I stand, watching the world, feeling cold, all the time,
Enjoying the feeling, I abhor excess heat,
I look down on much of your lives,
From the bottom of the social ladder, funny...
I feel powerful and destined for heroic purpose,
But I'm weak and don't seem to be going anywhere,
I feel good, though, happy, but out of service,
I'm a dreamer and a poet, not much else is there?
Friday 19 February 2010
Thursday 18 February 2010
Three Dreams, the minds true poetry.
Just had a dream about thermonuclear war, in a country I've never been in, in a place I've never seen, with people I've never met before. I had been flying a plane, piloting it myself, towards shore when the nukes started dropping, I had to fly towards a mountain and large hill and cling to the deck, I eventually bailed out in a town. In this town was unrest and rioting. I found a family holed up in their home, scared, and asked them what was going on. They told me (can't remember what country) was dropping bombs and that they we're too scared to try and make it to the lifeboats. They explained that the nukes didn't hit the coast line as much and that the government planned for survivors to reach lifeboats and be taken out to sea while the unknown country laid siege. The man had a shotgun and I had my service pistol, so we both walked his family out of hell. There was him, his wife, and three children. We went outside through the back into the alleyways. Dispatched a few sociopaths and then made it into the treeline. My mind flashforwarded to the beach where people were climbing onto these simple lifeboats, they covered the coast. Overhead missiles were flying. Eventually we moved out to sea as the sun was setting. The life boats came close together and dropped these basket flares which were just little fires in the water. Many complained, but the bombing had stopped, all we needed to know now was where it was safe to land. Then I woke up.
I had a dream about a flood before that, where I was in this skyscraper filled with random apartments and office rooms and most on the outside of the building, the outside walls were all glass. I woke up to water filling the bottom room, I didn't move until half the room was filled, I climbed to the top floor rather than wait about floor by floor. People were there, people I knew and worked with, but had never met or known before. Outside it was equally sunny and filled with dark clouds. There was water everywhere below and all you could really see were trees and buildings sticking out of the water.
Each of these dreams were not nightmares really, they were weird to say the least.
The night before I had a dream about Hanover, only not the Hanover anyone knows completely. My mind added large sections to it, and changed things around in some different ways. The Home Economics classroom became the music room, their was a weird but cool plant with glowing red flowerbuds growing in the old commons where the vending machines used to be, the ceiling their was tall. Lechien was standing outside of his room. Outside in the middle court area there was bright beaming sunshine, and down the hall the same sunshine was beaming through the front windows by the office. I remember there was a game, I think this part of the dream was really my mind playing an old memory. It was in the old gym, the one we all did P.E. in. I don't remember much of the game it went by fast, leaving though I remember talking to Vince, Matt, then Brenda and Bethany. After that I met Abby in the new large Library addition that was built on the front parking lot. My mind's eye looked at it from above at an angle of about 60 degrees, it was cloudy and dark outside when I did though. When it came to seeing Vince, Matt, Brenda and Bethany, my brain was just replaying old memories, but the library was new, I felt my old feelings for Abby, my brain it seems likes to play tricks on me. In the library we had a conversation, I can't remember what it was it about, it's been too long since I had the dream.
One day yes, but I usually don't remember anything from them at all.
I had a dream about a flood before that, where I was in this skyscraper filled with random apartments and office rooms and most on the outside of the building, the outside walls were all glass. I woke up to water filling the bottom room, I didn't move until half the room was filled, I climbed to the top floor rather than wait about floor by floor. People were there, people I knew and worked with, but had never met or known before. Outside it was equally sunny and filled with dark clouds. There was water everywhere below and all you could really see were trees and buildings sticking out of the water.
Each of these dreams were not nightmares really, they were weird to say the least.
