If we fail to follow our dreams, we chase shadows instead.

So I am in the process of writing a script to the sequel of 1951 Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. I have already contacted Disney to get approval to write the script and here is what I have so far. Alice falls asleep as in the first one, but this time, she's not alone. Her cousin, Johnothon goes to look for her and ends up falling unconscience and ends up in Wonderland himself. Alice is wanted for Treason by the Queen of Hearts and finds out that The Mad Hatter and March Hare are sentenced to be beheaded. Can she save them and escape Wonderland with her cousin as she did before?

"Alice's Return to Wonderland"

MARTHA:
Thomas, have you seen your cousin, Alice?

THOMAS:
Why no, Aunt Martha, I haven’t.

MARTHA:
Where do you suppose that girl could be? Have you finished your school work?

THOMAS:
Yes Aunt Martha.

MARTHA:
And your chores?

THOMAS:
They are done.

MARTHA:
Good. Help me look for Alice, will you?

THOMAS:
Yes Aunt Martha.

MARTHA:
I tell you, I cannot turn my back, without her running off. Check the riverbank. You know as well as I do, she spends her time there, nose pressed into those books of hers.

ALICE:
Where am I? Dinah? Dinah! Why, this all looks oddly familiar. What’s this now? Why, that’s me!  Wanted for treason by her Majesty the Queen? (Silently) The Queen. Oh, no! Not again!
CHESHIRE:
And the momeraths outgrabe!

ALICE:
Oh no! It’s you again!

CHESHIRE:
Well it most certainly not the white Rabbit. Which reminds me, now that the “Cat is out of the bag”, what brings you here after such a long time? Chasing more rabbits, are we?

ALICE:
Oh no, no. Those days are far behind me.

CHESHIRE:
No matter, it’s good to see you again. Welcome back.

ALICE:
I only wish I could say the same thing! And I hardly call this a welcome.

CHESHIRE:
Beg pardon? Oh! I remember now! All the trouble you started during your last stay. You’ve become quite famous here in Wonderland.

ALICE:
You mean the trouble you started. And I do not wish to be famous. No matter, I am not staying, I am going home. Straight home! Just as soon as I find my way.

CHESHIRE:
Your way? Have you not learned? All ways here, are The Queen’s way!  And she very well would have had her way with you, had you not woken up when you did.

ALICE:
That’s it!

CHESHIRE:
What? Do I have a flea?

ALICE:
No, no. I’m asleep! I simply must wake myself up!

CHESHIRE:
Oh but you’ve just got here!

ALICE:
I don’t care! I’ve had my share of nonsense to last me one lifetime, thank you.

CHESHIRE:
Well, if you insist. Oh by the way, you’re not asleep.

ALICE:
But I am! I must be!

CHESHIRE:
It’s not practical!

ALICE:
What do you mean?

CHESHIRE:
For example: if you were asleep, you couldn’t possibly feel me do this!

ALICE:
Ouch! What in the world was that for?

CHESHIRE:
To help me prove my point! If you were asleep, you would still be there, not here. Seeing as you’re here and not there, you are not asleep!

ALICE:
Oh dear! This is all so dreadfully confusing.

CHESHIRE:
Oh, I wouldn’t say that.

ALICE:
Of course you wouldn’t! You’re as mad as anything else here.

CHESHIRE:
Including you.

ALICE:
I most certainly am not!

CHESHIRE:
You must be! Otherwise you would never have come here. As I told you before, we’re all mad here. During your last stay, you associated with more mad people than I care to remember.

ALICE:
That’s it! The Mad Hatter! I think I’ll visit him.

CHESHIRE:
I simply would not recommend it!

ALICE:
I think I know what I’m doing. I’ve done it all before.

CHESHIRE:
That was before. Everything is different nowadays. As I said, I wouldn’t recommend it.

ALICE:
And why not?

CHESHIRE:
You won’t find him there.

ALICE:
Well, where is he?

CHESHIRE:
Who?

ALICE:
The Mad Hatter of course!

CHESHIRE:
It doesn’t seem to come to mind. Although, if I were looking for the Mad Hatter, I would try the dungeon!

