Take me, that place
Away, without trace
Visions, your face
Of you, an embrace
World. Further.
Come with me, without me
In my willow
Almost made you cry
Deep. Slow. Sway. Envision. Dance.
Lose this illusion, jump into another. It's always been about this, this lost of eternity, and just the grip of the fleeting seconds that evade us. It's not about the things we can hold, see, realize.
It's all about this............
Being lost in that void, this, this void we create, this void we fill up to dig deeper.
Brim to brim with sound and feel.
Fucking lose yourself in it.
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Monday, September 23, 2013
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Put It Away, Falling Away
My father was a great man.
A simple man who taught me the quiet voice, to have a smile ready for every situation, that while everything around you may seem so weary and hopeless, you could still stand up and take it in your own stride. Change the world by letting the world see its change in you. Simple, as always.
I sat waiting for her to come round the corner, just another day it would seem, but that's something everyone says to make themselves feel better. I didn't know much bout her, just her name, what she looked like, roughly, whether she'd be a burden or not. Before I could think of anything else, she appeared, her eyes darting round the lot looking. I raised my arm, waved, she saw it, and a ray of sunshine met my gaze. She smiled with all her youth and beauty, all that eagerness and pleasure. She ran over to formally introduce herself, shaking my hand firmly, still smiling. Asking what she would be doing today, I asked her to get in and we would see what the day had in store for us.
Driving round and round, answering various calls, she talked and talked. I would've said something to get her to stop, but abnormally, with her, I wanted to go on. What was a ray of sunshine doing in the car, with all that equipment weighing her down? What happened?
And I asked her. Asked in a way that she would have to blurt the truth out.
She did.
There are many of us around, some lie ignorant, blatantly setting aside so many individuals just because they don't understand what they do. They put you down, tell you you're worthless and that whatever you do, it never makes a difference. But to us, if we saved one today, tomorrow, and only just one, we would've said that our job was done and we'd be proud of it, deep down somewhere. Some were made for this, most are not.
Because there's some good in this world, and it's worth fighting for.
A simple man who taught me the quiet voice, to have a smile ready for every situation, that while everything around you may seem so weary and hopeless, you could still stand up and take it in your own stride. Change the world by letting the world see its change in you. Simple, as always.
I sat waiting for her to come round the corner, just another day it would seem, but that's something everyone says to make themselves feel better. I didn't know much bout her, just her name, what she looked like, roughly, whether she'd be a burden or not. Before I could think of anything else, she appeared, her eyes darting round the lot looking. I raised my arm, waved, she saw it, and a ray of sunshine met my gaze. She smiled with all her youth and beauty, all that eagerness and pleasure. She ran over to formally introduce herself, shaking my hand firmly, still smiling. Asking what she would be doing today, I asked her to get in and we would see what the day had in store for us.
Driving round and round, answering various calls, she talked and talked. I would've said something to get her to stop, but abnormally, with her, I wanted to go on. What was a ray of sunshine doing in the car, with all that equipment weighing her down? What happened?
And I asked her. Asked in a way that she would have to blurt the truth out.
She did.
There are many of us around, some lie ignorant, blatantly setting aside so many individuals just because they don't understand what they do. They put you down, tell you you're worthless and that whatever you do, it never makes a difference. But to us, if we saved one today, tomorrow, and only just one, we would've said that our job was done and we'd be proud of it, deep down somewhere. Some were made for this, most are not.
Because there's some good in this world, and it's worth fighting for.
Saturday, September 14, 2013
This Terrible Awakening
Past the hour it was, the very fragments of the world fell apart as I entered what seemed to be a dream.
Seemed...
Mine eye unseen t'was led
To a maiden clad in red
"What name wouldst thou have me call thee", I dared
"Luck", with a grin she said
"With all that thou wouldst do, weary be thine path thou wouldst tread."
Turning away, a man before me I find
With faces of seven all but kind
"Pray, what wouldst thy name be", I asked fear in my mind
"Chances, memories and regrets for they are blind."
"Forgotten canst they be, till left behind."
Then wake I did, cold, as the wind blew through the thick air...
...to see the shadow, oh so slowly, stumble closer without step or sound...
Friday, September 13, 2013
Steel Spoon September
How sad it must be to be quiet.
To be so lonesome with a such thoughts, voices that speak to you with every step you take and every decision you are forced to make. This swirl of visions and images, the whispers that they all could be real.
What is real? Reality is what we see, but how far can our sight take us? Beyond it, it's sound and beyond that, simply faith of what we've heard and seen in diagrams or pictures. Reality is never real till it becomes real. And by then, we would never know it, because ignorance leads the blind, and that's everyone.
Who really pauses to think, to really see and soak in everything that moves and functions. To know and feel this, this life.
World was on fire no one could save me but you
Strange what desire make foolish people do.
Yet we bring light to the people around us when it is needed. A smile, an encouraging word, the presence felt by them knowing you are there when they fall.
Who holds you then?
No one. Just me and the lonely lullabies in dark shadows.
To be so lonesome with a such thoughts, voices that speak to you with every step you take and every decision you are forced to make. This swirl of visions and images, the whispers that they all could be real.
What is real? Reality is what we see, but how far can our sight take us? Beyond it, it's sound and beyond that, simply faith of what we've heard and seen in diagrams or pictures. Reality is never real till it becomes real. And by then, we would never know it, because ignorance leads the blind, and that's everyone.
Who really pauses to think, to really see and soak in everything that moves and functions. To know and feel this, this life.
World was on fire no one could save me but you
Strange what desire make foolish people do.
Yet we bring light to the people around us when it is needed. A smile, an encouraging word, the presence felt by them knowing you are there when they fall.
Who holds you then?
No one. Just me and the lonely lullabies in dark shadows.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)