Sleep now

There she lies, my sleeping beauty. Forever since she’s seen the stars. So long has she been trapped, not anymore, now she can finally rest. I Couldn’t save her in the end, believe me I’ve tried. I fought for her, I gave it all I had, but in the end. It didn’t matter. Her faith was dead-locked. And now I look back, and think if I knew what I know now. Would I fight it, or accepted it. The answer is simple really, I’d still fight it, I will always fight it. I owe her that. As her final breath fades away, I whisper in her ears: You’re not falling love, you’re Flying. The light dies out, she is at peace, she can rest. I can’t, that’s my faith.

Watchman

He’s just a drifter, a lost soul, a bum waiting for the end. Day to day, just waiting, drifting. Alone, forever. And identity made up of many faces, many lies, and many fears. Unable to sit still, to breath, to live. No one to slow him down, or to point him in the right direction.  He has no idea where he is from, or where he will go, He doesn’t even have an idea of where he is. It might as well be oblivion for all that matters. Some call him the lonely angel, but they don’t know him. Don’t know his fury, even though he almost never raises his voice, every inch of him is screaming on the inside, driving him mad piece by piece. All with the sounds of drums he can never get out of his head, always a series of tree taps. Repeating endlessly. Screaming, shouting, fighting to get out. But you could never tell. He keeps it all inside. The darkness is coming, the silence will fall. He lays his head and hand against the wall, hoping, that somewhere far away, in another land, or another world, she is doing the same. His Companion. His fire. He is alone, watching, waiting.

(Pocket Watch)

truth or dare

A while ago, in my long and weary travels. I found myself in London for a few nights. I had just gotten a drink when I spotted someone who could use a friend. I walked up towards her table, maneuvering across the dancing couples, but when I had finally gotten there. She had disappeared. I made my way outside, maybe a walk by the Thames river, would do me some good. I had been going for a while now, it’s been so long I could barely remember why I was running. “But that’s my faith isn’t it, always helping others, never helping myself.” After a few minutes, I saw some people at the docks. And there she was, the moonlight reflecting of her. Seemed almost angelic. I saw her get on a boat, and sail away. That’s when our eyes met, and I realized I knew her. A girl from my past. Gerdien. A smile came over my face as she waved to me. I waved back. Wouldn’t see her again I thought, I was wrong. One month later in Los Angeles there she was, singing in some lounge café. When the piano stopped playing, and she stopped singing, I walked over there, bought her a drink. And we spend the rest of the night talking about the good old times. About how she landed a big acting job. And about that one time we played a little game, a little game of truth or dare.

Here's to you

Look at you, you are so old, and yet so young. Look at what you have learned, what you still might learn. Look at where you’ve been, what you have seen. Look at how beautiful you are, have you lost weight? Look at the people who care about you, there a nice lot, aren’t they. And look around, isn’t it beautiful. I mean you could be looking at a grey wall and it would still look fantastic. Why don’t you grab a beer? Go on! You only live once you know. (At least I think you only do) Look at you, you’re alive, so have that beer and let’s make a toast. Here’s to you, kid.

Look at you, you are so old, and yet so young. Look at what you have learned, what you still might learn. Look at where you’ve been, what you have seen. Look at how beautiful you are, have you lost weight? Look at the people who care about you, there a nice lot, aren’t they. And look around, isn’t it beautiful. I mean you could be looking at a grey wall and it would still look fantastic. Why don’t you grab a beer? Go on! You only live once you know. (At least I think you only do) Look at you, you’re alive, so have that beer and let’s make a toast. Here’s to you, kid.

We'll

“See you soon”, words that hold little meaning. People staring at you, judging every move you make. Let them stare, let them glare. Just keep breathing, keep moving. You’re always there, and you’re never there. Can you feel it? The earth moving at a thousand miles an hour, spinning around a star, in an universe that keeps expanding. I can. “We move around, dancing, like our lives depend upon it, why? Don’t know, don’t care, I look at the sky, and think; don’t you ever stop the music.” I’ve had many companions, many friends, no one stayed. I moved on, they moved on. Yet I keep my head high, and say: we’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when. But we’ll meet again one sunny day.