ALICE:
The dungeon?

CHESHIRE:
Yes, he was sentenced to be executed by The Queen! He’ll really lose his head over this, if you know what I mean.

ALICE:
Oh dear! I’ve got to save him!

CHESHIRE:
While you’re at it, try not to lose your own. Speaking of which, will you excuse me one moment. That’s better. This thing is always popping off. And it’s no wonder! I knew I had a ***** loose.

ALICE:
Why you’re no help at all!

THOMAS:
Alice! Alice!

ALICE:
He’s no help. I suppose I’ll have to do everything on my own, is that it?

THOMAS:
Alice!

ALICE:
Now what do you suppose he wants now?

ALICE:
Well?

CHESHIRE:
Well what?

ALICE:
But didn’t you just call my name?

CHESHIRE:
Of course not! I was busy practicing a harmony. It’s a trio as a matter of fact! Composed by me, myself and I!

ALICE:
I know you called my name!

CHESHIRE:
No I didn’t.

ALICE:
Oh really? Then who was it?

THOMAS:
Alice!

ALICE:
That sounds like, Thomas! Thomas? Is that you?

THOMAS:
Alice!

ALICE:
It is Thomas! I’m saved! Thomas! I’m here! I can hear you! Where are you?

THOMAS:
Alice!

ALICE:
I can hear you! Where are you?

(Alice and Thomas collide into one another.)

Together:
Oof!

THOMAS:
Alice, where have you been? Where are we?

ALICE:
How did you get here?

THOMAS:
I’m not entirely sure. Aunt Martha sent me to look for you, and I found you sleeping against a tree. After that, an apple fell on my head, and that’s all I remember.

ALICE:
Oh dear.

THOMAS:
No, I’m alright, not even a bump!

ALICE:
No, do you know what this means?

(Thomas is silent.)

ALICE:
It means that you are asleep too! And that we’re both having the same dream!

THOMAS:
That’s impossible!

ALICE:
No it’s true! Nothing is impossible, especially here. I’ll prove it!

THOMAS:
Go on, go on.

ALICE:
Well, do you remember the Cheshire cat I always talked about?

THOMAS:
Of course! How could I forget? But what has this got to do with-

ALICE:
Follow me!

THOMAS:
Slow down, Alice! I can’t keep up!

ALICE:
Hurry, Thomas! We’re nearly there!

THOMAS:
What is this about, Alice?

ALICE:
He was just, now where do you suppose he went?

THOMAS:
Who?

ALICE:
The Cheshire cat! Oh never mind!

THOMAS:
Wait, Alice, I’ve got it!

ALICE:
What?

THOMAS:
If we’re really asleep, maybe we can just yell really loud! I’m sure Aunt Martha or somebody will hear us.

ALICE:
Hmm I must say I’ve never tried it before. I guess anything is possible.

THOMAS:
Let’s give it a try.

ALICE:
Very well.

THOMAS:
Aunt Martha!

ALICE:
Mother!

THOMAS:
Aunt Martha!

ALICE:
Mother!

JACK CARD:
Hold it men! I heard voices! This way!

ALICE:
Thomas, hide!

THOMAS:
What on earth for?

ALICE:
Just trust me!

DECK OF CARDS:
Hup hup hup!

ALICE:
You see?

THOMAS:
Are those, cards?

ALICE:
They are not your ordinary deck of cards!

THOMAS:
This is not normal!

ALICE:
Nothing here is! Wait, shh!

JACK CARD:
They stopped! Have a look around, men!

ALICE:
On the count of three, Thomas, we’ll sneak out of the bushes and make a run for it. Ready?

TOGETHER:
One, two three-

JACK CARD:
Well, well. What do we have here? Why, Alice! Isn’t this a pleasant surprise? Take a look at this men, she even brought a friend.

THOMAS:
Leave my cousin alone you oversized playing card!

JACK CARD:
You’re both just in time for tea with the Queen! She’s been expecting you.

ALICE:
No, thank you. I’m sorry but I haven’t got the time. We are going home! Straight home!

JACK CARD:
But what is your rush? You’ve just got here! We have some catching up to do.