The night before I had a dream about Hanover, only not the Hanover anyone knows completely. My mind added large sections to it, and changed things around in some different ways. The Home Economics classroom became the music room, their was a weird but cool plant with glowing red flowerbuds growing in the old commons where the vending machines used to be, the ceiling their was tall. Lechien was standing outside of his room. Outside in the middle court area there was bright beaming sunshine, and down the hall the same sunshine was beaming through the front windows by the office. I remember there was a game, I think this part of the dream was really my mind playing an old memory. It was in the old gym, the one we all did P.E. in. I don't remember much of the game it went by fast, leaving though I remember talking to Vince, Matt, then Brenda and Bethany. After that I met Abby in the new large Library addition that was built on the front parking lot. My mind's eye looked at it from above at an angle of about 60 degrees, it was cloudy and dark outside when I did though. When it came to seeing Vince, Matt, Brenda and Bethany, my brain was just replaying old memories, but the library was new, I felt my old feelings for Abby, my brain it seems likes to play tricks on me. In the library we had a conversation, I can't remember what it was it about, it's been too long since I had the dream.
One day yes, but I usually don't remember anything from them at all.
Sunday 14 February 2010
The Flag of White
Doth thou surrender to your fate?
Or must your will, I doth break?
Shall thy show thineself to the light?
Or under nightshade will thou hide?
Thou wrestles with thine mind I know,
For the die be cast, your heart shows.
Steel yourself dear old friend,
Enemies we're not, nor have ever been.
Must we, must we, then still fight?
Or will ye yield, the flag of white?
Or must your will, I doth break?
Shall thy show thineself to the light?
Or under nightshade will thou hide?
Thou wrestles with thine mind I know,
For the die be cast, your heart shows.
Steel yourself dear old friend,
Enemies we're not, nor have ever been.
Must we, must we, then still fight?
Or will ye yield, the flag of white?
Life, but differently.
Is it wrong to want the world to descend into chaos,
So that everyone would feel the same?
Everyone living on the same social level,
Only a select few rising on to fame.
Not necessarily feeling the same that I do,
It would probably be better than what I've felt.
Though it too would have it's moments of joy,
So what would world would you choose, I pray, tell?
Such moments of longing for the lost souls today,
What purpose would they now have if this came to pass.
Currently they do nothing, locked away in their homes,
Keeping alive on a bare glimmer of hope from the past.
Diagnosed with depression, a pill for the pain,
Little rays of sunshine, each for a price, a toll.
The toll, you ask, is taken from them by the Lotophagi,
Until, at long last, their is nothing left of their soul.
The puppetmasters rule the world now, with clever cunning,
Manipulating our heartstrings with adept skill.
They show us our minds desires to rope us in,
In truth we have only the illusion of free will.
I guess I don't want chaos, only the world to change,
So that we are not stuck feeling the pain of greed.
Where money is everything, no matter what they say,
And in order to continue living you must surely bleed.
I experienced true happiness as an ignorant child,
Should I not wish to live in the past, do you not agree?
That is what I want, though, because that's when I felt alive,
A time of blue skies and sunshine, where I lived life, but differently.
So that everyone would feel the same?
Everyone living on the same social level,
Only a select few rising on to fame.
Not necessarily feeling the same that I do,
It would probably be better than what I've felt.
Though it too would have it's moments of joy,
So what would world would you choose, I pray, tell?
Such moments of longing for the lost souls today,
What purpose would they now have if this came to pass.
Currently they do nothing, locked away in their homes,
Keeping alive on a bare glimmer of hope from the past.
Diagnosed with depression, a pill for the pain,
Little rays of sunshine, each for a price, a toll.
The toll, you ask, is taken from them by the Lotophagi,
Until, at long last, their is nothing left of their soul.
The puppetmasters rule the world now, with clever cunning,
Manipulating our heartstrings with adept skill.
They show us our minds desires to rope us in,
In truth we have only the illusion of free will.
I guess I don't want chaos, only the world to change,
So that we are not stuck feeling the pain of greed.
Where money is everything, no matter what they say,
And in order to continue living you must surely bleed.
