Sunday, February 12, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Adventure
He awoke one the floor, which was a little odd but it didn't matter. He was flushed of color. He sat up hoping that the tingling in his feet would go away. He stood up. Put on his clothes and walked out. The day was like any other for the time of year. It was the rainy season. And that's exactly how it was. He walked out in the rain without an umbrella and walked the four blocks to his job, in the mail room.
He couldn't say he particularly liked his job, but at the same time he was always daydreaming and had never actually done his job. Surprising I know, but I digress, he would start his day thinking of all the things that he had never done. He had always dreamed of going to Africa and chasing a lion through the jungle. He would be lost in the fantasies of his imagination. Because he didn't take into account how long his time at work was taken up just from thinking, he just seemed to miss it.
He went home living his life in a dream. Being carried on the wings of a dragon, to the Chinese take-out and from there climbing the frigid Mount Everest to his apartment. Which was all the way on the sixth floor. He arrived at the top step placing his very lucid dream flag in the top step.
For some reason he couldn't imagine anything in the hallway between the stairs and his apartment door but as soon as his door opened, the wind of the Sahara blew down the hall. He step in, grab hold of his gear jumped on his camel and he was off. They followed the Nile until the reached the pyramids and then until they reached the Mediterranean Sea , and from there they traveled west by boat to the Moroccan bay. But somehow finding a Chinese stand in the market.
His day was never dull. It was lived to the fullest until his eyes could not stay open anymore. Usually passing out on the floor with his imaginary treasure map still in hand. Now the real dreaming would begin.
His imagination was magnified in sleep. The action was more intense, the women even more beautiful but yet at the same time the waves were bigger, the monsters were bigger and scarier. It wasn't uncommon for a nightmare to occur. He would wake up sweating, shivering and cold with nothing to do but pull the covers over his head. Falling back into his dream.
Again he woke up but time he felt worse. He had a migraine and he could hardly open his eyes. It seemed so bright in his room. He figured he would just stay home today and call in sick. He got some food together, took an aspirin and laid down on his bed. The food was helping, although he still felt like his head was on fire.
As he was beginning to fall back asleep, the doorbell rang. It hurt. He got up and walked to the door, looked through the peep hole and to his astonishment it was a woman. He opened the door. She looked at him as he stood there looking groggy. As moments passed they continued to stare at each other. Finally they both decide to speak at the same time, simultaneously interrupting each other. The tensions were high. He trying to nip the more awkward moments in the bud asked her what she was here for.
She responded, it was a monologue she had given several times before. Advertising the benefits of this or that from a latest and greatest in technology. She was surprised to find that he was watching her very intently. She continued, asked him if he would like to try the items.
He told her that he couldn't focus, but that he was certainly interested. He invited her in to talk about it more.
She talked, he listened. He would make a silly joke, and talk about his wonderful adventures. Eventually he asked her out. She accepted. They dated and fell in love. She loved him when he would talk about all the amazing things that he did. They were married. They spent their honeymoon in Africa chasing a lion through the jungle. They then decided they wanted to go to the great barrier reef. They never went back home instead they continued to have adventures together. Growing closer and closer with each moment. And now the most important part of this story happens now.
She dies.
Alone. He breaks. Staring at himself in the mirror, he sees his eyes have died. He doesn't know what to do anymore. His life was spent with the woman that realized his imagination as beauty and never let it die. Now as she rests, his imagination has died also. He has lost the one person who loved him for his mind. Now his mind is gone. He is left without the companionship of his mind, unable to comprehend even the simplest thing. Driven to madness. Alone.
*****
Years pass, haunted and tortured. Lost in the recesses of a mental ward. Is when he sees her. She talks with him. She tells him to remember when he was capable of imagining anything at all. He does. The transformation is that of black and white turning into color. Life growing where it couldn't before. He looked out his window. Saw the sun and became engulfed with the adventures he had once undergone. Together they become free. She leaves him a piece of herself inside his heart so he'll never forget.
He continues to this day seeing wonder after wonder from the inside of his head, strolling along with the one who loved him for his spirit.
He couldn't say he particularly liked his job, but at the same time he was always daydreaming and had never actually done his job. Surprising I know, but I digress, he would start his day thinking of all the things that he had never done. He had always dreamed of going to Africa and chasing a lion through the jungle. He would be lost in the fantasies of his imagination. Because he didn't take into account how long his time at work was taken up just from thinking, he just seemed to miss it.
He went home living his life in a dream. Being carried on the wings of a dragon, to the Chinese take-out and from there climbing the frigid Mount Everest to his apartment. Which was all the way on the sixth floor. He arrived at the top step placing his very lucid dream flag in the top step.