Some times it's better to be someone's second choice rather than someone's first mistake.

If one is to understand poetry, then he must remember this one thing; Poetry is not to be understood.

A somber sleep a quiet death
Unknown I draw my final breath.

Where have you gone?
Was it something they've said?
You've said "So long"
While there's still lines to be read

I miss your creative words
And the emotion that flows in you
They remind me of swords
Able to stab right through

You are a dreamer
A creator all your own
You are a father to your people
In times when you feel alone
And in our human right
A pool of blue flows through our veins
But if you were to bleed
Your blood would appear as ink

Have you put aside the pen
And pushed that dream away?
There's so much to write
About everything that happened today

You may be in a wrong place
Where nothing comes to mind
But there's another world for you
To just leave this one behind

You are a dreamer
A creator all your own
You are a father to your people
In times when you feel alone
And in our human right
A pool of blue flows through our veins
But if you were to bleed
Your blood would appear as ink

Houston we have lift off
All systems check
We've left the atmosphere

I miss the earth
And I love my wife
It all looks like a blur from here

I don't know how long I'll be
I'm lost in time without a trace
Turn on your T.V and you will see
That it's hard to be a man in space

Houston we have touch down
And everything is A-O.K
I found some rocks
I'd like to give my son
If I wasn't so far away

Houston Brian says he feels like a fool
Because he missed his daughters birth
Here in space were jolly giants
And two normal people down on earth

Houston we have a problem
If you're hearing this it's much too late
We've lost one engine
And the powers gone
It seems with destiny we have a date

Tell my wife I'm sorry
That I won't be home tonight
One day soon I know he'll understand
Why I'm not there to turn off the light

Houston everything is fine
We found our place in the stars
We're really floating on air
And I think we're heading for Mars

I find myself in awe of antiques, simply because I am antique. I'm quite  fragile, I'm a bit warn, perhaps even a bit dusty, however with every antique lies an interesting story behind it.

A boy only knows when to speak, while a man knows when to be silent.

Another thought inside my head
Still remains a memory
Another step I take down this road ahead
To me still seems a mystery

My feet are worn I can't go on
My heart it beats just like the drum
The place ahead seems so far
But its better than the place from where I've come  

Godspeed down the road that I must travel
Godspeed in the mountains I must climb
Godspeed through my body in the battle
Godspeed my way to my home into the sky

My body's weak and I feel wounded
Searching for someone to save the day
I've lost all hope I'm stranded in the darkness
Waiting for someone to light my way

Godspeed down the road that I must travel
Godspeed in the mountains I must climb
Godspeed through my body in the battle
Godspeed my way to my home into the sky

Godspeed down the road that I must travel
Godspeed in the mountains I must climb
Godspeed through my body in the battle
Godspeed my way to my home into the sky

Godspeed down the road that I must travel

There's still good to be had in this world if one only remembers to search for it.

You wouldn't throw stones at your own home if other people were, so why are you throwing them at yourself?

Even the greatest books have a blank page between chapters.

The secret to knowing everything is knowing nothing at all.

An author must have inspiration for the words they write in order to give them life.

A king is a king
With a very heavy crown.
And that king is a king
Until his crown falls down.
And when that crown
Falls to the ground,
The king is not a king
But instead he is the clown.

Hair black as night
And eyes as oceans blue
I won't forget you

The tears we've shared
And the rubble we've crawled through
I won't forget you

And the moments
That never revealed themselves
The things we promised
That we would do

I won't forget you
I can still see your face
I won't forget you
And your voice is one
That I could never replace
And there's a place in my heart
That will only be owned by you
I won't forget you

All the miles
That used to separate
Seem even longer than they were
It's true, I won't forget you

And all the moments we shared
Staying up so late
The minutes seem longer without you

And all the promises
Were they all in vain
I gave you everything I had to give
But I still couldn't stop the pain

I won't forget you
I can still see your face
I won't forget you
And your voice is one
That I could never replace
And there's a place in my heart
That will only be owned by you
I won't forget you

One voice cries in the wilderness
One voice cries alone
One voice calls the storms to cease
One voice to atone

In the name of love
What more in the name of love
In the name of love
What more in the name of love

One man walks like a miracle
One man represents
One hand stretched far to the east
The other to the west

In the name of love
What more in the name of love
In the name of love
What more in the name of love

Friday morning, like a velvet rose
Up the hill, comes a brand new day
Free at last, ah they took your life
But they could not take it to their graves

In the name of love
What more in the name of love
In the name of love
What more in the name of love

In the name of love
What more in the name of love
In the name of love
What more in the name of love

A poetic word has no power to enchant the mind without pertaining to the elegance of their reality.

