AWAKENING Newborns suddenly burst into the light, breath surges, and startled voices cry! Life begins and rushes by at a rapid pace; crawling legs wobble, fall, and stand up straight. Illegible letters and unintelligible words evolve into skillful rhetoric of the mature and well-versed. Fleeting, meaningless pursuits are no longer the chosen paths. Life frightens and enlightens! Everything simple becomes complex. Steady legs that once stood up straight, wobble, and fall. Sight, hearing, and memories slowly begin to fade; decades pass and seasons change. Staggered, strained breath merges at a rapid pace; life ends and brushes across aged faces. Everything complex becomes simple... Newborns and the aged both violently gasp for awakening. | TUNNELS Out and in! Up and down! Over and under! Sudden darkness passes so quickly... ...back and forth into sudden brightness! In and out! Down and up! Under and over! Sudden brightness passes so quickly... ...back and forth into sudden darkness. You feel like a blind man when memories are no longer as vivid! You feel like a deaf man when words are not as clear! You feel like a mute man when people walk by you, but you have so much to say... ...so many thoughts are jumbled! ...so many memories are scattered! ...so many moments are passing! Everything is a blur. Everything is dim. Everything is forgotten. There is no longer anger or frustration at this point, just a longing to remember... Fading memories and bursts of remembrance are so painful yet wonderful! Forgetfulness and confusion in the mind of the aged are echoing tunnels; they've watched days slowly pass and then years suddenly rush by... ...zooming through them like bleating trains! |
STOMACH Sirens scream Sirens cry Lights blindingly flash Lights race nearby Children who once played now scream and cry Fire rages out Water rushes in Swings that once creaked loudly sing in silence Ladders hit windows Fire rages out Water rushes in Masked men emerge painted with blood and smoke Ashes fly out Ashes choke Lights blindingly flash Lights race nearby Fathers violently scream Mothers sorrowfully cry Children who once played lie cold and still Parents can't believe their eyes Masked men emerge painted with blood and smoke Ashes fly out Ashes choke Ladders leave windows Fire suddenly stops Water ceases to drop Swings that once creaked loudly sing in ominous silence Fathers violently scream Mothers sorrowfully cry Children who once played lie cold and still Parents can't believe their eyes Lights once flashed Lights once raced nearby Sirens once screamed Sirens once cried They loudly sang in ominous silence No one could stomach this dreadful act of violence | THE PERPETUAL ZONE The day moves and breathes the same way it did a time ago. The tree branches wave like a paintbrush on fire, and paints with steady strokes, brilliant, vivid colors that pour off of its mind's canvas. The sun peaks through the trees like children who play hide and seek; it flickers and glistens on wine-ember leaves and then quickly hides again, so it is not seen. Fire painted leaves lift and drift off as if to some unknown kingdom unseen, and draws and lifts those who see it into an indelible dream; it waves farewell and yet begs those who see it to stay. A paradox ensues because it feels as if hope must end, but it breathes and calls those who hear it into its bend. One can feel it go and come like a sacred drum or a deep sleep, and those in the golden slumber wake to a rhythm in their feet! These fire painted leaves breathe perpetually in motion and surround its kingdom like wind cascading on the ocean. The tide moves in and the moon begins to sing in its twilight, and its song is a lullaby that makes the soul weep--cry! The moon paints healing and newness with its every brightly lit stroke... One gives in to this feeling it invokes; it provokes one with its brush of fire to move and bend in hope like the paradox's breath, and the trees branches steady stroke. The kingdom is near... Fire painted leaves lift and drift off as if to some unknown kingdom unseen, and draws and lifts those who see it into an indelible dream. The kingdom is near; the wine-ember leaves wave and sing. The kingdom is near! Fire painted leaves breathe perpetually in motion and surround its kingdom like wind cascading on the ocean. Run into its rain! Run into its reign! Its ocean so deep... Let it lift the soul's creative feet! Let it calm the soul... Let it call the soul like the aged who feel its perpetual tug and pull; this golden slumber takes one who hears it up, into its wave... The kingdom is near! The day moves and breathes the same way it did a time ago... ...like a lion with fire in its eyes and soul! |