For some reason he couldn't imagine anything in the hallway between the stairs and his apartment door but as soon as his door opened, the wind of the Sahara blew down the hall. He step in, grab hold of his gear jumped on his camel and he was off. They followed the Nile until the reached the pyramids and then until they reached the Mediterranean Sea , and from there they traveled west by boat to the Moroccan bay. But somehow finding a Chinese stand in the market.
His day was never dull. It was lived to the fullest until his eyes could not stay open anymore. Usually passing out on the floor with his imaginary treasure map still in hand. Now the real dreaming would begin.
His imagination was magnified in sleep. The action was more intense, the women even more beautiful but yet at the same time the waves were bigger, the monsters were bigger and scarier. It wasn't uncommon for a nightmare to occur. He would wake up sweating, shivering and cold with nothing to do but pull the covers over his head. Falling back into his dream.
Again he woke up but time he felt worse. He had a migraine and he could hardly open his eyes. It seemed so bright in his room. He figured he would just stay home today and call in sick. He got some food together, took an aspirin and laid down on his bed. The food was helping, although he still felt like his head was on fire.
As he was beginning to fall back asleep, the doorbell rang. It hurt. He got up and walked to the door, looked through the peep hole and to his astonishment it was a woman. He opened the door. She looked at him as he stood there looking groggy. As moments passed they continued to stare at each other. Finally they both decide to speak at the same time, simultaneously interrupting each other. The tensions were high. He trying to nip the more awkward moments in the bud asked her what she was here for.
She responded, it was a monologue she had given several times before. Advertising the benefits of this or that from a latest and greatest in technology. She was surprised to find that he was watching her very intently. She continued, asked him if he would like to try the items.
He told her that he couldn't focus, but that he was certainly interested. He invited her in to talk about it more.
She talked, he listened. He would make a silly joke, and talk about his wonderful adventures. Eventually he asked her out. She accepted. They dated and fell in love. She loved him when he would talk about all the amazing things that he did. They were married. They spent their honeymoon in Africa chasing a lion through the jungle. They then decided they wanted to go to the great barrier reef. They never went back home instead they continued to have adventures together. Growing closer and closer with each moment. And now the most important part of this story happens now.
She dies.
Alone. He breaks. Staring at himself in the mirror, he sees his eyes have died. He doesn't know what to do anymore. His life was spent with the woman that realized his imagination as beauty and never let it die. Now as she rests, his imagination has died also. He has lost the one person who loved him for his mind. Now his mind is gone. He is left without the companionship of his mind, unable to comprehend even the simplest thing. Driven to madness. Alone.
*****
Years pass, haunted and tortured. Lost in the recesses of a mental ward. Is when he sees her. She talks with him. She tells him to remember when he was capable of imagining anything at all. He does. The transformation is that of black and white turning into color. Life growing where it couldn't before. He looked out his window. Saw the sun and became engulfed with the adventures he had once undergone. Together they become free. She leaves him a piece of herself inside his heart so he'll never forget.
He continues to this day seeing wonder after wonder from the inside of his head, strolling along with the one who loved him for his spirit.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Clinging
There's no such thing as a "type of person"
Sure someone may be more likely to do something based on passed events though,
The character of a person shouldn't be defined by the type
But more so on the Strength of Will that a person has
We are changing so often that we usually don't realize it
Every time we think, we breath, we talk, we learn we change
No one gets it right the first time or even the second or tenth or fiftieth times
It's by the strength that we have to get back up
It's about running even though your beaten and bruised
To smile in the face of pain
Enjoy the opportunity to even be alive
To make your life the happiest creation you can make
Man's most basic instinct is to cling to life
But somewhere the evolution has pushed that out of our system
Although the need for physical clinging isn't as demanding
As the days of the cavemen, the emotional clinging is dying
To many people don't cling (emotionally) to life
They take the life put in their hands by the generation before them
The people who live life to the fullest are those that dare
Dare to keep hope alive, Dare to keep a smile on their face
And STRIVE to live happily.
There are billions of things to bring us to tears
And if we even had a little courage to cling to joy,
That would be the day
The strongest people on this planet are the people who are truly happy.
How happy are you?
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
The Dreary Soul Awaits the Day
The dreary soul awaits the day
When misfortune and pain will subside
When love will be at play
And it will not have to hide
The lonely dove sits in it's nest
Waiting to swell up in pride
And leave behind in detest
The days before it tried
The blissful boy sat on his bed
Listening to the world collide
Unknowing of what was ahead
Unaware of the bumpy ride
The dreary soul fears the night
Where the sun will not abide
And in utter pain and fright
Embarks where the demons preside
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
The Dreadfully Slow and Often Lonely World of a Dream
The mist is lifting, like it always does.
