My Frankenstien

Larger than life, was my dream. A vision so vast, it ridiculed me. I was the creator of this Frankenstein and it threatened to submerge, in its shallow grandiose. I saw through the plot very early, and side stepped the temptation of getting sucked in. Why did i dream this nightmare? The only escape is for me to destroy it. The Creator has to be the slayer, the Doctor has to be the grave digger. Slowly and subtly i make the vision disappear into the dusty haze of nothingness. Now i can breathe again. I dare not, however, go back to sleep. For i shall dream again.

Today The Snow by Alan Baker

Today the snow, and tonight it lies on my car, and on all the roads that she must go. To be in a warm hotel in midwinter, isn't that enough comfort? Today the snow, tomorrow I will save you from the rest of your life, or is it mine? I would like to help someone to live after my death - eyes, liver, kidneys, pancreas left on the fields of morning while I'm in a dreamless sleep. What could be more idyllic than an exhibitionof the latest luggage? Are your shoes clean, young man? One believes so. And who are we? To argue, that is. I earn a living, recount colourful episodes from my past, swell my feet on crystals of white. Isn't that enough? But no. 'Our researches must continue' and there are language courses yet to be complete. The latest adult films to be watched. Slide softly into the bed of white. Protect the night, snow, and don't allow yourself to be fooled.

Oh, The Places You'Ll Go - Poem by Theodor Seuss Geisel

Congratulations! Today is your day. You're off to Great Places! You're off and away! You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go. You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care. About some you will say, 'I don't choose to go there.' With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street. And you may not find any you'll want to go down. In that case, of course, you'll head straight out of town. It's opener there in the wide open air. Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you. And then things start to happen, don't worry. Don't stew. Just go right along. You'll start happening too. OH! THE PLACES YOU'LL GO! You'll be on your way up! You'll be seeing great sights! You'll join the high fliers who soar to high heights. You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed. You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you'll be best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest. Except when you don't. Because, sometimes, you won't. I'm sorry to say so but, sadly, it's true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you. You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You'll be left in a Lurch. You'll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you'll be in a Slump. And when you're in a Slump, you're not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done. You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked. A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win? And IF you go in, should you turn left or right... or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around back and sneak in from behind? Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind. You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles cross weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place... ...for people just waiting. Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or the waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting. Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for the wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting. NO! That's not for you! Somehow you'll escape all that waiting and staying You'll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you'll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you're that kind of a guy! Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. Fame! You'll be as famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world watching you win on TV. Except when they don't Because, sometimes they won't. I'm afraid that some times you'll play lonely games too. Games you can't win 'cause you'll play against you. All Alone! Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something you'll be quite a lot. And when you're alone, there's a very good chance you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won't want to go on. But on you will go though the weather be foul. On you will go though your enemies prowl. On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl. Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak. On and on you will hike, And I know you'll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are. You'll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You'll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life's a Great Balancing Act. Just never foget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left. And will you succeed? Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.) KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS! So... be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea, You're off the Great Places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So...get on your way!

The Karmic Love

When i heard that you cheated on me with a young, virile & handsome Guy and all of 25 years... I felt crushed. When i saw your Guy, young, handsome and all of 25 years... I felt defeated. When i saw you so eager to please him in spite of his crude and rough behaviour... I felt surprised. When i saw you, in the bar getting pushed around for picking up fights with the teen girls, with whom your Guy flirted shamelessly... I felt Good. When i saw you getting beaten up black and blue by the girls and thrown out while your Guy just stood and watched... I felt pity. When i saw you lying on the floor all bloodied and beaten, while your Guy ran away with the pretty 19 year old... I felt sorry. When i saw you slowly shuffling across to the bench in the park in your bloodied clothes and tangled unruly hair... I felt sad. When i sat beside you and tried to talk to come away with me, you stared past me and kept muttering under your breath and rocking to and fro, as if you were alone in this World... I felt concerned. When i couldn't stand your body odour anymore, i got up to go and i gazed into your empty, watery eyes. I felt that i had lost you forever... You kept rocking your body and muttering to yourself,empty eyes kept searching the void... I felt pained. This girl was a stranger to me. I remember her as a strong, funny and happy. I had lost her somewhere in that arms of the young, virile and handsome Guy. I had lost her in that bar and on the streets outside. I lost her sometime during those times... I felt indifferent. I got up from the bench to leave.

The Truth

What is the weight of Truth? Is it as light as a feather? Is it as dense as smoke from a forest fire? Is it as brittle as Sand paper? Or does it just dissolves in the World. In a World filled with sarcasm, treachery and false pretences. Does it dissolve like a spoon of salt in water? Where there is no trace, no sign it ever existed. Truth be told, but it is invisible. But its presence is felt everywhere, every moment. Not unlike God. So is truth God?