of the kingdom, whose hands are stained with blood, or whose mouths are defiled with flesh."
As he looked from Amber to the open door, he sighed, knowing that it was time to pay. Own up to what he had done. Everything.
The End
*then die is referring to the fact that if you broke a rule in the Essene religion your soul dies and it is believed that you don't get it back until after death.
it shows you really care about your writing.
And vivid…). I can’t think of any advise I can give you to change it, though I would have liked to hear more about these ‘sins’ he committed and if his soul supposedly would die if he committed them. You kind of only touched the basics with that thought. And his girlfriend…is she Essene too? Or not? I was sort of confused on that part as well.
