| Monday, September 19, 2011
In that chest of cobwebs and dust,
A marble lies in a corner,
Dreaming of times when daydreams are real and the pen is not broken,
Yet these dreams,
Will they come true?
the purple piggy oinked 11:53 PM
| Saturday, September 17, 2011
Would you remember to forget, forget to remember?
Memories, the wrong ones, cling so tightly to the stream of consciousness,
The happy events discarded and buried by the stream even as the water fairies scrabble away,
Desperate to find them.
Nothing to comfort the child as the current gleefully buffets.
When life is a river, you have two ways.
Up, and Down.
Two ways, one choice.
How can you say no when all society pushes you to go up, to follow this preset course of certain success for some and certain death for others.
No other route is acceptable.
Indeed freedom of choice, but then again if you only have one choice?
the purple piggy oinked 5:53 PM
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it is not what we think or see but rather what is dictated.
For how can you be free when you are permanently enslaved,
Slaves are free in one sense and trapped in another,
Truly trapped are the ones that know that they are nothing more than mindless machines.
But how can you be mindless if you know that?
Accepting your fate without question is the law of the land,
We create to enslave,
No one but ourselves.
the purple piggy oinked 5:49 PM
| Friday, September 16, 2011
fairies skip along the sheltered walkways,
Smiling happily at the rain that pours down as the cool wind swirls around they run along.
Castles of clouds, violet lilac lavender purple, dashes of blue,
Almost a law to laugh, for how could you not be happy in such a place?
Notes of rhythm and dance twirling among the fluffy softness,
Pixies and fairies in their daintiness, cakes and mugs of cosy warmth,
Snug in the protection of friendship and family,
Safe from the lightning and thunder, which now delights instead of scaring, how could anyone be scared of something that brings more rain?
Rainy days, such a beautiful sight.
This village, of clouds.
the purple piggy oinked 6:41 PM
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conflict is something to relish. For who could say that a life had been lived well without conflicts and hardships to blunt and round edges, and create the spiky exterior that creeps silently behind the polished facade.
The best actress statuettes, lines and lines of polished gleaming gold winking brightly from behind the glass.
You see what you see, seeing is believing, Believe a lie.
Or not, really. Not singular but plural.
Creation.
An exterior of weirdness, of optimism, of cluelessness.
An interior of childishness and lunacy.
Hidden beneath all these you will not see what no one will see.
We hope and dream for what we cannot achieve.
Or rather for what we can only achieve in our daydreams.
Precisely why we daydream, to see the pretty world created of violet clouds and happy rain
This, though, was not a dream.
Rather a wish, a fervent one at that.
A wish repeatedly denied in the past, but one I hoped could be fulfilled. Soon. I now know it won't be know.
Two. One would never be, the other maybe, just maybe. But now the two candidates have failed, and the waiting room is full of cobwebs.
Mirror mirror on the wall, you'll be a true friend won't you. But ohwait are you not an actress too? Maybe we should hone our craft together.
This was known for a long time, though. Chances, so many of them, we give more than we receive, to the wrong people who do not care.
Child go home don't stay out in the streets pretending to be who you are don't try to lead a life you shouldn't. I would say don't be someone you aren't, but really who are you? You know who you are, but that self, hidden so deep within the child had shriveled within the darkened heart, waiting for something, someone, to help destroy the shackles.
the purple piggy oinked 7:58 AM
