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.

My mind has a body of its own

Spooky times.

As if frozen in a spiraling dimension heading toward inconsequential abyss

I see a world matted with grey finish.

Its an incredible feeling watching out of a window and seeing a world spinning carelessly at a pace that makes the ground we walk upon shaky and unstable

We live each day hoping our respective lives amount to something essential

For ourselves and our need for self-actualization. Maslow that smart bugger.

Im a looney in that order. My mind is a constant chaotic realm in which a crazy person or warped entity seeks solace in a cocoon fancied by a dreamer.

I find it difficult to share the outside world, with everyone else.

One because people are annoying. I hate them.

Two because I am people. So I need other people to fulfill my social needs

Man is a social animal. Yuh, thats right.

Im pretty comfortable with myself. So I can spend enough time with myself and not miss the world.

For the world of course I have John*. For those of you who understood good. For those of you who haven't read my previous posts never mind. Think of it as a coping mechanism.

I feel relieved because I have this outlet at my disposal

It needs to come out somewhere I suppose.

Perhaps if I spoke to people about my ideas, they'd throw me in a straight jacket

I can only reveal so much

It wouldn't be healthy if I became a tad bit passionate in a conversation and let myself go.

I am not trying to create a mystery about myself. No I am not trying to intrigue you.

I have no such ambition. But I definitely am a street cat that sings on the fence.

And as I carefully avoid the pots and things that you throw at me to stop me from singing or meowing...

I find that I manage to evade with surprising ease.

Rise. Shine.

There are somedays when nothing significant happens

And yet you wake up the same way, and somehow something's different

I think to truly appreciate your self you have to first loose or be ready to loose everything

And this is the important thing- Be ok with it.

There are days that feel like eras and moments that feel like lifetimes

When you are truly looking for yourself, you will not quit until you find yourself or at least a certain version of yourself.

Everyone I believe is a mystery . Especially to themselves.

We can end up being whatever and these are a result of our choices.

Our choices come from our own perception of reality, influencing factors and our own idea of our potential.

Do we truly know though? Do we truly know what we are capable off?

Why should we limit ourselves?

Why not keep looking?

Why be content or satisfied?

True the real world puts fences up for us. We are restricted in many ways.

We have time and resource constraints. But I still think we can do more.

Why not push ourselves to be what we are truly capable off ? Why not go the distance?

How badly do you want something? And how much passion are you going to go after it with?

These are important questions I have started asking myself

Its good to ask questions. Because without questions...no one really thinks of answers

I rejoice in the fact that I have realized that my potential is limitless

and more importantly undetermined. I have to prove only to myself. I want to be all I can be ....only for myself.

Call me selfish. Call me crazy.

Call me what you want.

This boy is waking up.

From the deepest slumber there is.

Fairy tales are over.

But the magic has only begun.

The Perfect Storm

We were caught and thrown

Twisted and blown

Hail and thunder striking in turns

Splat, bam, kaboom

A perfect storm its been

I remember it like yesterday

When I saw you walk toward me

That was the calm

Then as we spoke

The rumbling began

It began to rain

We ran for cover

Took shelter, but in vain

The wind blew with outstanding force

Just as our eyes met

The nearby window banged against the wall

And just as the shards hit the ground

We stood there facing one another in a trance

Tug and pull

Inside, out

Lightning soon

Then after a while I touched you too

Twisters formed and waltzed with the gale

The fury they brought

Dust in our eyes

Visibility gone

But hands together

I could feel your breath

Saw your eyes closed

I followed suit

The wind brought the rain...

It hit us hard

Our hands clasped tightly...

I pulled you toward me

You came and you stayed

But the hail bruised us silly

The twisters came too... spinning uncontrollably

I felt you leave my grip..

I held on with all my strength

Then we broke

Separated.... and you were gone

I smashed against a tree

And as I held onto the bark

I saw you spiraling away

We were close

We were together

And now were separated

And in that moment

That painful pause...The future seemed unreasonable

The night seemed starless

The ground marshy

And everything crumbled

What choice did we have,

We never recovered

It came for us then....

The Perfect Storm.

Lullaby for Batliboi

There's a girl i know

Cool as snow

She runs through the day

She's made of clay

Her form magnificent

Her laughter consistent

I write a lullaby for this child

Who's heart is wild

She's a thinker this one

Oodles of fun

Big girl pants

She lives in the city

Has big plans

All bundled up in her kitty

Creative perhaps

But in between naps

I wonder when she dreams

Is the world more magical

When she wakes up...is it an escape..a sabbatical ?

Perhaps she's free at mind

But what of heart?

There's been more to the girl right from the start

She moves on a different plane

Her rhythm is new

Not many can keep up, only a few.

She looks great in shades

She calls a spade a spade

She's funny to the bone

Humor in the zone

I could tell she's a spitfire

A free spirit or longing to be

But perhaps thats not for us to know...not for us to see

So i close the door behind me

As she shuts her eyes gently

A whole day ahead of her

A world of possibility

But tonight she rests

And dreams of the best

And as a smile spreads across her face

The curtains flutter..to keep pace.

And in the silence of the night

She becomes one , at peace .

What a sight :)

Because I promised I would :)