take a ride on a magic carpet
fly away from the little things
chase those whims and thrills
conquer dreams in the realm of kings

hold tight and find purchase
the ride down is no delight
the only way from up is down
to fall is the only way to wake

fly and make your own time,
bridge the chasm between the two
all of nothing is a principle,
afforded by only a few.

there was no past
to remember,
and forget,
there is no future,
to long for,
and wait,
there is no present,
to consider,
and let go,
there is nothing
to honestly think about
anymore,

yet when you walk past,
my eyes wonder,
did you hear my desire
in the sigh of breath
that left my lips
and make their way
to yours

you make no sense,
but you are fire
and I've been cold
for far too long.

smile;
stretched far,
felt deep,
without effort,
in much speed,
across layers
of emotion, cognition and soul,
in effect after,
and before,
true confession,
quiet storm,
honorary silence,
dishonest calm,
fragmented,
prosaic,
maimed,
the untold story,
that love game.

It was better when I didn't know about you,
it was better, when my heart didn't ache
in the distressed night, you chased away
my fantasies with your face

I now have a name,
to cry out, and reach for,
while I draw a blank,
I have nothing better to dream for

more than my fantasies,
your reality I desire,
my prize, my possession,
my ever burning fire

It was better when I didn't know about you
It was better when my heart didn't ache
for with your smile, and unspoken eyes,
you took my heart away.

there are a thousand things unsaid
in the silence that follows,
when I tell you I'm upset,
and you leave me feeling hollow

after the countless ways I tried
to make you feel better
the comfort that I shared,
wouldn't have been, with another

a hug was all it would have taken
for me to feel like I'm not mistaken
to wear my heart open on my sleeve,
oh please just make me believe.

to be continued...

There are many ways to home,
some I've taken,some not known,
there are things I've left behind,
pieces of what was once mine.

In places, things and people;
carriers of my past,
there are questions I answered,
some answers took me far.

I had voices tell me things,
some nice and some withering,
in the silence they often got lost,
mine eventually losing its plot.

Funnily while the world is round,
life doesn't usually come around,
in its tumble and toil it's all well made
the mechanism for blinkers to fade

I have now the learned my mistake,
which I made, oh so often,
in my quest for the chosen one,
I left many locks unopened.

Sullen shoes and withered hats,
find revelations in dark corners
like a fairy tale, is also,
only the brave get the honors.

I thought I learnt
how to walk on them heels
with the risk of flight
and the shame faced plight
of knowing I could fall,
and the world will know it all,
but I thought I'd mastered the art
of walking on a difficult path,
with those heels on.

Apparently I had not,
so head over heels I went,
right into the circle of judgment,
and with my dark places exposed,
and the air on my face blowing cold
I just walked up,
and kept walking ahead.

With only a slight limp in sight.