I experienced true happiness as an ignorant child,
Should I not wish to live in the past, do you not agree?
That is what I want, though, because that's when I felt alive,
A time of blue skies and sunshine, where I lived life, but differently.
Thursday 11 February 2010
...But A Dream
What if you woke up tomorrow
And discovered life was but a dream?
That years of what we thought was living,
We were really just fast asleep.
Do you wonder what it would be like,
What a world would we wake up too?
Would we still have our friends and family,
And what would it mean if this were true.
Would it be what we call heaven,
Could there also be a hell?
After living our lives asleep for so long,
Would we know if it was real, could we tell?
Maybe, though, we would live our lives full,
And love one another, forgetting all our greed,
If we all woke up tomorrow,
And discovered life was but a dream.
And discovered life was but a dream?
That years of what we thought was living,
We were really just fast asleep.
Do you wonder what it would be like,
What a world would we wake up too?
Would we still have our friends and family,
And what would it mean if this were true.
Would it be what we call heaven,
Could there also be a hell?
After living our lives asleep for so long,
Would we know if it was real, could we tell?
Maybe, though, we would live our lives full,
And love one another, forgetting all our greed,
If we all woke up tomorrow,
And discovered life was but a dream.
Monday 8 February 2010
The Journey Chp. 1
If you wanted to read the story, I moved it to my short story blog. So far all of the work on there is unfinished and in rough draft form. I've posted a link to 'The Journey'
http://sgepplots.blogspot.com/2010/02/journey-chp-1.html
http://sgepplots.blogspot.com/2010/02/journey-chp-1.html
Saturday 6 February 2010
Your Friend the Wind
"You know me, you know. We were great friends. I caressed you when you were young, and messed up your hair as a child. We used to have fun messing up the piles of leaves that your sisters would rake up in the fall. In the winter I made beautiful displays with the snowflakes, and built hills of snow for you to jump in. In Summer you would climb the trees and I would rock them back and forth, and cool you down. But now you are older and have forgotten me and retreated inside. And I have been sad, howling at night. Come back to be me and we will enjoy ourselves again, Me and you, your friend... the wind..."
Friday 5 February 2010
Escape
Television shows, movies, for watching,
Daydreaming, and music for listening,
All are in common with something-Me,
A simple getaway from the day to day misery,
When you carry the world's heavy weight,
Even a short respite can be a great escape.
Daydreaming, and music for listening,
All are in common with something-Me,
A simple getaway from the day to day misery,
When you carry the world's heavy weight,
Even a short respite can be a great escape.
My feelings about my poetry.
My mind works in a mysterious manner, and my poetry
In a sense is the mystery escaping. I enjoy the clever
juxtapositions I can come up with. Freeverse and odd rhyming schemes
intrigue me, and my feelings watermark my poetry.
Rarely do I care what people think of me, but I enjoy hearing
a person's thoughts about what the poem invokes in them.
Some are weird, some are happy, others sad and dark, but all of them
come from a part of me. I do hope in the future more and more people will read them.
In a sense is the mystery escaping. I enjoy the clever
juxtapositions I can come up with. Freeverse and odd rhyming schemes
intrigue me, and my feelings watermark my poetry.
Rarely do I care what people think of me, but I enjoy hearing
a person's thoughts about what the poem invokes in them.
Some are weird, some are happy, others sad and dark, but all of them
come from a part of me. I do hope in the future more and more people will read them.
Perception
One man see's the world for what it was,
Another see's the world for what it is,
Another see's what it will become.
One is happy, one is sad, the other experiences both extremes.
As all will see a sunny day,
Past hides himself from it,
Present is ignorant and sees the day as a day,
And future is ecstatic.
Because perception rules the world.
And once you've seen it, all will change.
[Not sure which one I like better]
One man see's the world for what it is,
Another see's the world for what he wants it to be,
And neither see's what it will become,
A dystopian utopia.
