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For Japan

Japan. Our prayers and support are with you.

May you heal from this, recover and rise again.

The Mime speaks

Actions speak louder than words.

Everyone's heard that. But there are some people some annoying people...for whom the doers will do. But they are just deaf or blind or both. They see you jumping for them, they see you fighting for them, they see you protective of them. They see you crying for them. And they stare at you apathetic wondering why you are twisting your body into knots they thought did not exist. Because these knots even the scouts weren't taught. These knots are proof of a special and significant effort and contribution which has perhaps deserved applause or atleast a pat on the back or a nod. Who cares about people and their acknowledgment?... no one at least that is until they are deprived of it. We are all drama queens. And clowns. We spray water outta the flower on our colorful shirts and create a circus with our own personal chaos.

But nobody listens to a clown. The sounds of their own laughter drown out his words.

And nobody sticks around to talk to a mime because its useless.

But what when the mime speaks?

Is it then not worthy of attention?

Isn't it?

Is it?

................ It is, Isn't it?...........

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And then here's another interesting thought.....what would finally make a mime speak?

Then...........suddenly

Everything's changed. I know change is the only constant.

But I believe everything has changed. Completely now

No room for the past, except in memory.

Things that meant the world....seem like they are part of alien worlds, distant worlds.

There are times when I stop running in the day and in the silence I recall the memories of a past rich in history.

I feel like the slate has been wiped clean. Indeed this feels like the second part. A sequel.

Like bang! everything begins again. But different. With different people, and different music and different relationships. The past remains trapped in the old box*. Locked perhaps for reference

The new is out there.. dug its feet in the ground and ready to pounce on me like I'm an unsuspecting prey. But I'm better prepared. Ready to take the leap myself.... and that is the most important part. The fact that I'm ready to take the leap....

And when we collide...the new and I...my hope is that it makes for a great story.

My will is determined that it will be

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

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HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(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