The mirror always laughs first
Spilling light onto imperfections
Alienated from the image in the dream.
A silent curse,
The accusation must remain to this world unrevoked.
Instead pretence must tissue tear stains,
To sundry up a surface glycerine.

Social man has broken all ties with nature’s earth,
He created machines capable of producing images
So he needn’t deny it.
Social Woman was always more comfortable inside
She expressed no claim of love for the landscape
Found no comfort amongst the soil
No romance laying in the dirt.

But yes, the mirror attacks.
The symptom is always one of weakness,
Of the self not having the power to leave itself alone.
The body distorts the mind at first,
Paving the way gradually for more active decline.
We hold it to ourselves to feel worth, or lack thereof.
You can’t sing the tune effectively, without first trying to think like you’re someone else.
Someone that same mirror fails to recognise.

Keep ahead of the crowd so you’re not held back
Expectations will ruin you more than your fears.
Talent is to others that which they lack
Mystery and purpose are all the mind reveres.

Imagine a world
without fear...
We'd all throw ourselves
off buildings
and cliffs
thinking we could fly.

                                       Imagine a world
                                       without love...
                                       it wouldn't look
                                       much different
                                       to what it is now.

When I didn't receive your card this year
I wasn't upset, or wanting to read those pointless words.
I was happy because you stopped trying to pretend  you were a good father.
And for a split second... I even thought you were dead.
I wasn't sad at that thought either. I may have even danced at the thought.
But my memory is fuzzy.

Today, 21 days after my birthday,
My family decided to stop protecting me & supply the truth behind my thoughts.
They gave me the cards you had sent for Christmas & for the day I became a year older.

"If your special day is anything like you..."
Was the cheap ******* note on the front.
If the card was plain.. it wouldn't have mattered so much
But the fact you bought a card that refferred to you actually knowing me
Makes me sick to my stomach. In fits of rage I tore up that card
And abused you, even though your whereabouts is a mystery & you couldn't hear me.
They told me to be quiet and calm down... Tell me, Dad, how could I be quiet when you cause me so much pain & anger?
They didn't see my tears, they never do.

After I had walked out that afternoon & sat at a beach for hours I came home
Only to hear my Grandfather apologize for hurting me.
Why, Dad, should he apologize for the pain you caused?
I hate it, Dad, when Grandad says sorry to me.
You, dad, ****** up so badly. I was hoping you were dead...

Waves crash and roll longer than existance, they carry more love than any heart could ever hold and shelter more than a mother could ever protect. Waves, seas and oceans are more powerful than any white, black, pink, or green president could ever expect to be. Humans or any animal for that matter should fear the ocean more than a predator or serial killer because the ocean is a killer. It's dangerous. The water doesn't strive for power, respect or eternity, it was given those things. I do not fear the water, if for some reason it wants to take me, I will let it. Theres no point in fighting against something so pure and beautiful. If religion was forced upon me, I would not choose to worship any god-like figure I would simply worship the ocean as it can and will promise me everything a 'god' will. It will give me protection, love, eternal existance and a certain death.

Every afternoon after school
I'd get to your house
as fast as my legs would take me
and let myself in through the back door.

Seeing your face as you spun around to see me
was the brightest part of my day.
Even though you had issues with your legs
you'd still get up as fast as possible.

Hugs off your Grandfather
who has always been like a father to you
is the best thing a girl could ever recieve.

You'd lead me into the garage
and I'd take all caution uncovering the machine,
the motorbike. The work in progress.
And the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

You used to get me to hold the bolts while you ******* them in
because I have small hands that could reach where your warm ones wouldnt.
We'd spend hours on the Harley fixing it, building it.
Nanny would watch and laugh at how intrigued I was
because she thought that you'd bore me. You never did.

And when mother came it was hard to tear me away from the bike
I didn't want to leave. I wanted to help you finish.
But, I'd come back tomorrow and roll up mysleeves
just to hold more screws and listen to your technical talk.
I could sit for hours and just listen. You're so wise.
You taught me so much. I love you Grandad.

The moon,
a shy beauty,
only emerges at night.
And the sun, only in day.
Funny how they're always chasing
each other. Always one behind the other.
Silly, though, how only once in years do they cross paths
like the cat and mouse chase is over only for moments
then it begins again.
A cycle. Just like everything else in life.
Life in itself is a cycle
as is love, happiness, good and evil.