Black and white to gray.
Good and Evil, the man made concept, gone.
Peace and tranquility a natural side effect.
Feel free to fly away, anytime, if you can see it possible.
Because perception rules the world.
And once you've seen it, all will change.
Another see's the world for what it is,
Another see's what it will become.
One is happy, one is sad, the other experiences both extremes.
As all will see a sunny day,
Past hides himself from it,
Present is ignorant and sees the day as a day,
And future is ecstatic.
Because perception rules the world.
And once you've seen it, all will change.
[Not sure which one I like better]
One man see's the world for what it is,
Another see's the world for what he wants it to be,
And neither see's what it will become,
A dystopian utopia.
Black and white to gray.
Good and Evil, the man made concept, gone.
Peace and tranquility a natural side effect.
Feel free to fly away, anytime, if you can see it possible.
Because perception rules the world.
And once you've seen it, all will change.
The last drive.
He got in the car, ready to go, turn the key, boom.
The engine starts, growling like an angry lion.
He shifts it into gear, and the tires burn,
Like a lightning bolt he tears down the road,
Here comes those Red and Blues,
He laughs and smashes the pedal,
"Stopping is for people with something to lose,"
The engine bellows and the Red and Blues slip away,
Mailboxes, telephone poles, fields, all fly by.
He slows to make a turn, and rips across the freeway,
Down the rural street he speeds away, and here comes the tracks.
He punches it and jumps the tracks, his car flipping front over backwards,
The roof collapses, and it seems he's stuck,
He reaches for his pack of cigarettes, and then unbuckles himself.
He kicks the door as hard as he can, it slides open but just barely.
He kicks it again, and again, until finally he can slide out.
When he stands up he feels something wet trickling down his left side.
A big shard of glass sticks out of him.
The pain shoots through him as he comes to a realization.
The man crawls closer to the car and leans his back against it.
He lights a cigarette and sits there smoking.
Finally he quickly pulls the shard of glass out and the pain subsides a little.
He faces the sun, barely any clouds in the sky.
He takes another drag of his cigarette, smiles and thinks to himself,
"It's a good day, Joanne... See you soon, babe... Real soon..."
He takes another drag and slips away, still smiling.
Alone on the road a wrecked man and a wrecked car, one to the junkyard, the other to see his beloved...
The engine starts, growling like an angry lion.
He shifts it into gear, and the tires burn,
Like a lightning bolt he tears down the road,
Here comes those Red and Blues,
He laughs and smashes the pedal,
"Stopping is for people with something to lose,"
The engine bellows and the Red and Blues slip away,
Mailboxes, telephone poles, fields, all fly by.
He slows to make a turn, and rips across the freeway,
Down the rural street he speeds away, and here comes the tracks.
He punches it and jumps the tracks, his car flipping front over backwards,
The roof collapses, and it seems he's stuck,
He reaches for his pack of cigarettes, and then unbuckles himself.
He kicks the door as hard as he can, it slides open but just barely.
He kicks it again, and again, until finally he can slide out.
When he stands up he feels something wet trickling down his left side.
A big shard of glass sticks out of him.
The pain shoots through him as he comes to a realization.
The man crawls closer to the car and leans his back against it.
He lights a cigarette and sits there smoking.
Finally he quickly pulls the shard of glass out and the pain subsides a little.
He faces the sun, barely any clouds in the sky.
He takes another drag of his cigarette, smiles and thinks to himself,
"It's a good day, Joanne... See you soon, babe... Real soon..."
He takes another drag and slips away, still smiling.
Alone on the road a wrecked man and a wrecked car, one to the junkyard, the other to see his beloved...
Siren
She sings her sweet siren's song,
Drawing us in with her melodious voice,
Not leaving us distraught nor leading us adrift,
But lighting the lighthouse inside our hearts,
Leading us through sadness' fog into love's warm harbor.
