0908031316 - dodoland

extract to the Stinger, stringer, side winger

0908031316 - dodoland


I'm cutting the bridge
see you back in dodoland.
piece of sand in the middle of the ocean,
Ocean of tears, ocean of fears
There where your chains await...

Will you learn to break them free this time
and breathe the air of freedom?

Like a breath taken too soon
Like an oath,
broken even before it was made,
Like the call of the wild,
tamed and canned and shelved
In the deepest recess of your heart

The window is open
Will you run, will you flee?
Or will you come back to your chains
And keep pulling to extend your reach of life?

Will you learn to take
More than is given to you
not like a beggar but an owner

Will you learn to breathe
There where your limit stands
then when you are out of breath
out from running away from any reason

Will you learn to fight
Then when the fight is over
even before you would have fired your shot
then when everyone else is backing out

Will you learn to give
Then when there is nothing left to give
But an oath, broken,
Even before it was spelt
Spat out hastily in the midst of a fight

Shot out of your sky you are panting and puffing
Out of breath, Out of faith
Asking yourself
If there are words to be read in between the lines
Eyes straining to see the meaning
There where there is none

You were right,
my heart belongs somewhere else.
It belongs to someone I've met
One day in the midst of my turmoil
One soul that was lost itself and seeking shelter from life
One soul that has crept into my life and made cosy
Rekindling the warmth in me
And now that soul is on the other side of the world,
Other side of the screen reading these very lines,
At this very moment...
Where time and space will freeze for a minute second
And listen to the chaos around
sing in symphony with the chaos inside...
And the blizzard will rise giving birth to a drop,
Tear drop, out of the blue, out of the mind
Rolls down her cheeks and flies through the air
Comes crashing heavily
Heavy from the pain that it conveys
Heavy from the joy it conveys
Not really knowing the meaning of its fall
Yet there is sense to what I write
Essence of my feelings for you
A sense to my living,
essence to my leaving
A direction to my quest.

We'll be walking the beaches,
staring at the horizon
Never hoping that another lies ahead
For I am and remain
The quiverer
Quiverin quiver full of darts
Out of sight
In the dark
Never hoping
Never willing
Yet ever so present
All for the same game
Insane at the blink of a thought
Blind to the mind, blind to the world
I'll be gone even before I ever came.
I was gone even before we ever met.

1901062311 - base

Yet upon thy return
dodoland ceased to be
for burnt to the roots it was
by news that came over the seas
that treason there had been
and reason, none was to be seen.

This was ever
the beginning of the end
as fire was to smoke.

carpe diem

The stingers' dart is under my skin.