dreams

(Ain’t It Sad) How Things Turn Out to Be

When I was young,

I was so carefree,

At least that’s how

It seems to me,

Ain’t it sad

How things turn out to be?

 

Full of hope,

Full of passionate dreams,

A thrilling new world

Lay right before me,

Ain’t it sad

How things turn out to be?

 

Glass half full,

Then it’s half empty,

My mood can change

So very unpredictably,

Ain’t it sad

 How things turn out to be?


 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=57MUtZbXChM

Author's Notes/Comments: 

 (Ain’t It Sad) How Things Turn Out to Be began life as a song, written and recorded in 2016, although, as the lyrics make manifestly clear, it stems from one of my episodic ‘glass half empty’ periods.

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Relinquishing

Dreams are wishfull thinking

That everyone needs

That stops us all from sinking

At least so i believe


They take us away from all this shit

No one can deny

But never let your heart commit

To maybe you can fly


Reality comes keen each day

As we open up our eyes

All the cobwebs fall away

relinquishing the prize.

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Dreams

Dreams and shadows. Fragments chase each other as reality and fiction blur and time loses meaning.

 

Yesterday becomes confused with the more distant past, and the dead live and eat and talk.

 

Faces alter, although voices remain true. In a dream, two people can become one.

 

Dreams. A hidden furnace. Or a peaceful respite.

 

Important dreams. Less important ones.

 

Each night, everyone dreams, but only some people remember the dreams.

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Stargazing

Everyone needs a guiding star,

At one point or another in their lives...

 

The first time I laid my eyes on you,

I knew that there was this -

Profound connection...

Between you life and mine.

I could be your star

And you could be mine.

Together we'll discover what's more

In this vast, dark universe.

 

I've laid my eyes on you,

And everything is bright and beautiful.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(c) angeljerlin - Starry night. You are my favorite star.

22/Sep/2014

Nueva Ecija, Philippines

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Death of Infatuation

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Light and Dark

I've never seen an angel bleed

Till I stood with knife in hand

I've never seen a devil cry

Till I looked once through it's eyes

 

You were my drug

Long before I acclimated

Long before withdrawal

I needed you to survive

 

I can feel your eyes on my back

Can't you hear me?

I'm silent on the outside

But screaming on the inside

I'm soul-lost

I can't find who I am anymore

 

Maybe I'll be fine

Perhaps I will survive

But I just don't know if

I can outlast your memory

 

If I lose myself in drugs and dreams

Or fly away to places and things

To fill the gap you left behind

Consuming body, soul, and mind

 

But there is no need

To conjure dreams

When life comes

In such radiant colors

 

They say Pandora is to blame

Her curiosity brought us pain

And fear of darkness in the night

But there was hope in candle-light

 

From the dark, a light will shine

Before the day, the night has gone

And now we know it burns so fine

That is why it's called, breaking dawn.

 

And maybe, just maybe

That which dies gives birth to something new

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Needs a better title

error... error... does not compute christmas

Error..error.. happy Christmas?.. does not Compute…

By jfarrell

 

(happy xmas, seasons greetings to all)

 

The time for cheer…

The time for goodwill and happiness to all people…

A time for miracles?…

Perhaps….

 

Xmas is a time for families;

Xmas is a time for friends;

….……………………………………..

….…error!.. alert!…. error……. error…….. does not compute…… error…

 

 

Sorry, my bad, I forgot….

Just said ‘goodbye’ to my only friends…

And as for family…..

My sister DID phone me….

This year…..

 

When I started writing poetry…

And it upset her…

Stuff she’s already got over (?)

I bringing it all up again…

 

 

….Alert!… warning… programming malfunction….

 

Christmas….

The birth of Jesus…

The birth of Salvation…

 

….alert! Alert! Malfunction! Alert!…

 

“CODE RED!!!! WE ARE NOW IN CODE RED!!!!!!”

….(…. feeling a big kick up it’s ass…

The slug climbs up….

Into light, out of the ear lobe….

 

And heads for water…..

 

The biggest mass of moisture…

In the universe….

Jim’s gob!…..

 

With all the survival instincts of a dying virus…

Slug jumps and head dives into Jim’s gob…

…..

 

Good sir, please, what is today?

Why, it’s Christmas Day, sir….

Oh! Bless you, holy devout sire…

… I nearly missed it…

 

…..

I’ve lived and relived my christmasses past..

And my last….

Never noticed em like the 30 before

Drunk from my birthday and slept through them…..

 

….CODE RED!!!! EMERGENCY RESTART!!! CODE RED…

 

Choking and gagging…

Slug dives….

… and explodes…

…in a multitude of poisons…

 

“Here it is, Merry Christmas, everybody’s having fun….

“Should old acquaintance be for got….?

…...

Emergency reboot!…..

 

Tick, whirrr, tick, tick, sludge…….dead!

