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Pink Pigs Aug 2013
Staring up at the sky his mind begins to roam
Wondering what wonderful things could be
In a world with no rules, no limitations
Where imagination and dreams are the order of the day

Where giant jelly fish move gracefully through the air
Despite their gelatinous make-up
Their large body pulsating as they move like liquid mercury across the expanse of the sky
Their tentacles dancing in the wind like strands of silvery pink ribbons

A land where dreams come true
Where ideas are celebrated and not scorned
A land where anything is possible and the word impossible is unknown
Where logic is not defined by what is scientifically correct

Where one can dive into the ocean breathing in all its beauty
Scaling its depth to find its hidden treasures
Riding the oceans current wherever they may take you
With no need for oxygen tanks or pressure instruments

A land of possibility and opportunity
Where creativity flows in abundance like honey
Bringing a sweetness to all that it comes across
Covering the world in a warm golden glow of happiness

A world where anything can happen and does
A world where dreams come true
A world worth fighting for
A world that could be true

Slowly lowering his eyes to the horizon, paintbrush in hand
He begins his journey of a thousand strokes
Painting the vast canvas of this world with imagination and dreams
Breaking down the rigid structures of grey conformity

Till all that remains is a world of freedom and grace
A world where the impossible is an everyday occurrence
A world where people push past their limitations to find that they are more capable than they thought
A world where dreams fill the air like butterflies saturating the air with possibility

A world that takes your breath away
That silences the doubts within
A world that sets one free
To be who he was born to be
Pink Pigs Aug 2013
The wind gently blowing through the trees
Rustling the leaves on the ground
Lying down on the soft emerald green grass
She looks up at the bright blue sky
Hoping a change in perspective may help

Her eyes tried from all the tears she’s cried
She stares off into the vast blueness
Hoping to find some clue as to why things turned out this way
Wondering if life will ever change
Terrified that it may never

As she stares off into the nothingness
Her mind begins to draw pictures of what could be
Jelly fish floating through the air with ease
Pink pigs playing in the wind
Her life a happy one

But she knows these will never be
Slowly lifting her weight
She brushes off the dreams of what could be like pieces of grass
And slowly trudges back
Back to the life she will always know
Pink Pigs Jun 2013
From way up high the world looked so small
From way up high he felt he was above it all
So there way up high he hung looking down all beneath
From up there he felt no one could touch him
Nothing could bring him down
So from up there he enjoyed his view of the world
Unconcerned about anything but himself

But one fateful day something changed
And as he playing in the wind he noticed a change
There on the tip of his leaf the colour began to change
Slowly but surely he began to turn red
At first he was terrified what did this mean
But the redder he got the more proud he got
He was the only red in a sea of green

So there he danced in the wind
Boasting to all that could hear of his new colour change
But then another change began to take place
Where once he felt secure and safe on his branch
He now began to feel like he was somehow slipping
He tried desperately to hold onto that which he knew
But fate had other plans

As the sun rose the next morning a playful gust of wind blew in
The wind blew through the tree that fateful morning
Rustling the leaves all around
The red leaf tried to hold on for dear life
But alas the wind was just too strong
Tugging and pulling at the leaf
Till off he blew with the wind

The leaf cried out in fear
But as he opened his eyes a new world he saw
Through the rollercoaster ride upon the wind
The leaf began to see the world he never knew
He saw a world he never took the time to know
Flying up and down, round and round
He began to see those he had always looked down upon

And as the wind began to die down
The leaf slowly descended back to the ground
From way down there he looked up and longed for his old home
He longed to be playing in the wind again
But there he lay on the ground
His once red colour now gone
He put down his head to rest
Pink Pigs Jun 2013
Can I borrow your eyes if only for a moment
I seem to have lost all perspective
Lost my point of view
My glasses are so full of lies
Stains that will not wipe away
So could I please just borrow your eyes for but a moment
So I can once again see life
Without my own preconceived notions
To see what truly is there before me
To see the world in beauty once more
So please could I borrow your eyes
I want so badly to see
But my eyes are filled with so many tears
From all the hurt within
And I’m struggling to see beyond the pain within
So would you please
Would you let me see, for just a moment
All that you see
Would you lend your eyes out to me?
Would you let me see the truth that is hidden from me?
Would you lend me your eyes?
To see the beauty that I cannot anymore
To hear the laughter once more
To be free just for a moment
From all the labels that have been placed upon my soul
Would you let me see the truth of who I am
See the truth of who I am away from these preconceptions
Pink Pigs Jun 2013
The water tranquil and still before you
In the waters your reflection you do see
But nothing more than what already is
And what has always been

So there you stand searching the great unknown
Searching for meaning behind the glass before you
Searching for depth where there is none
For meaning where none can be found

But still you stand convinced there is something more
Convinced beneath the waters lies a soul you want to know
Convinced you can see through the pretence
Convinced you can see at all

So slowly you begin moving ever closer
Your toe now in the water
Neither hot nor cold
It changes with your own temperature

But still in you walk hoping to find
What exactly you’re not sure
So you walk in
Looking but not seeing

The water begins to move
Rising and falling
Like breath entering the chest cavity for a brief moment
Before once again departing from it

But the water stays clear
No ripples to be seen
The creature moving beneath unknown
But yet so inviting

And on you walk

— The End —