Across The Lines

I’m breaking my prison walls tonight:
My destination’s across the lines
To the places no one dared to go.
No patience, no taking things slow.
I’ll no longer ignore these signs;
I will rise to reclaim my right.

Now is my time – I’ll wander free
Across the lines, where none have gone
See the eagle overhead – that’s me
Being everything that I can be
Out there somewhere all alone
Scripting my dreams into destiny

I won’t fade into the background
Nor live in my own fantasies
Across the lines my kingdom waits
For me to take control of my Fates
To wrest my demons into peace
And banish my fears underground.

In that place, all is MY power
Across the lines only I exist
Nothing can haunt my cares there save
Hopes resurrected from the grave
Then I’ll breathe life into the mist
Of desires with renewed vigour.

So close, still trying to reach
Across the lines, where I belong
To escape from the glimm’ring shadows
Away into the darkest night’s glow
Until tonight, I’ll chant my song
An anthem to the lines I’ll breach.

Reclaiming Eden

Sunshine pours through the leaves,
Rippling and filtering to where I stand
The graceful green grass greets it
And I laugh and reach for your hand.
Do you see the butterflies today?
They flit past as a living rainbow
And I rush to seek their pot of gold
Come join me – you will, I know!
The flowers bloom in their delight
The willow branch bends for me
The lake beckons me impatiently
We part its surface in ecstasy.
So we go, leaping like does,
Back to the fields once forgotten
There in our own secret haven
Rediscover our seventh heaven.

Being Different? Or just being Me?

In honour of my first post, I'll describe MYSELF for the unwary (yes, yes, I know there ARE better things to describe; forgive me this once)

I am a melting pot of contradictions. I am like no one you’ve ever met before. Never imagine for a moment that you can predict me, the quicksand just might shift under your feet. There, I have shown you the warning sign.
I pride myself on not being “ordinary”. I am driven by a desire to be different. I’m the round peg in a square hole. I’m the misfit, the rebel. I cannot be restrained by your rusted chains. I’m the one who will break out of a stereotype the second you try to fit me into it.
I am the kind of person who would jump off a cliff without a parachute just to see what it feels like. I want to experience all that this world has to offer and more – I will drink life to the lees. I have no fear of death, except that it would cut short a life full of golden chances. I’ll live when I’m alive, and sleep when I’m dead.
I am not a flashing diamond, gloating in its own glory. I am not an emerald, clear and still as pond water. I am not a ruby, bleeding drops of red for reasons left unsaid. Instead I am the sapphire, the colour of the blue sky high above.
I’m not fond of rules. I have no respect for the status quo. I live my life the way I want to live it. No matter what they may say, life isn’t a game. There are no second chances or turns. So don’t waste your breath telling me how to play. I do not stay in my place simply because I don’t know what that is. And I don’t care to know either.
The one and only reason I ever do anything is because I want to. If someone else said I should do it – well, that was purely coincidental. You cannot tame a rearing stallion.
Do not seek to hide me in a shroud of harsh light. I am illuminated by rays of darkness. The blazing candle that I bear leaps up in tongues of shadows, engulfing you in its ice-cold flames.
You can like me, disagree with me, quote me, argue with me, trust me, disbelieve me, praise me or detest me. The one thing you can’t do is ignore me.
I am not one of your self-proclaimed messiahs. I am not the devil’s advocate. Nor am I the innocent fallen victim. I am simply the silent scarlet snapdragon in the Garden of Eden, observing and waiting for my turn.
I do not stop to think before I speak. Civilization demands that we impose layers of distortion to hide the heart’s truth. I reveal the thoughts chasing themselves around in the maze of my brain in the naked light of day, because I would rather be a savage than be civilized in today’s age. If you prefer to hear the words slanted, I suggest you continue your search elsewhere.
I realize that I am the only one like me. That does not imply that I am the misfit. It merely means that I am the trailblazer.
I may be happy in my own private world, but I know that something is very wrong in the world I share with you. I may not be able to put my finger on a single cause, but I still seek the answer. For I am Prometheus, bringing you the divine fire.
I notice events around me that shouldn’t be happening. The worst of them is that nobody cries out to protest. I strain my voice, but I find myself strangely silent too. I promise that someday, I will make the difference. Even if I have to swim against the current to rescue the human race from drowning.
I am crazy enough to believe that I can change the world. But then, the crazy persons are the ones who do.