The Man behind the Mask

The Man behind the Mask
However, - As Alice will tell you - What you see is not necessarily - What you get !

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I think of myself as a Hippie, your opinion is noted for sure. I’m not lazy or dirty or weird, + I know not if there is a cure. I live my life as I do wish to, you may not be my number 1 fan. But I have my beliefs and my feelings, allow me them if you so can. Peace Justice + freedom are uppermost, in the mental list I have in my head.I am not for oppression + violence, my opinion, I feel, must be said. Don’t mock as I sit with my flowers, cut out all those jibes at my dress. Don’t treat me with contempt + with fury, it’s the World that is sat in a mess. I know I annoy you with questions, I know that you wish me away. But I’m here to stay + I promise, if you listen then you’ll realise one day. I am not full of hot air + rubbish, there are remedies that can be found. But we must work together, as comrades + work out the ideas that are sound. If you don’t + you shun me forever, don’t take in the things that I say. I’ll sympathise + continue to irritate, + always I'll remain so this way.

My Girls

My Girls
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Sunday, 3 May 2009

MAY. DAY. DREAM

I had a dream recently - one that gave me a degree of clarity of what was a yesterday, and; if the wind blows well along the road of tomorrow, with any luck, what be a future adventure of bliss may be - let me share, in verse

“Whilst taking a sip out of my glass - that was mirrored a bright, Emerald Green, I was taken aback to a memory, of a life before - 'picture the scene'
My teacher in robe of clear chiffon, how she danced with the freedom of air, She bid me join her with intoxication, and we strode to the Witch Wizards lair.
There were lights that did shine with such glimmer, how they shone with such sparkle and glow,
There was music that played a sweet melody, and I drifted with magical flow,
I embraced with heart filled of emotion, and ingested with spirit of youth,
For this future of fantasy beckoned, and for me, held a substance of truth
In these moments I’m content with the visions, that take me away from today,
An escape from what is reality - or so it would seem, 'they’ would say
My inner soul, it sees things of pure beauty - behind and beyond visual scene
And the darkness that waits dormant and silent, - opaque in such nightmarish dream
In these times that as fleeting as shadows, there’s a balance of good and of bad
But I weigh up the serenity given, and I'm more often happy, than sad,
Then back I do come as I waken, I return from my trip far away,
To see disappointment and with it frustration, of what is called normality - today”

Billy © Pleasant Dreams

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