The Juxtaposition Of Different Realities Outside Time

Brodiss

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27/8/98

Find me another day
Where I am free to be
Let me find another way
To go beyond my darkest thoughts.
Things change with every passing moment
But always manage to stay the same.

26/12/98

Lonely figure standing forlorn
Upon the cliff’s edge
Waiting for the return
Of one who shall never come.
Lonely, but never alone-
Surrounded always
By the circumstance of dreams
Born of another time.
Lonely through the loss of one
Who loved and laughed
In times of past so distant
When hope was only young.
Lonely and longing for time’s rewinding
Back to when love lived
And shone more strongly
Than the brightest star.
Lonely figure standing forlorn
In a world gone grey
Left bleak and meaningless
Now that the dreams have died.

People pushing past me
Jostling
A blank faced river of humanity
Flowing
Their points of reality never connecting
However briefly
Appearing from the formless dark
To fade away into the endless night
They see me
But I have no meaning
Not to their existence
For I am travelling my own path
Which leads to its own destinies.
I wonder at their going
But want not to follow
My purpose is not theirs
And cannot be
Such is the shaping of our souls.

A friend of mine once commented
How I am
So predictable in my unpredictability.
So how about that –
A living paradox

To dwell upon the dreams of the mind
Can lead us down a path that’s dark
We look into the silvered mirror and find
A secret wish has left its mark
Indelible upon the heart.
There is so much joy to be found
Along the passages that define thought
Moments of sunlight and laughter abound
But there still is that which is caught
Within the beat of the heart.
But push all that’s dark away
And feel the joys of life
Let the happy experience hold sway
And dwell not upon the strife
That would temper the heart.

Swans and Love

swans and love fall down
kissing the water with their wings
ripples of time slowly spread
reaching out to engulf the reeds
the creak of the oars as they swing
in long strong strokes
slipping through the cool water
refracted images of joy
swell and break on the humour of the blade
dancing across the distorted surface
of the Sunday afternoon lake
idle fingers trailing in the wake
add their own tune
to the moving water’s sweet melody
gracefully aged willows
tenderly arrange their many limbs
discreetly along the shore
throwing occasional lines of green
to dangle in liquid depths
meeting with the light
and playfully tossing it aside

swans and love fall down
kissing the water with their dreams
sunlight touches so softly
pooling in the ripple’s crests
white birds of beauty swim past and
bow their heads politely
in deference to those
who rest in the drifting boat
the oars lie still
sounds are soft
not disturbing the easy peace
of a wondrous day

love and swans fall down
kissing

and yet
in all the dreaming
I have found a better reality
Sliding lifeless across the floor
I hold the silvered mirror
That reflects upon my past
I melt away truth
To find a longer dream
As I fade away
Amongst my funeral songs
Falling into the mirror
With the effortlessness of eternity
Folding away my poetry
Preparation for the endless journey
Let go the life
The mirror shatters
Splintering white on red
The light in the shards
Bringing fragmented life
To the dreams of tomorrow

The air of the night is still and cold
Like my hands
My feet
My heart
It is late
Like my love
The music is slow
Marking time for falling tears
But where do they come from?
Can you tell me that?
I ask you
Can you tell me?
When I grow up
I want to be magic
And then I’ll draw spaceships in the air
To sparkle and dance
In the dreams of the stars
Oh yes,
I’ll draw spaceships in the air
With these hands, so still and cold.
Everything is changing
The world is shifting its reality
Sometimes I fear I’ve drowned it
In all these tears of mine
Perhaps I should calm its ruffled landscapes
With these still hands of mine.
I go for many walks down hallways in my mind
Dreaming of my lost love
Hoping to find a door to open
And let all the magic come leaping out
To fall laughing around my feet
Prancing and dancing
Shifting patterns of colour
Repainting all the grey walls
With the strength of unicorns.
The music is slow
But time is fast
Almost travelling almost as fast as light
Like the spaceships I’m going to draw
And fly and colour
And race and steer
And propel through the black of night
When I grow up
When I’m magic
Then I won’t need these hands
These feet
My heart
Oh no
I won’t even need my love
Though it already left
Thousands of tears ago
Thousands of dreams ago
Taking all my unicorns with it
And yet you wonder why it’s cold?
Me?
I want to grow up
Tall as my memories
‘cause
When I grow up
I know I’m going
Oh yes I know
I know I’m going
To be.