THE STORY OF THE GOLDEN BOY
(A PUNK ROCKER)
by Ozgur Cokyuce

The laughing clock woke him at half past 6. He got up from his single bed in his messy room. He couldn’t remember where he was and what happened last night as all the days he had been living for the last couple of weeks were the same like twins.

“Oh god,my right leg..it hurts so bad” he said to himself….The ache of his heart was worse for sure. He put on his one and only black Germs T-shirt, baggy shorts, and black leather boots with a circled A. He looked at the broken mirror, it was ok.  Even if the mirror was not broken, it would show him the same as the broken mirror.

The sun was just coming up over the city. He left the house forgetting the key inside and went to her older sister’s flat 5 or 6 streets away .He saw her sleeping with one of her one night stands….borrowed some money and left her a note

He was 27….had a band called “Clowns of Dead Circus” where he gained his very few money from if they could manage to get a gig of course, but he was not in it for the money really, it was the only thing he enjoyed doing. He had not seen his dad for more then 15 years now. Sometimes he would send him a birthday card with a five dollar bill, he never understood him then and he guessed he never will.  From time to time he was wondering how his father slept with the children he abandoned and the wife he beat. His mother passed away 5 years ago. Now as a grown man but a child of his own he was never safe and was never sane

That's why he smoked………had tried to quit. But he didn't like himself when he stopped smoking. He got mean. And  didn't want to have any enemies. He wanted to get along with everybody.

Mostly it wasn't easy. Lately things were really on edge with his band. In the last three days there had been fights in the streets at night and the concert hall they were playing in. Someone had written, "Kill all the gays" on the wall of the bathroom by the track. His best friends were gays and nothing could be more offensive to him which mentions that gays must die.

His friends and he was the outsiders. In the early years, inside the school there were jocks, the preps, and the richies. Sometimes the jocks would shout at them as they drove by in the morning. "Losers!" …But what he wanted most of all right now was just to be himself and be with his friends. Sure his friends looked different with spiked and colored hair and jewelry in their pierced ears, noses and lips. People were scared of them at first, but they were nice after you got to know them.

Today he learned that one more of his friends has passed away from overdose. Another one had committed suicide a month ago. "That's enough," he said.

 "I dont know how we can keep on going like this. I hardly keep myself from crying…I cant believe that we had lost Eric, too,"

He wanted to get as far as he could, he wanted to escape or re-start a life with equal chances as everyone.

“What happened to the childhood dreams? Did they have to melt away so fastly? What made the world to be a place like this. The people who live their lives like money is their god?  Who knows. Nobody knows how lonely it is to be a 27 year old child with lots of lost hopes. Is this life??  Maybe I have to hang myself when I get enough rope or hanging myself with my guitar strings would be a good end. People value the present when its past and miss the ones when they are lost forever, right?

As he was thinking to himself and murmuring these, he felt the hand of a girl on his shoulder. He was thrilled……She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life.   Suddenly…the girl reminded him of the dream he had months ago. This was the same girl. How could he ever forget her? He remembered clearly now…her name was Pinkjelly.

"There is not a tree higher than the tree of patience." Pinkjelly said to him. They both were just searching for a place to hide away from the rest of the world. But he was a little unpatient.

Suddenly a flash of light made them close their eyes tightly.

Since the second he met Pinkjelly he had a golden smile on his face. Best of all he was feeling more complete now, like a lost child finding his mother in the crowd or a flower seeing the sun.

They found themselves walking down the magical and shiny purple path in the jungle holding hands.

On their way, in the distance they could see this tunnel coming up...And it seemed like the closer they got, the wonderful the smell became....

After a quick sprint they were there...As they took a step and entered in the tunnel they suddenly felt themselves drawn up into space."We can go back", he thought. They remained motionless and continued to float and observe.

He remained suspended hand in hand with Pinkjelly and began to notice a pull in another direction. They looked up and saw that where the ceiling of the tunnel ought to be, there was a beautiful blue sky with a circle of light at its center. They longed for the light and were drawn to the circle of light and discovered a long tunnel which promised them to lead home. They wanted to remain connected to those who loved them on earth but that time had run full circle. They knew instinctively that they needed to become connected to the ones who loved them eternally. They looked one last time down on those who had been part of their earthly family. They floated together through the tunnel towards the light.

When they reached the end of the tunnel they had become a dazzling shaft of light and was finally home……….,

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A girl woke up in a cold sweat with a soft smile on her face and remembering everything she saw in her dream last night. The things she saw and felt was so real that, she still was not sure if it was a dream,although everything happened there could only be in dreams.

She left her house in a hurry not to be late to the record.store she was working in and to tell what she saw to her closest friend.

 “I can remember a beautiful place with beautiful colors, beautiful music... It was the coolest feeling; words can't even come close to describing how nice it felt. I was relaxed and very happy.” she said.

“I was aware of being in the most beautiful garden I've ever seen. I felt whole and loved. My sense of well-being was complete. I heard magical music clearly and saw vivid colored flowers, like nothing seen on earth, gorgeous greenery and trees. It was timeless and spaceless,beyond imagination. I also had a friend with me there.”

In more excited voice she continued, “"In front of me I saw a small light in the vast distance. The light started to get larger. It became more brilliant and it stopped in front of me. I felt an intense love, which came from the Light. I saw nothing but absolute, total blackness. In this capacity, though, I was looking at absolute nothingness or darkness, but my eyes were not straining. I had the desire to look around inquisitively. What is this place? Where am I? Instantaneously, this darkness took the shape of a tunnel. It was perfectly level, however slightly ambiguous in that it was straight before me and it was cloud-like. It was very vast, as opposed to small and confining, and was anywhere from a thousand feet to a thousand miles wide. I was very comfortable and inquisitive. It was cylindrical. If you took a tornado and stretched it out straight, it would be similar to that.. I found myself waking up on my bed.”

“Wow, sounds wonderful” her friend said with her eyes wide open.

 “Are you feeling alright now?”.she asked.

 “Yeah, I’m ok, can’t feel better.” she replied.

 In the distance there was a young man coming up.

Somehow the man’s face seemed familiar to her. She remembered the face not knowing from where but she couldn’t recall the name…

Now, she could clearly see his face…

He came closer and asked, “ Do you have an album named Pink & Gold ? “ : )

 

Written & Dreamt by Brightbluespirit  (aka Ozgur)

 

(*** Note: Any of your comments on the story and For the dream the Golden boy saw months ago and when he first met Pinkjelly you can contact me through my adres brightbluespiritotmail.com or you can visit the writings part of Punk Globe!! )

 

 

 

 

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