Wednesday 26 March 2014

I remember tomorrow, like it was yesterday.

I remember tomorrow, like it was yesterday.

Tomorrow, I remember, I will-do go for one of those all to oft put-off walks,
On it I will see-saw so many dogs
many of whom I will-did wish to meet,
with many owners I wish to-did-do not.

Tomorrow, I meet-met with a friend of old,
Re-recalling, tall tales till all tales to tell were told.
I remember that I remember I must go,
And remember I must remember: to meet them again.

Tomorrow, I remember I found-finded the words,
Which found-find the cause
Of all the flaws
Of all the ways that all things are do-done and rue-run
In the live long life I'm lived-live-living.

Tomorrow, I said-say it to be hear-heard
by a herd of members of the
“Who-we-need-when-we-need-em” s
and they did-do storm the citadel of the “in-the-way-of-change”er's
While I sing-sang the song of all my woes and dangers.

Afterwards a great cake is-be-will-be cut in my name!
I am be-will be knighted without have having to slew-slay the dragon,
And I do-did dub her: serendipity.
She flew-flies me where I need to be and when I need to be:
Which would be ... now.

When-where the calendar becomes a clock
Tick, tick, tocking, stalking and sticking
To the second-minute-moment before home time in final period
To when my eager beavers aim to owe all the hopes held in my hope bank
(kept safely beneath my bed, hidden from hope heisters)
To an anticipated, reinstated, pre-state-state of nostalgia.

This of course means, that I remember tomorrow unlikely precisely as it may have-will have happened...

But who amongst you;
before the grand chrono-chronological here-now-then-when court,
would not be found guilty
of embellishing what you relish?

Relish it now.
Remember it as it may not happen, then hope it does.
Have a sentimentality about the days not yet old.
Tell tall tales of tall tales not yet told.
And remember to remember it tomorrow,
when tomorrow and today:
is today and yesterday.

Wednesday 19 March 2014

A highschool student's parents don't want them to pursue acting.

I was led by the words of men long dead
To a path
to you.
It was new to me, and you were too.

I loved you; you rejected me.
I fought you and you beat me.
I acted valiantly and you made me feel ashamed.

On this, I've reflected.
Of this, I've inspected.
From this I've concluded:
Nothing justifies your sudden, certain leaving.

I rolled the dead mens' phrases
On my wet tongue
Till they were wet and it was numb
Till I forgot what I was remembering
And thought their words were my very own.

From this madness I went dumb,
and in dumbness: my body writhed:
I racked it to compacting into insignificance,
Wretched it beyond stretching what it's little limbs could ever reach.
All in attempts to, without words, cry:
"I'm not beautiful! ... Embrace me anyway ..."

I harvested every experience and every relationship;
no thought nor feeling, no matter how innocent,
was not molested and made sacrifice to you.

Now I know how to be naked without disrobing.

Now I fall in love with wisps of smoke, only to weep at their passing.

I've learned to hide my virtues and celebrate in my sins.
And here, beneath all the blood and bile, I've found you again.
Pure, imperfect: you ...

And just as sudden as you're there, you're gone.
So I make chase, unclean and unkempt.
Maybe I'll hold on longer next time ...

Wednesday 12 March 2014

My sister is a wizard!

My sister is a Wizard:
She showed me my first magic trick using a handkerchief and a cup with cinnamon toast crunch in it. Her powers vanished when I peaked under the handkerchief to reveal a small sliding mirror. I did this even after she told me not to. A wizard should have known better.

My sister is a Scientist:
She showed me that liquid can go just over the rim when you fill up a cup. She showed me this every day we went to get a drink of Kool-aid, and every time she'd say “It's a science experiment.” I would sulk at this ... When would I get to do science experiements?

My sister is a Warrior:
At the bus stop and on the playground she struck fear and shame in the hearts of my enemies; reminding them all, “If you mess with him, you mess with me! And don't bother sending your older brothers or sisters: they're also scared of me!”

My sister is a Trap Checker:
She went to the same schools as me, but she would go first. All of our teachers were surprised how very different we were. Mostly in the area attendance and good behaviour. I'm not saying I was more well behaved than my sister, but I certainly got caught less than she did.

My sister is 'Hitch' (Before there was the movie Hitch):
She set me up on my first date, with her friend's sister. Unfortunately, I didn't know that it was a date before, during or even after the fact. And I wouldn't for many years later ...

My sister is an Athlete:
We both took part in soccer, volleyball, softball, badminton, golf, martial arts and the occasional videogame.
I am not ashamed to say she destroyed me at all of these ... Don't make fun! She'll wipe the floor with you, too ... but I will beat her at cards ... one day ...!

My sister is a Bride:
I watched her go through her share of frogs before she found her prince. And when they asked me to speak at her wedding, I was speechless ... but I spoke anyway. Everyone cried.

My sister is The Best Sister:
She's my first friend.
She will never truly know how proud of her I am, and that's alright.
I have the rest of our lives to find the right words that will inform her.
Until then:
Happy Birthday
To my Li'l Big Sister.