The Ironic lives of dreamers. Stage 1. Second Act- 'This World'

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(The rumbling was my scream*)

The Ironic lives of dreamers. Stage 1. First Act- 'Alternate'

We sat beside a pond together

Holding hands as the sunlight gently grazed us and we dipped our feet wet

I looked at her mesmerized and I think she saw in my eyes as she looked into them

My version of her.

She seemed beautiful, I think even to her

We heard a noise and turned around.

And he was there my loyal old friend.

He waved hello and the others followed

They all had good things to say

The mood seemed perfect as the music filled the air

Someone had got stereo

We sat together like flowers in a garden

Traded stories back and forth

One spoke of love and the other of gain

And together happiness plagued the air

Then suddenly a rumbling we heard

Funny we'd never heard anything quite like it

We even craned our necks to see

But all we saw was a peaceful road..

One that looked promising and treaded with dreams

We ignored the rumbling and together we sat for the longest time

And we drank together and cherished every sip of our wine

The area seemed perfect. As always.Like always

And then again came the rumbling....'

But we were to happy and in a trance

as we all stood up to dance

I had her. She had me. I pulled her close

We had each other. We realized together,

It never took us time you see.

We had them too....our closest friends

Like a family we loved and together were free.

My life the peaceful dream.

The House of Mirrors

I could tell you how this parody works

Joke about it, until you choke

Pale face you appear, like you've seen a ghost in the mirror

See what I did there? You can take it anyway you want

Make it stop now

Ooh what a rush

Make it work now, this shits got flush

Damn didn't know it works out like this

Once upon a time there was supposed to be a happily ever after

Then they came and ruined it, the trash talkin martyrs

So when I stare into your eyes you seem confused

Like the bright lights of Vegas in your blood infused

Miserable teachers , teach misery

Mel Gibson's a jackass , who knew?

Bravehearts can be portrayed and enacted to fool you

So I call upon you to a house of mirrors

Can you bear yourself staring back at you?

Will you open your eyes and look around

Or will you like me try and break them all?.. smash them silly?

Would you curse at yourself until you whimper

Or would you be a coward and go easy on yourself?

To move along you gotta answer to yourself

The others are there, just for the show

You have yourself to face. You. Your judge , jury and execution

This carnival and its ruckus

Everyone roams in the circus bus...

But I call upon you to the house of mirrors,

Where you and I and me and us and those different versions of us....

We'll all have a chat.....

But don't worry......

We'll carry bricks just in case

Valentine's Day

Somethings you can only paint

Somethings you can only imagine

Somethings fit

Somethings enter into a deal to create perfection

Somethings bring music to silence

Somethings bring silence to chaos

And somethings however old the story, have always been worth writing about.

For years I've sat like an eager child at the edge of the chair

Waiting to jump up in hurrah!!

These fleeting moments with images of perfection my eyes have been forced to see

Seem at times fading and sometimes glowing

Either way it has my attention

Follow your heart is promising advice

And alas also so tempting

Ive always done that mind you

My heart and I with hope for company

There have been several fleeting moments that I have experienced

That perhaps make it all worthwhile

There are tiny events that everyone could miss...But I will notice

Because its relevant to my heart

In the matters of the heart, nothing is to be taken lightly

We are here for a short while ...and even if we don't find a happy ending

If you have the capacity to love....then love.

Love with everything you are and love completely, without regret

Love like you want to.

Love like you choose to.

Its been long. Its been true. It must all be real. This world I've created.

It's been a while, My reason to smile

You must be real.

You must be true...

How else could I explain it.

Too good to be true

It's been long. Its been true. There's no justifying.

You must be real.

Unreal you.