No matter what I do
I'm always in the wrong
Your disappointment in me
Made me write this song

I'll tell you it's black
You'll tell me it's white
If it feels wrong to you
To me it feels alright

Patience is a virtue
That you couldn't afford
It's so much easier
If you slam the door

So put me in these chains
Throw away the key
Serving this sentence like the convict
That you see in me
You've got the wrong man
Tell me what is the crime
I've got to get out alive

You close your eyes
And make me out to be a thief
I run around in circles for you
But I still can't get relief

And no matter how hard I try
It's never enough
Is this a losing game
Am I not worthy of your love

Ignorance is bliss
But I'm not a happy man
All these questions through my head
Is this all part of a plan

So put me in these chains
Throw away the key
Serving this sentence like the convict
That you see in me
You've got the wrong man
Tell me what is the crime
I've got to get out alive

On that day, I felt that fire of fire
For in my heart burned such desire
And Such desire had I not wanted more.

'Twas a vision and captured thought
Another place I dare forgot
And my longing left my soul to wrought!
Their splendid secrets left beyond the door.

A child's shadow lived in the walls
To every book their voice would call
Music filled the air and God forbid they fall
And shall the memory reside forevermore!

War is Hell
                                                Love is War.

Take the women and the children
And move them to higher ground
The fires spreading wide across the land

Don't believe the news
Or a single word they tell you
Stay with me because I swear I have a plan

Do you see me
Do you see me worried
Don't you think I know
That everything is wrong
Do you see me
Do you see me worried
But I've still got time to write one last song

A fire just broke out
In the parking lot and lobby
Unlock your doors, get out while you can

There's people fighting
Trying to throw each other in the fire
People hit their knees
And pray to the high command

Do you see me
Do you see me worried
Don't you think I know
That everything is wrong
Do you see me
Do you see me worried
But I've still got time to write one last song

Do you see me
Do you see me worried
Don't you think I know
That everything is wrong
Do you see me
Do you see me worried
But I've still got time to write one last song

I sit outside more often,
Taking notice of everything
That I feel like I hadn't seen before.
The sun on my skin feels so different.
The birds sing a different song.
The grass looks a bit more green
And until now I never watched
A flower bloom.

This is a musical number i wrote for a scene  on a play i am writing titled Mister Gates and the Return From Nowhere. In this scene Mister Gates is being followed home by bums.


BUMS:
It's a cruel, dull life
In the slums, (In the slums)
Considered by the village
We are bums, (we are bums!)

You have silken sheets
And warm feather beds
We have city streets
With a rock to lay our heads!

(TO MISTER GATES)

Please, Mister! Please!
Could you spare a moment of your time?
A portion of your love
Indeed Could make a world so fine!
Please, Mister, Please!

Mister Gates:
I work all day,
To the common man I'm a slave!
And yet the people here
Expect me to give it all away!

Bums:
Think about the children,
Do you have any of your own?
Winter's here again at last
And we are forced to roam!

Our stomachs all are empty,
But our dreams they are full
We are down to our last shilling
A life of a *** is absolutely cruel!

Please, Mister! Please!
Could you spare? Be so kind!
A portion of your copper
Would feed their children and mine!
Please, Mister Please!

Mister Gates:
Senseless lot!

Bums:
Mister, please show some heart!

Mister Gates:
Filthy slobs!

Bums:
By the rest of the world, forgot!

Mister Gates:
Dreadful sobs!

Bums:
We haven't got alot!

Mister Gates:
Why don't you get a job!

Bums:
Please, Mister! Please!

Mister Gates:
I tell you, I will not! GOOD DAY!