 

Tick…

Tick…

….whirrrr…tick… whir….

 

fidddlydeepdeepDIP!!!!

…black screen….

 

[ Start up protocols….

[press 1….

[press 2 …

[press…. ]

 

WHOOOPS!!!!!!

 

DON’T PRESS ANYTHING!!!!

JUST REWIND THAT LAST SONG….

…. So here it is…

 

MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYBODY’S HAVING FUN…

LOOK TO THE FUTURE NOW…

IT’S ONLY JUST…

…BEGUN…..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

merry xmas all

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Flying across London at night

Flying across London at night

By jfarrell

 

Look up, and use the stars, the constellations to navigate;

Looking down on London, at night, is the same.

The lights, of landmarks, vehicles….

 

When I first flew with my dragon, I was so lost.

 

But, look down…

The perfect ring of red light,

With a bulge of multicoloured madness below it…

That’s the London Eye (big wheel) and the Southbank area.

 

The elusive, silvery eel that borders that is the Thames;

Look left, look right, follow the silvery trails and the boats…

You’ll find bridges…

And once you’ve identified one bridge…

 

You know where you are, flying over London at night.

 

But I would not recommend flying a dragon over London;

I know they’re cars, boats and trains…

But Karla thinks they’re little bugs

All with with fantastic flavours….

 

We crashed, that first time, opposite Waterloo Station…

Taxi cab had been converted into a fresh coffee bar…

Covered in coffee beans and grounds…

Karla stood up and gave a flaming belch….

 

Even the cab owner agreed, coffee never tasted so good,

Roasted at about a billion degrees…

By a 15 foot chocolate bar…

I really should ask Karla to put some clothes on…

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

anyone know where i can buy a London-wide safety net? my dragon wont wear a saddle or harness....

and i must have been off sick when my school had horse and dragon riding lessons...

;-)

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Tardis

Tardis

(time and relative dimension in space)

By jfarrell

 

(inspired by dr who)

 

This is why I love free verse…

My life story, history, autobio…..

Goes on for  a billion pages…

 

But

In a poem

1 page, 4 stanzas

No rhyming couplets

But a rhythm that rocks your bones….

Kisses your soul

And dances the twist with your heart….

 

 

Here,

Not only can I describe what it felt like,

Back then,

I can whisk you away in my time machine

And you can feel it, experience it for yourself

 

And

If you’re familair with dr who…

You know to keep running away

Coz the daleks, cybermen and all horrible monsters

Running after you….

You look like their next dinner

 

I am the TARDIS.

A wordsmith.

But, still

A happily committed drunk!

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

sorry, i used to absolutely love dr who

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Wake up

Wake up

Jfarrell

 

(“woke up, fell outta bed…. dragged a comb across my head”…. the Beatles)

 

…... calling JIM! Are you receiving? Over!….

 

Taking hits from everywhere…

My stolen starship hitting venus hard….

Gonna get a little ‘dusty’ this mission…

 

All I heard was …

“multi-billion dollar…..”

…..

Must have been on dinner break when they were telling us about the security…

Don’t matter now…

That rocket blast…

 

Bring….bring…cock a doodle doo

 

CRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Blackness, blinding light…

 

Racing my dinosaur…..

Mountains…. rivers…. battles…. shiny swords….

 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!bong a gong dingity BONG!!!!!!!!!!!!

Numbnutz

 

…...

 

“fred’s sick again? REALLLY?!”

“OK, EMERGENCY STAGE 1! GET TO POSITIONS!!!!!!”

“ON MY MARK…”

 

….…………

 

I saw the magic sword and dived for it….

Blood, guts,  friend, brother, family….

Nothing, but a mass grave…

Wearily…

So exhausted…

I stand

And face my enemy with determination and…

 

MARK!!!!!

 

Bing a ling a blooody ling!!!! wake up!

….

 

“What’s that you say, Lassie?…

Skippy, popeye and rin-tin-tin (whoever he was)

Got stuck down a well?….

 

Here’s a convenient phonebooth…

One tick, lemme get me cape on….

Superslug saves the day….

 

ATTENTION!!! ATTENTION!!!!

Things have gone sideways….

And we are now executing plan nine….

(... where the  hell is my supervisor…

I so not authorised for this….)

 

MARK!!!!!!

 

As I lie,

Twitching in my sleep…

Holding off the barbarian hordes….

 

A door opens in my left sole,

And 2 little dudes run out…

Plug the crank shaft into a hair-hole…

And

Wind like the devil was blowing a fire up their ar….

 

I sneeze and wake up….

And my left ankle, so bloody itchy….

Bugger….

Overslept….

Gonna be late for work.

 

…...

“And we’re off…..!!!

Great work everyone…

Xept fred, tell fred he’s fired….!”

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i did...eventually.... wake up.....

just wish i couod rememeber wher i parked my dinosaur

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