Mischievous Days

You can swear all you like. You can curse a thousand mile. You can scream from the top of your lungs and yet it remains the same here in my world. In my world, nothing really matters and nothing really means that much.

I see what I choose to see. I listen what I choose to listen. Even if I do listen, it doesn’t really matter cause I choose to REALLY listen or just SIMPLY listen. Thats the way it is. Its life. Its the world I live in. The world we’re nothing else matters cause thats how it is.

The mind set of mine and of yours do not path. You don’t see things the way I do. I’ll just have to see you when you get there. Its just to hard to explain.

10 years ago around 1996 it wasn’t always like this. Stunt men we’re so hard to find it my country. Not many dare walk that path. Now, countless times you can see these street performers show off their skills for not more than attention of beauty beyond their reach. A pity I say. A big disgrace.

Its not that I don’t love my countrymen. Its not that I care too less to make a stand. Its just that my voice would never reach. Education seems beyond their arms reach. Our mind set no longer on the same path. Lives walked way apart. Thats life. Thats the way it is. The my life the way I see it.

Ah.. The first sip that sent me straight to heaven. Like a marauder of the desert scavenging for a drop of water. The sip of life.. The feeling of euphoria that has been so long missed…

On the sandy beeches so smooth brushing my feet… The northern arctic sky projects the aurora not any man can see… The touch of silhouette at tips that makes my eyes sore.. I’m blessed again after walking the path of sins… taking the depths no man should take…

Again I see the beauty no mortal should possess. Again this dream sinks into reality blinding me from the world others see and sending me into another parallel world of wonders…

Should others cross my path again someday, should others try to follow the foot prints I left behind along the way… Please turn back.. Please take your bow and leave. This journey, this voyage, this adventure has nothing to offer when you reach the end. This journey I take is for me alone. There is no "we" nor is there "us" just "me" and "I" alone.

Rockets taking off as the count down begins. From the first count of ten. The words sent shivers down my spine. The soil that gives birth to the trees in heaven. Not many see the world the way I see it. Shades of colours black and grey. I tried to make fantasy a reality or what it seems to be right from what is left.

Nine and a eight to go. Acts of wisdom seems a crime to others. Not being accepted by the world or being a fringe member of society for to long weakens to foundation once built. Cracking a nut seems like a brick on finger tips of some.

Eight and let me lay it straight. Independence is just a word that symbolizes freedom instilled in the higher minds. Freedom is a feeling that is long yearned and only appears in dreams that are no longer that many. As the Sandman’s magical dusts works its magic, the soul leaves the chains of reality to yet another dungeon looked in the dark labyrinth. Only the eyes emits signs of light that penetrates deep. Ravaged even in my sleep.

Seven as the count down comes nearer to the half way line. GOD please listen to my plea. As He has never failed to do so during my darkest hours.This another of those one-so-many times I walked the wrong paths that seems so great in the eyes others see. Hoping for a new beginning and another birth. Missing the feeling of the first taste of air a child has at birth. Longing for the neon lights to be put to rest.

Tumble from my daze to number six. Wondering if the truth is there but the five senses have been deceived. Being blinded by the smiles that takes away the truth. Touch is the only sense left to use. Everybody needs a shoulder to cry on since the feeling it brings is like no other. Bypassing the logics in life straight to the gates of my heart.

Midway through and as long as I can remember the number reaches five. The ways the world spins on its own. Playing games so hard that the heart breaks and the mind is no longer in your control.

the rest is put on hold since the hand no longer could be controlled…