Drawing us in with her melodious voice,
Not leaving us distraught nor leading us adrift,
But lighting the lighthouse inside our hearts,
Leading us through sadness' fog into love's warm harbor.
I don't want to go home.
I don't want to go home--, yet,
I just want to stay right here with you---.
I don't want the day to pass, yeah,
I don't want the sun to set, on this day with you--.
No I don't want go home--, yet, I don't want to leave you--, no.
I just wish time would freeze, oh yeah,
I just wish everything, could continue to be---,
Be---, what we have always drea---med, yeah.
I wonder sometimes, yeah, when you look into my eyes,
What are you thinking of, yeah, Are you thinking of me---,
Are you thinking of me, and this beautiful, beautiful scenery, yeah,
And I know we'll stay together---, forever--, for--ever, yeah.
And I don't want to go home, no, no, no--,
I just want you to stay right here with me---,
With you wrapped in my arms, yeah, yeah
Watching the world go by, watching the world go by, watching the world--, yeah,
So I won't go home, No, no, no. No I won't go---
It's me an you, yeah, and that's how it will always be---.
That's how it will be--- forever,yeah, forever--, forever--, forever-----.
Just you and me...
I just want to stay right here with you---.
I don't want the day to pass, yeah,
I don't want the sun to set, on this day with you--.
No I don't want go home--, yet, I don't want to leave you--, no.
I just wish time would freeze, oh yeah,
I just wish everything, could continue to be---,
Be---, what we have always drea---med, yeah.
I wonder sometimes, yeah, when you look into my eyes,
What are you thinking of, yeah, Are you thinking of me---,
Are you thinking of me, and this beautiful, beautiful scenery, yeah,
And I know we'll stay together---, forever--, for--ever, yeah.
And I don't want to go home, no, no, no--,
I just want you to stay right here with me---,
With you wrapped in my arms, yeah, yeah
Watching the world go by, watching the world go by, watching the world--, yeah,
So I won't go home, No, no, no. No I won't go---
It's me an you, yeah, and that's how it will always be---.
That's how it will be--- forever,yeah, forever--, forever--, forever-----.
Just you and me...
Wednesday 3 February 2010
Mellomanesta Dream
I arrive a little early, were headed out tonight,
For a little picnic on Mellomanesta Hill,
Your getting ready still, music playing in the background,
I walk out back and smell the summer air,
It's so invigorating, your husky Shelly comes to greet me.
Good little girl, I pet her head. I turn around and walk back inside. Your down the hall in your room, I yell in a sarcastic tone, hey we're gonna be late for our own funerals at this pace. Shutup you, I'll be ready soon enough. You smile and glare. I chuckle. I walk back outside and get in the car. You come out a few minutes later. Melissa by the Allman brothers is playing on the radio. It's our tune. I put the top down and we leave. We take the road around the quarry, it glows pink and orange as the sun gets closer and closer to setting. Your hair is whipping in the wind. I take a turn towards Mellomanesta, the sun shines in your face, you wrinkle your nose. You look cute when you do that, I can't help but turn and smile, you see me and smile too. We wind our way up to the top of the hill.
The sun is about a half an hour away from setting when we reach the top. I go to the back of the car, and grab the blankets and the basket. You take the blankets from me and spread them out on the side of the hill facing the sunset. I turn the accessory key on the car and let the radio play. We sit and open up the basket, I take out the food, and the bottle of wine and and glasses. Neil Young's Heart of Gold starts playing on the radio. The gold of the sun is shining on the hill and the tree's silhouette the horizon. We eat our little sandwiches and drink our wine. All the while I tell you jokes and make you laugh. We talk about our childhoods and laugh at our embarrassing moments. We lay back against the hill and I wrap my arm around you and we watch as the day settles into night, the moon shines bright. The fireflies dance all around us. I lean over and kiss you on the cheek and then the neck and finally your lips. You lean into me and we kiss deeply, passionately. I unbutton your top one button at a time. Kissing...you... every... step... of... the... way... Slowly kissing you, I unlace your skirt and slip it off. I move down even slower kissing longer as I feel you getting warmer, breathing deeper. You intertwine your fingers with mine as I kiss you and feel you blush. I lean over you and kiss you again. The heat of desire burning, our passion bringing us closer and closer together, until finally, for a small while, we are as close to each other as two people could ever be.
