I Dance Alone

Ends, they are frayed

Where I Go

Wonder

Mother

Blur

Here's to life

::I Dance Alone::

Alone. I Dance.
No one to please. None to cheer.
Tripping the light fantastic. Touching the sky, the stars. 
Flying high on my own.
No one to please. None to cheer.

Probably on the lookout for an angel, swing by and whisper cloud puffs.
All the space I want, maybe I just want to be alone.
Look down on creation, its a hazy nothing.
Sun in my eye, can't see above. Maybe He (politically incorrect?) wants to be alone too.
Alone. I Dance. 
No one to please. None to cheer.

Only I hear the music, I dance to it, my easy fantasy world.
Rude shock when my feet touch the ground, I don't want to be part of this.
Go back up into the clouds, touching the sky, the stars.
The music doesn't stop.
Alone. I Dance.

(applause)

Crash to the ground.
People watching me.
encore! encore!
Damn. Forget them.
Wait! My angel's in the crowd somewhere?
Oh, the music has stopped.
Can somebody turn on the music please?
Sure. 
Its the same music.
I don't want to dance no more.
People leave. They do. Take the music with them.

I wait for the music...

-Feb 2007
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:: ends, they are frayed::

Times I have been on the edge
not knowing if I let go, I'll never come back
wonder why I am there...
back to the middle,
and go with the herd.

Break out, cling to the edge
they hurt, honey drops on my lips
but I always get back to the middle, they have jazz.

Palm fronds brushing my body, fall to oblivion
dry grass break under my feet, I am on level ground
half-life on the edge, half on the plains
another half-life back, wonder when I cease.

middle-of-the-road. 
can see the frayed ends, lives lost there
got to be there, where the action is.
back in time for some jazz.

no centrist, I am no ultra, guns not loaded
on my way, past the hoi polloi,
flying with the eagle, spot the manna
eating with the wolves, caked leftovers, and lots of it.

edge.
scamper back to the mediocrity,
all  well?
ah! my bed has been made.

-Feb 2007
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::Where I Go::


masses, they ruck on dark valleys and sweet oases
I tarry along, misty mountains and burning badlands.

Meet me at the experience inn, we dine and whine,
smelting experiences, drinking our sorrows, vaunting our wares,
We part at tradition tomb, mourning their faded glory,
`it is so', they say...
I am on my way, till me meet again.

I do it my way,
you do it yours,
we meet on the way,
go together some,
only to part again.
sometimes your way is mine,
other times I make my trail.


-Feb 2007 (not complete and i dont like the last para)
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::Wonder::


wonder at how your face forms the smile I so cherish
wonder at the flowers in bloom, just buds yesterday
wonder at my life
wonder at my wonder

to lose our sense of wonder
joyless faces with pasted smiles,
goring each other with our indifference

if it were the only thing I had
I would want me to wonder at the wonder of it all
the skies, the heaven, the earth, your face.
I would fill the pallete with my colours,
paint it all with my magic brush,
you, me and the whole world.
But, no. I would lose the wonder then,
you, me and the whole world would lose the wonder on my canvas.
I am content to wonder...

-Feb 2007
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::Mother::


Time. Love.
Learning to fly.

Patience.
I grow wings and fly.

Time. Love.
I am restless,
Flit from branch to branch.
Settle down, she says.
Unheeded. I fly.
Where to? I dont know.
I can hear her calling,
through restless dreams and waking hours.
She has her demons to fight,
I have mine.

Time.
Love and faith will keep us alive?
Lost time, spent years,
Like a rolling stone,
in the eternal sky,
I believe I can fly.

And I see two birds flying with me, wing to wing,
Time. Oppurtunity.
breaking formation, crossing my path.
They seem to be tired now...

I hear, even birds go home.

-Feb 2007
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