I see myself walking, it appears as if on a city street.
Everyone is walking the opposite direction.
They don't seem to notice me opposing their movement
or the placement of my third person visual, like usual.
Time seems to slow, everyone else slows to a stop.
I keep moving onward, backwards.
I can't seem to place a finger on where i'm headed.
There are buildings all around but not one of them strikes my interest.
I recognize a few people facing the other direction but the other me seems not to notice.
I'm stuck watching myself go backwards, annoyed, and confused.
I move around to the front side of me to push myself to a stop.
Not exactly simple when you have no real body
but it wasn't my body that I needed.
Over my own shoulder I see her, in a red dress, trying to catch up with me.
The other me doesn't seem to notice, instead it's lonely world continues to drag me away.
But she's there, grabbing my arm.
Turning me around and wrapping her arms around me.
She stopped me, no one else noticed but her.
Instantaneously the other me is removed from the world of plunder
wrapping my arms around her in return.
Together we continue to walk up stream, and time returns to normal.
That's when I wake up, typically, and the dream happens again
but usually it's more realistic.
A more realistic view point.
A more realistic movement of time.
And a more realistic end...
http://tadlysmusic.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-cant-make-you-love-menick-of-time-bon.html
I see myself walking, it appears as if on a city street.
Everyone is walking the opposite direction.
They don't seem to notice me opposing their movement
or the placement of my third person visual, like usual.
Time seems to slow, everyone else slows to a stop.
I keep moving onward, backwards.
I can't seem to place a finger on where i'm headed.
There are buildings all around but not one of them strikes my interest.
I recognize a few people facing the other direction but the other me seems not to notice.
I'm stuck watching myself go backwards, annoyed, and confused.
I move around to the front side of me to push myself to a stop.
Not exactly simple when you have no real body
but it wasn't my body that I needed.
Over my own shoulder I see her, in a red dress, trying to catch up with me.
The other me doesn't seem to notice, instead it's lonely world continues to drag me away.
But she's there, grabbing my arm.
Turning me around and wrapping her arms around me.
She stopped me, no one else noticed but her.
Instantaneously the other me is removed from the world of plunder
wrapping my arms around her in return.
Together we continue to walk up stream, and time returns to normal.
That's when I wake up, typically, and the dream happens again
but usually it's more realistic.
A more realistic view point.
A more realistic movement of time.
And a more realistic end...
http://tadlysmusic.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-cant-make-you-love-menick-of-time-bon.html
Friday, January 6, 2012
Music
In case you are in the mood to listen to something new or your interested in music take a look at my new blog dedicated to music.
http://tadlysmusic.blogspot.com/
Dusty
http://tadlysmusic.blogspot.com/
Dusty
Friday, December 30, 2011
Broken Dream
I woke up this morning like usual.
I lay there thinking about what I had dreamt about.
Sometimes I feel relieved to be back in the real world.
Sometimes I wish I could stay in that dream forever.
Those dreams are the ones with You in them.
Usually the dreams involve me in a form of action, like running or walking or talking.
Sometimes You're in danger other times You're just there.
But in every one of them I love that You're there.
You keep me a float in the action of my dream pulling me away to a different place.
Sometimes we just walk with nothing important on our minds.
Although, You never seem to be there when there are zombies though.
Anyway...
If I could I would never wake up.
You would always be there happily joining me on an adventure.
Where we're in love.
Never bothered by the pains of the real world.
Unfortunately, I wake up and that dream is someone else's reality.
And I lay in pain as reality rings in my ears and blinds me.
I lay there thinking about what I had dreamt about.
Sometimes I feel relieved to be back in the real world.
Sometimes I wish I could stay in that dream forever.
Those dreams are the ones with You in them.
Usually the dreams involve me in a form of action, like running or walking or talking.
Sometimes You're in danger other times You're just there.
But in every one of them I love that You're there.
You keep me a float in the action of my dream pulling me away to a different place.
Sometimes we just walk with nothing important on our minds.
Although, You never seem to be there when there are zombies though.
Anyway...
If I could I would never wake up.
You would always be there happily joining me on an adventure.
Where we're in love.
Never bothered by the pains of the real world.
Unfortunately, I wake up and that dream is someone else's reality.
And I lay in pain as reality rings in my ears and blinds me.
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