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.