(Door slams)

My blood flows blue
Yet is as black
As ink through my veins
I write mostly lies,
Yet still some subtle truth remains

With just hands
At last through years
I gazed upon that yonder shore. 
Above the mist and smoke
Where men would dare claim
Earth. 
Such a vision appeared
Of that Golden Palace
That divine rod 
That separates myself 
From my dreams.
Blessings to the dreamers, still
Even in the night's own hour
They still long for what the 
Heart desires. 
Amidst the Autumn 
Afar the Altar 
Yond that threshold there
That Golden vision
I peered through tears.
Such a vision for the blind 
It would aspire their view
Towards the very
Face of Christ.
Direct your paths 
Through  that starry night 
That gentle morn.
Hear me Aurora!
Your kindred spirit 
Of yesterday's departure.
Memory, a fantasy
Absurd though dire, still
Deceived I was not
Captivated, brought forth
Against her silver lined glory
In the Golden Vision pure 
Through the starry night.

Many "wise men" lead lives of secret stupidity.

Art is reckless.  
Artists splatter paint across their canvas.

Poetry itself is reckless.
  We splatter our words across the readers minds.

The wave leaves the ocean, but not all of it returns.

To the reader in a worthy note, now lying before me, alluding to an observation I made years ago, of the mechanism of English Literary culture. By the by, I cannot think, this precise form of allegory, though the reader himself acknowledges is not in accordance with originality, with which I hold precise and in tact. There are, however, some errors regarding the style and the art of literature, whereas constructing what makes a proper tale. Either literature, will provide a proper thesis-or the writer forces himself to work in accordance with the basis of his own justly narrative. Key points, in fact, as I know so well of, is first designing- generally to allow the reader to comprehend, yet not fully understand. Nevertheless a story is there not to understand, but only  to accept.

Two men were drafted for war.
One turned to the other and said,
"I find it odd that we leave our own family
To keep each other's families safe."

The man turned to him and said,
"I'll make a deal with you.
If you fight to protect my family,
Then I will die protecting yours."

"The Answer is No"- a musical number for a play I'm writing.  

Mother:
What about a baker

Main
There's one already up the road

Mother
Or you could be a tailor

Main
I don't know a thing about clothes

Mother
You could have a life as a librarian
And put books on the shelves

Main
I'm sorry to disappoint you mother
But That's for someone else

Mother I see more
When people run
I want to soar
To places I've never seen before
I'd like to live out all my dreams
And if it's not what it seems
Then you'll be the first to say I told you so
But until that day mother
The answer is no

Mother
Darling you could fall
Flat on your face

Main
But I could also watch where I step
And yep! I'm still in the race

Mother
You're far too young
I know what you'll go through

Main
Mother it's time to shift I  have a gift
And one day It'll take care of you

Even when I'm awake
I want to dream
When people whisper
I want to scream
I have my voice to be heard
It doesn't sound absurd
And if the worst should happen
I know where to go....
Until that day mother, the answer is no

Mother
But don't you see...

Main
Let me live my dream, mother
The answer is no!

Yond woman fair
I beguiled not
How strangely had she taken my fancy
And had her sweet uncertainty
Would enchant the wondering eye.
A force, which would be unreasonable
To be reckoned with.
Thank Heaven!
That morals are a thing of the past.
And even a Gentleman fine
Could dare wander
Into the underlying territory
Which is mistaken for Love!

You won't always be someone's favorite. Some people prefer wine while others prefer something a little bit more strong like whiskey.

It was many a year ago 
And even longer still,
In this lighthouse by the shore,
That I was sure I heard a noise,
A scream at my chamber door.

At that moment my soul grew weary,
My spirit naught but ash
Which had carcassed and fell upon the floor.
And my shadow still, by Earth and Will,
Which Surpassed me 
Long ago in the forsaken days
Of Yore.

At that moment in my heart
There was a certain burning
Soon there became a  
Constant Yearning
A desire that I had long
Forgot about before. 
A series of utter bedlam 
Which had never frightened me before.

Moments passed 
With no mere word 
Which was spoken 
Though remained unheard.