For a little picnic on Mellomanesta Hill,
Your getting ready still, music playing in the background,
I walk out back and smell the summer air,
It's so invigorating, your husky Shelly comes to greet me.
Good little girl, I pet her head. I turn around and walk back inside. Your down the hall in your room, I yell in a sarcastic tone, hey we're gonna be late for our own funerals at this pace. Shutup you, I'll be ready soon enough. You smile and glare. I chuckle. I walk back outside and get in the car. You come out a few minutes later. Melissa by the Allman brothers is playing on the radio. It's our tune. I put the top down and we leave. We take the road around the quarry, it glows pink and orange as the sun gets closer and closer to setting. Your hair is whipping in the wind. I take a turn towards Mellomanesta, the sun shines in your face, you wrinkle your nose. You look cute when you do that, I can't help but turn and smile, you see me and smile too. We wind our way up to the top of the hill.
The sun is about a half an hour away from setting when we reach the top. I go to the back of the car, and grab the blankets and the basket. You take the blankets from me and spread them out on the side of the hill facing the sunset. I turn the accessory key on the car and let the radio play. We sit and open up the basket, I take out the food, and the bottle of wine and and glasses. Neil Young's Heart of Gold starts playing on the radio. The gold of the sun is shining on the hill and the tree's silhouette the horizon. We eat our little sandwiches and drink our wine. All the while I tell you jokes and make you laugh. We talk about our childhoods and laugh at our embarrassing moments. We lay back against the hill and I wrap my arm around you and we watch as the day settles into night, the moon shines bright. The fireflies dance all around us. I lean over and kiss you on the cheek and then the neck and finally your lips. You lean into me and we kiss deeply, passionately. I unbutton your top one button at a time. Kissing...you... every... step... of... the... way... Slowly kissing you, I unlace your skirt and slip it off. I move down even slower kissing longer as I feel you getting warmer, breathing deeper. You intertwine your fingers with mine as I kiss you and feel you blush. I lean over you and kiss you again. The heat of desire burning, our passion bringing us closer and closer together, until finally, for a small while, we are as close to each other as two people could ever be.
Do you know what it's like?
Do you know what it's like to feel alone,
To see world from the outside looking in,
To be surrounded by only ghosts,
The memories of your only friends.
Do you know what it's like to trust your soul divine,
To those who your not sure you can trust in the end,
To hope they are sincere and put yourself on the line,
And after being wronged learn to trust them again.
Do you know what it's like to fall in love,
And know it will never be reciprocated,
Because your only acceptable as a friend,
Nothing more, and have it constantly stated.
To finally break and give up at last,
Not a single care or worry evermore,
Your spirit gone, just an empty glass,
Just simply asking, "What is it all for?"
To see world from the outside looking in,
To be surrounded by only ghosts,
The memories of your only friends.
Do you know what it's like to trust your soul divine,
To those who your not sure you can trust in the end,
To hope they are sincere and put yourself on the line,
And after being wronged learn to trust them again.
Do you know what it's like to fall in love,
And know it will never be reciprocated,
Because your only acceptable as a friend,
Nothing more, and have it constantly stated.
To finally break and give up at last,
Not a single care or worry evermore,
Your spirit gone, just an empty glass,
Just simply asking, "What is it all for?"
Tuesday 2 February 2010
WRF4
What are friends for?
But to help you through the rough times,
to stand by you when your wrong,
to help you up when you've fallen,
and to love you all along.
But to help you through the rough times,
to stand by you when your wrong,
to help you up when you've fallen,
and to love you all along.
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