Monday, April 1, 2013

The Second Movement


Creative Writing
This was written in approx. 2005/2006 during the homeless period I went through in Montreal during the winter. At that point, writing this second piece was me trying to keep my sanity during very challenging times; it was taking all my effort to keep a positive mind set about everything that was happening and to keep faith it was only a temporary state of being..... 

Oblong Echo: The Second Movement

and I can pretend
the fantasy or their fantasy
your fantasy
or my fantasy
the bubble
my movie or your movie
maybe we were sisters once
maybe we are sisters now
room of twelve
not all fully here
where is here anyways?
And he wants to know
where do the stars go when they dream?
crooner crunes away
who says all the sirens were
woman
in a room for twelve
lie awake, lying down
and do I spell it
anyways
the sound
and just when
we realized
by the time we realized
we were dead
we are already alive
again
the fantasy
A fairy tale,
the faery tale
faeries with tails
and they say we can’t see
what’s really there
who’s telling the story now?
12 sisters in a room
Who knows who
I’ll ignore her
another boxed in mind
locked in
and locked on
loosen up,
shake it all off,
dancing the shadows grace
enigma had a tongue
danced the enigma’s grace
don’t race
which dream we on anyway
not the prankster?
Ahh but these things take time
To echo around
Time to move
The movie
And I spoke
I spoke
To the child
Who is the man
And I spoke
To the man who was the child
He says; “you’re on the bus.”
Feel the change
Talk about
Finding solutions
Change
he says; “never get off the bus”
but try to find
the right solution
in a sea full of illusions
it’s too much energy
you’re looking around now
and the dead man spoke alive in time
“makes me think”, she says;
“a thousand and one nights,
Ahhh what is it, a faery-tale, a gypsy, um;”, and she starts to speak in French
3 of 12
Don’t tie it
Back
Let
Yourself
Loose
Free
Set free
The hair is
Out
Let
Your freak bag fly
Flag
I heard it was fruit
Let your freak flag fly
And she speaks in French
Which witch
Which wisdom
Witch dream
What channel we on?
Ride the frequency
TV-supper
Deep throttle
A laugh
At nine o’clock
I hear
The flash
Turn it on mute
Why would you
The dream
A voice like a child
In a faery story
She is a woman
Who looks like a maiden
2 of 12
Resemble the child
She reminds me of the little match girl
Let’s change
Burn it all away
So we can change
Fertile ground
The soil
The phoenix
Rises
The
Rises
She rises
It’s weird
It’s like a cult
She says she belongs
to the marie-kay cult
the cultish like
we are not
the cult
dancing to a different
rhythm
I am hear to shake it up
Break down the walls
That surround
Invisible
The world
The worlds
The mind
Shake up
The mind
Frozen still
In time
Break it down
Break it all down
So it can
BE
Be
Be rebuilt
Rebuild
Re-create
We rebuilding the dream
We’re building the dream
A birth
Every time I realize I have
Died
I am alive
Again
Rebirth
Reborn
And in the story,
On the bus,
Riding through
A forest on fire,
Natural
I watch
And I see
They believe
In the program
They feed
The program
“I’m not getting inside your box.”
She says.
Buggersome creatures!!
can’t bring my drink.
Grrishness I say!
the drive
the trip
and somewhere
on this journey
she started crying
releasal
flow
the movement
of the river
the motion
of time
the movement
in time
NOW
A moment to BE
Unchained rewind unwind the movement
Of BEING
Are you
Alive
Living in the NOW
Moment
4 beds in a row
Another four against the wall
The other
Wall
2 in between
With
2 more
In between
The snoring
Won’t
Rumble
The room
The “new” experience
Define
Old and new
The future, the past and the now
The moment
The illusion
The dream
Which channel vibration
R
We
On
R we on
Vibrate with the
dnuoS
Sound
NOW BE.

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