Synchronicity

Crystallized

Amid frozen dreams and falling skies,

A rush of blood flows to the heart - 

Till its walls fall – leaving us alone.

Follow me –

Your heart beats like mine.

Synchronous.

Around us lies a world,

Loud and incoherent –

With its clinging and clanging,

Drowned out by hearts

Beating as one.

Free from the chains

Of this world and its ties –

That bind.

Follow me –

Until we find,

The world as we want it to be –

Somewhere beyond a rainbow,

Where worries and cares –

Disappear.

A world where stars and skies collide

Where heartbeats and dreams live.

Forever –

Crystallized

Heartbeat as one

Once Upon a Dream

ICARUS

A Man did Fly

Oceans pull us down.
If we fall in love with the sun - 
We fall from the sky.
But - in these dark days,
There is nothing left to learn
Except how to fly.
So - teach me to fly, 
Or cushion my fall below - 
To hell’s dark fire.

Writer's Note
I've never understood the Myth of Icarus, or maybe as a young boy, reading the story of Icarus and Daedarus, I took the wrong lesson from it. 

Yes, Icarus flew too close to the sun, but briefly, if only for a short while, he flew higher than any man had ever flown before. He lived more in those few seconds than if he had lived a thousand more years.

Yes, Icarus flew too close to the sun, but he still flew.

What Dreams are Made of

The Mythology of Creation and the Creation of Mythology

“The Mythology of Creation and The Creation of Mythology: The very act of creation (and is that not what myth making is), is a shared act. When I write "the sky is blue", there is a world of meaning behind it, but more importantly, there is a world of meaning still to be created by those that read such simple words”

All dream...but not equally

There is a strong connection between dreams, storytelling and myths. If myths and the making of myths (and is that not what storytelling is?) are a way for humanity to resolve its existential dilemmas, dreams (unconscious mythmaking) could be said to serve the same purpose. We make meaning of our world by the mythmaking process. In dreams, as in storytelling, we make meaning not just of the world, but of ourselves.

Myths and Legends

Duality

 “We are all of us, built on a foundation of myths that contain their opposites, both logical and lived. What does it mean to be called good, if evil and the potential for evil do not live in the world and in you?”

Myth come true

Humanity has always been interested in myths. It’s borne out of  our desire to understand the world. Myths are how humanity makes sense of what can often seem a strange, cruel and unforgiving world. Imagine the first people to see lightning. How terrified would they have been?

Of Strings and Broken Things

The Marionette

A world of puppets - 

tangled in strings.

Trapped with ties that bind - 

to a cruel unflinching world.

But we close our eyes.

Pretend to be free.

Pretend we do not see - 

The strings that bind you and me.

There are no strings on me

Shooting Holes

The Siren

Sing a simple song

A siren that guides mankind

on its way back home

You and me...

There's something about Haiku

5-7-5

A haiku a day

keeps the good doctor away

So I always say

Left, to inner peace

Love in the Time of Science Fiction

The Void

Beyond a dark and silent yonder,

A distant sun hides a star that burns -  

incandescent and all consuming.

Leaving faint dust and monochrome

supernova trailing its wake.

A distant light - a kind of foghorn,

calling out in blackest night,

Evaporates nightmares - 

Leaving daydreams behind,

Of love - borne of first sight.

Traps us all night

Lost in Wonderland

The Looking Glass 

Alone – in a crushing, faceless sea. 

Trapped by the looking glass – a mirror for the universe, 

The hidden door all around us.

Egress for the soul, 

Keeping a universe at bay.

Rush headlong and drink its world in. 

Lose yourself in its seductive charm. 

Fly through a one-way entrance, 

Through a screen door forever ajar –

to a world locked away

A rushing flood – 

Draining beat-by-beat, humanity’s heart. 

None care break free from its seductive chain. 

On the way down, we rush everlong – 

into the seductive rabbit hole. 

Through the looking glass we go –

Racing to a rocky bottom

Hiding a lonely place of dying.

There we wait, to wither away 

And fritter away our joyful youth. 

Head bowed, and led astray

By lifeless bright lights that hold

Plastic memories and dreams. 

Headlong and headstrong–we come of age 

Ensnared by jailers we chose – trapped in a looking glass

Death and its spiral

Harlequinade, or Of Happy Nights and Dark Days

CURTAINS

Harlequinade – A mannequin world,
A cruel, dim stage devoid of life.
Actors wearing dark, twisted masks
Hideous smiles frozen in pantomime.

Smiles hiding darkness
perverting laughter and mirth
Smiles that never reach the eyes
while the knife quietly slips deep.

Never fear–the dam breaks
The curtain slips, all is laid bare 
To see, the darkness in their hearts
Glimpsed on their faces

The Phantom within