As I kept to myself
Upon my many books of lore 
As their voices broke the 
Untaimed silence 
And fell upon my ****** ear

"Shall I intrude 
This proven evil?
Is it man, or is it devil
Which made this deafening shrill upon my door?
Beast or human who so
Dared to leave his darkened 
Shadow upon the floor?"

At my door 
There came a sudden tapping
With many voices overlapping 
The voice of those 
Who had been dead and gone
Long before
Once a knock, nothing more.

The flames of Hell 
Grew in my eyes
From my chair
I was yet to rise
presently here
and no further
My soul I could pertain
No longer 
My faith doubted by the 
Very thing which stood
Behind my entrance door.

"Sir," said I. "Forgive me
If I seem mistreating
But the simple fact is 
Entrance indeed you are 
Entreating"
I stood there my heart ever beating. 
"Late is the night
I have no room to borrow
Though indeed you
may Return tomorrow 
Surely your departure
I must implore.
I admit I have not remained
A well kept host
I am a man not visited my most
I have my doubts 
And I became engrossed
Whem I was sure I heard you
Knocking at my chamber door"

Sometimes you wonder what the mystery of life is, then you realize that itself is the mystery.

A Poet comprehends the most about love, however in ironic commentary, they have experienced the least amount of it.

My Own Version of Clementine (Oh My Darling song)

In the mountains
Thro the valleys
Lived a girl with hair so fine

She had soon been
A poorly widow
And her name was Caroline

Oh my darling
Oh my darling
Oh my darling Caroline
You never saw the roses for you
That I held poor Caroline

And the husband
Whilst he laid there
She remained clung to his side

Never leaving
Always pleading
That she would soon never cry

Oh my darling
Oh my darling
Oh my darling Caroline
You never saw the roses for you
That I held poor Caroline

And the warm days
Turned to winter
And the thorns fell from the pine

When they found her
Thro ice that bound her
And laid to rest dear Caroline

Oh my darling
Oh my darling
Oh my darling Caroline
You were lost but never lonely
Found again, poor Caroline

People like us don't change. We just do a little better each time.

In the highest hopes of Heaven
Do the radiant angels
Call the name of Helen.
Who's beauty is fair
Much like they which do dwell there.
Who's eyes do resemble
The stars at night that are assembled
To throw such light upon a wanderer far.
How thine beauty is to me,
Upon the waves of that crystal sea
And I do not by any means
Speak such truth for just pleasantries.
But the words embedded in my heart
Have kept their stay by your own part.
Though how the moon holds my envy
For upon that brim are you perched,
Praised by many.
And though I'm certain I hold your pity,
You remain to hold my heart.

Fear is the father
Of all things imagined
Though never accomplished.
Our joy of life forbids us
To spread our wings
And soar into the unknown mystery
Of the land known as dreams.
The thing that separates
The dreamer from his dreams
Is the solemn fear of falling asleep.
Hesitantly through the nights own hours
He fears what has not been
But does not comprehend
What is yet to come.
Blessings to those
Who finds themselves at rest
Even in dreams, they long for
What the heart desires.

Release your hold from me
Turn me loose and let me fly
Over hilltops green
I'll soar with wings on High
The world below me
Is a picture frame
While I'm in a place
Where everyone knows my name

I have a home
On the other side of the skyline
Saying Goodbye
To a life I never knew
Birds like me are meant to fly
Towards a place
That's much bigger than I
Just on the other side
Of the skyline
There's a world I've never seen
With smiling faces
The grass is always green
On the other side

My eyes that look like yours
Are two great mirrors
To turn the pages
And open doors
May there always be wind in your trees
And the stars to light your way
I hope there's a breeze in your sails
With the smell of a bright new day
I can't tell you anything
That you don't already know
I have a home in the sky
And the bible tells you so



I have a home
On the other side of the skyline
Saying Goodbye
To a life I never knew
Birds like me are meant to fly
Towards a place
That's much bigger than I
Just on the other side
Of the skyline
There's a world I've never seen
With smiling faces
The grass is always green
On the other side

A library is for those who have eyes to see what's there to not be seen, and the ears to hear that which is not spoken.