I want to grow up to be a kid.

If you don't have a struggle uphill the journey down the slope won't be as fun.
Knowing that you can make the journey up gives the courage to stick your hand in the dirt. again.

The trick with age might be to feel like a kid every second you-

-Feel like your knees are giving out

-You ain't good enough for the world

-You can't see well enough

-You regret more than you reminisce

The trick with age might be to feel like a kid every second.
-Mithrandir

Roverandom

Upon his wings I am often carried away,

To a childhood of running and laughing,

Lost in those unfathomable eyes,

Like immersing myself in an ocean of memories...

Each lattice...a frame for a thousand smiling days.

-Mithrandir

Pain

The monster cries out, resonating

 every chord of its being.

The silence gets louder without when the cries are defeaning within.

For resonance is singularity - the point where meaning breaks 

a sizeless, shapeless, timeless nemesis.

Constant, unending, unhealing, unhealed.

The monster yells

" I rip my own flesh, with my own teeth,

my nails dig deep to the bone.

In hope my suffering is tantamount

to my vicious venom-barbed throne"

The discord of fate be paralleled by

the discord of pain.

Will two grant tolerance

for the unbearability of one?

Pain! Pain! Oh god-awesome pain!

Proof of the living and bane of the dead!

The monster cries

"Pain, oh Pain! Grant me perspective(as only you can).

Come now, pull me away.

Tear out my heart,

and every other part, rid me the scars of the bygone day"

Death? Death is nothing; not a thousand times one!

A tarnished soul even, may be purified.

Life after life, like a diamond in the rough,

etching one layer at a time.

But what of the stone that was parted and cut - wrenched disjoint,

forever lost?

Where is Nirvana? Or the hope of peace?

A sliver of sunshine for the broken soul?

What was once half full, perhaps, or half empty;

naught now but the shards of a shattered bowl.

The Hum

The doors they're closed

The windows are broken

The child's favorite toy

But he lies away ...put in his corner

The heart its beating the mind its waking

The knife is out to stab in deeper

The truth was asked for like a ticket

The ticket was bought, was bought for free

The ship has set sail for better prospects

But the anchor is sunk and cut away

The ant it likes the rays of the sun

So you hold the magnifying glass a little closer

The instruments are great and so are the players

But the tune is gone, we are all only humming

All I want is you, will you be my bride

Take me by the hand and stand by my side

All I want is you, will you stay with me?

Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

When you got nothing ...you got nothing to lose

The color of life is seen in the water puddle

It shimmers on that murky black top

The taste of faith is in the lost lingering scent

And you stand waiting for it to materialize

The joy in happiness is in the cold rain that falls

It mingles with the sorrow of the unending tears

The comfort of love is in the whispering trees

You need to close your eyes real hard to hear them

The insanity of the mind is like the beating of a wild heart

You can't be alive and not be mad the alternative is just too sane.

The meaning of life is in the grain of sand beneath our feet

All you need now is some water to wash it down and wash it away.

-mithrandir

Memory of a Home

…the door closed gently and with a last soft whisper the Smith family said goodbye to their old home.

As the evening drew on and the street lights outside lit the bare rooms dimly, a small boy sat in the middle of the room holding out his hand and hummed the beginning of the Batman series.
He got up …the little kid went out to the window and yelled out that he’s coming to play.
The boy vanishes…

An elder boy came out to the living room the lights outside lit his face, he seemed to be glum over something kept staring at a phone…
The elder boy vanishes…

Now a young man is standing at the big window and staring outside looking at the fountain below and the dimly lit street watching people going by…feels the wind ruffling through his hair and looks down and sees his old friend standing and staring up at him …his face lights up and he rushes out for that long walk…
The young man vanishes…

The house is now all but silent.
And with a heavy sigh the Smith home says goodbye.

Thank you Varun for unintentionally inspring this one... will miss calling 6220.

A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.

• Edward de Bono

The travelling inn

The travel inn

For the traveling

Our man a simple man went to the market square, one evening

Came across he a group of the king's people in great turmoil

“‘Tis the matter fellow countrymen? Our man asked the woebegone ones...”

“It is our king my good man, our king!”

“He changes not the rations during this time of famine and incessant drought...”

“The cows are dying and the crows are crying in glee

Cried we have and the womenfolk too! At the very feet of our obstinate HE”

Our man scratches a brow and cracks a knuckle

Says "Hmm quite a jimmy that be ...quite a jimmy" and left off with a throaty chuckle...”

And through the square and into the palatial garden's green...

Marveling at the contrast between our kings parlor

And the dry earth of the square and the humble country man living in squalor.

So he climbed up not unlike his fellow men ...but with an ace up his sleeve.

Sat the king upon his satin lined throne

A grape in his bowl and keeping him company a chicken bone....

The king on seeing our man waltz in let out a cry

"Ai wait a minute you !where do you think you be strollin!??"

Our man looks around a bit..And with wry smile says...

"This is nice ..Very nice thing you got going on around here chappy"

"...chappy??!here who do you think you are?"

"Oh…me? I’m a traveler and this is definitely the place to be when rest is the need, is that gold?"

"Err yes...but this is a palace and i am the king!!!"

"Oh you almost had me there ....how much for a room 'sire'?"

"What do you mean how much for a room?"

"Well ...this be a travel inn, a nice one if i may say so, so I was -"

"Hey you! This is my palace! Why do call it a commoner’s travel inn???”

"Well 'sire' who lived here before you?”

"My father the king of the land before me..."

"Indeed! and before your father may his soul be blessed"

"My grandfather of course!..."

"Is that so ...and before him?”

"Why my great grand- here are you putting me on??!!"

"Oh so who built this travel inn?”

"Well its been in my family for generations..."

"Indeed....so your great grandfather, you grandfather and your father where are they now?"

"Well they are dead you oaf!"

"Oh come and gone have they ??...sounds then that this place is a mighty old travel inn..."

And with that ominous line our man left the king to sit and ponder upon a mountain of thoughts.

And as he laid himself to sleep that night

death gripped him and he shivered in fright.

He wondered if this was the last light in his lamp.

If so then he'd be remembered for nothing

So that night he sat upon his throne and called for paper and ink

He wrote out rations and decrees like a mad man

And when the sun arose stretching its hand

The king's decrees were made known and that took some time to sink

The commoners rejoiced amazed at the kings sudden change of mind.

They now called him wise and called him kind

And on his gates is written for all to see

"Life is long until it is short; make do with it while you be."

-mithrandir