Every image has a story
Manipulation of the people’s minds, understanding movements, political sides.
Flipped round and persecuted, justified through purpose.
Heartbeat turns stone hit rhythm start flow, clean open, dreams go.
Drop away from underneath seek fire feel heat, drama leads all gone, heartbeat turn stone.
Dragon fire breath home, flipped mind justified only by this time.
Big breath… closed eyes, pause to let the body relax.
Everywhere he looked he saw reminders of her, reminders of what could have been, contrasting against what he chose. It was almost polar opposite, but then opposites attract. Well that’s what they say.
But he was certain that the attraction was not the right way, the future that he could see with her would only drain him. It would be easy to change for her, easy to fulfil everyone else’s expectations of the perfect marriage, but he just didn’t want it. Even now as the thoughts ran through his head everything was being analysed predicted, driven, persuaded.
He sighed again and tried to place his thoughts back on track. Why was he here and why it was true. He closed his eyes again and rested his head.
It wasn’t long before the dream came back, his body started to sweat and the reminders of the ugliness of the drain, so picture perfect, effortless but evil, filled his thoughts. Kindness and ambition so ugly when stripped back, stripped back to the core, the skeleton of drive. The constant demand for the better, the right, the… fuck it he screamed forcing himself out of the dream…what is real he growled, what is real? He shouted again and again waiting for a change… what is real he sighed to himself… what is real he asked the horizon.
Measured in numbers, in seconds in time, all those we preach to discover new rhyme, but forced to comply with all that we know, forced move forward to stay in the flow.
But time never started it got used to conform, to bring us together to create the true norm, but if we have infinite ticking the clock, why not to move backwards to end this rot.
I taking the bridge no matter the cost, cos time we spend watered will calm what we’ve got.
Not really, but if you move it gets better.
We will take it back…
All is one and one is all and moments live and die in the spark of continuous movement. But footprints leave behind stories of connections that live as long as they are still told.
Deep, deep down in amongst the undergrowth, thickness, darkness and lif…light.
The old die young but never lost, they stand and wait until new will pass… Waiting till rotting breeds new life and turns what was old into a… (pause)
Sanctuary and shelter new and old will give new stories to all both young and old.
When simplicity makes you smile. Everyone is welcome even if they are bad.
‘Do you believe?’
‘Not sure… I mean not really in the traditional sense. But there is something there.’
‘How do you mean?’
‘Well like Jesus the disciples, their adventures, the 10 Commandments etc. That’s all from a previous time. And for sure people have taken advantage of that.’
‘Like people starting wars over beliefs’
Tom laughed ‘yea exactly, like religion and Jesus is supposed to be all forgiveness and acceptance, but only with the caveat that you believe in what I believe.’
The friends laughed together and gathered their thoughts staring out to sea.
‘One thing they did right though was to build their churches in the most beautiful spots’
‘That is true, I mean look at this place’ they both twisted around staring at the picture perfect pirate cove, the mountains descending straight into the ocean, the sunlight dancing on the crystal blue sea and the horizon a perfect horizontal line contrasting the arc of the bay.
‘It’s pretty.’ Tom regathered his thoughts. ‘But sometimes things seem to match up. Like you have some thoughts about life, there is some clarity, but you can’t express yourself and then you hear or read something and there you have it, your thought is clear. I think that is God.’
‘Like he shows up when you are in need’
‘Yea spose so, but it doesn’t have to be ‘in need’ as such, just some clarity. Next day could be all burry again, but something in the world spins right for you. Even if it is for just a few moments.’
They sat again in silence, thinking as a seagull landed on the pier.
‘What about the Virgin Mary and all the metaphors’
‘Look people always got to have a battle and something to fight for, to believe in. So before it was God, now it’s fame, celebrity, that’s the new idol. It was probably like that with the Bible, first it was kinda well intended, then people took it too literally and lost the point of it all. I mean the 10 commandments aren’t a bad set of morals, just a little outdated. And a celebrity is just a character that grew out of a talented individual. It’s not bad to have a role model who is talented at something.’
‘So God is like the Spice Girls’
They burst into laughter. ‘No no no, that’s not what I meant, that’s messed up I am not sure who was the talent behind the spice girls. No, look there is an energy in the world that makes things happen and there are good people who should be admired. God and Jesus are… somewhere in between that, somehow… somewhere.’
Can you squeeze a little more out of what you have or do, or do you just replace it with something new.
With all the fun there is to be had can you live forever true.
But when you have sucked it all away the glass is empty, just buy a little something else to pick a new energy.
But it is true to say that if, you wait till it is dry there will be nothing left to inspire your inner eye.
So pack away the things you own and throw away the key, keep your eyes wide awake for the world’s simplicity.
Squeeze away, suck out the fun, drain all that it is there, please yourself, burn everyone, but don’t come crying when it is bare.
For the choice is yours, to drain to buy, the newest of the knew, the world has all the answers for all your questions true.
But remember when all is said and done to listen to yourself, ask yourself the question were you sheep or something else?
Life From the Dirt 