VANISHING ACT
"I vanish into poetry as the sunlight mingles with the mist
I spy a boat across the water as I greet the sunrise in a lover's tryst." - AP (inspired by Oleg)
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=AaouEHiuuYM
VANISHING ACT - LOU REED
FLOAT IN TO A MIST
Take me now
while I am up
while I am down
while I have happy news to read
and sad news that I found
let me float into a mist
and vanish from the Earth
let me fly above the clouds
and see below the fields where birth
and death flow side by side
like the strongest river and sea of yellow flowers
and hope and faith walk hand in hand
show me how this promised land
softens and hardens beneath my feet
like sand and toffee apples cracked
and parched and suffocating defeat
self-deprecating and all I lacked
was time to heal
and time to be me
to run and laugh
to fly high and free
but you gave me an anchor to my life
and you gave me free will
and I squander these gifts
and I still get ill
but who is there who will take my hand
and who is there left who will understand
that here on earth is the promised land
but we break our promises
like we break the wind
and we take the love for granted
and give so little back and so much binned
what becomes of the seeds that are never planted
I could tell you I was sorry
I could try to make it right
but I don't deserve the chance
my broken wings are ever-ready for fight or flight
so let me go now gently
let me float into the mist
it's too little
it's too late
to wonder if I will be missed
what will make me happy
what will make me smile
I give to you my everything
I run that extra mile
but nothing that I do can ever
make up for the gaps
the silences
the way I run
the things in me that don't relax
so now I sit here crying
but am I crying for you or me
I do not like pity in any form
life and love is such a mystery
and I feel like first night in dorm
homesick lovesick puppy dog tales
and tears trickling like Niagara
Falls and fools and spout like whales
the little lies you whispered to me
were the sweetest and the ones that cut
and for all I know that I am foolish
I could see we were wedged deeply in a rut
but what is the answer I do not know
I have no purpose or place to go
yet I find myself dreaming and distancing like
Virginia Woolf in sheep's clothing
pockets ladened heavily as the shroud
shrink wraps around me the fear and the loathing
loses it's lofty wafty transparency
as I float into a mist to meet my destiny
and the mist is half of mistake
and the other half is take
and I hope for goodness sake
I will come to my senses before I wake
oh why do so many words sound the same
but when they are written look really quite different
I am just as I am but “somehow different” (Thank you Dieter)
and I remain just the same I am not indifferent
but in or out or roundabout
all roads lead to Rome or roam
spinning the wheel and tossing the dice
a spinning wheel's yarn twined hearts to bring them home
and now I am at the water's edge
my barefeet stepping into the foam
who will prevent me will it be a mistake
as I float into a mist
the earth beneath my feet doth shake
as I float into a mist …
- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission
Contrary to the poignant emotions evoked in my poem, I am pleased to say that the feeling was fleeting as are all emotions aren't they ; 0) I would like to share with you some good news.
On my birthday I received from my doctor long-awaited news. Earlier this year I underwent a small procedure and a biopsy was taken. I was told to expect cancer and now I learn that it is benign, so I am once again thanking God for a miracle. If I had to store my miracles in a box, I would require a very big box! : 0) I have a small scar from the stitches. It's a bit bumpy still, but is fading already. I like to touch this scar and remind myself of all the joys in my life and all the love and light that surrounds me and how each and every day is a miracle.
VANISHING ACT
"I vanish into poetry as the sunlight mingles with the mist
I spy a boat across the water as I greet the sunrise in a lover's tryst." - AP (inspired by Oleg)
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=AaouEHiuuYM
VANISHING ACT - LOU REED
FLOAT IN TO A MIST
Take me now
while I am up
while I am down
while I have happy news to read
and sad news that I found
let me float into a mist
and vanish from the Earth
let me fly above the clouds
and see below the fields where birth
and death flow side by side
like the strongest river and sea of yellow flowers
and hope and faith walk hand in hand
show me how this promised land
softens and hardens beneath my feet
like sand and toffee apples cracked
and parched and suffocating defeat
self-deprecating and all I lacked
was time to heal
and time to be me
to run and laugh
to fly high and free
but you gave me an anchor to my life
and you gave me free will
and I squander these gifts
and I still get ill
but who is there who will take my hand
and who is there left who will understand
that here on earth is the promised land
but we break our promises
like we break the wind
and we take the love for granted
and give so little back and so much binned
what becomes of the seeds that are never planted
I could tell you I was sorry
I could try to make it right
but I don't deserve the chance
my broken wings are ever-ready for fight or flight
so let me go now gently
let me float into the mist
it's too little
it's too late
to wonder if I will be missed
what will make me happy
what will make me smile
I give to you my everything
I run that extra mile
but nothing that I do can ever
make up for the gaps
the silences
the way I run
the things in me that don't relax
so now I sit here crying
but am I crying for you or me
I do not like pity in any form
life and love is such a mystery
and I feel like first night in dorm
homesick lovesick puppy dog tales
and tears trickling like Niagara
Falls and fools and spout like whales
the little lies you whispered to me
were the sweetest and the ones that cut
and for all I know that I am foolish
I could see we were wedged deeply in a rut
but what is the answer I do not know
I have no purpose or place to go
yet I find myself dreaming and distancing like
Virginia Woolf in sheep's clothing
pockets ladened heavily as the shroud
shrink wraps around me the fear and the loathing
loses it's lofty wafty transparency
as I float into a mist to meet my destiny
and the mist is half of mistake
and the other half is take
and I hope for goodness sake
I will come to my senses before I wake
oh why do so many words sound the same
but when they are written look really quite different
I am just as I am but “somehow different” (Thank you Dieter)
and I remain just the same I am not indifferent
but in or out or roundabout
all roads lead to Rome or roam
spinning the wheel and tossing the dice
a spinning wheel's yarn twined hearts to bring them home
and now I am at the water's edge
my barefeet stepping into the foam
who will prevent me will it be a mistake
as I float into a mist
the earth beneath my feet doth shake
as I float into a mist …
- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission
Contrary to the poignant emotions evoked in my poem, I am pleased to say that the feeling was fleeting as are all emotions aren't they ; 0) I would like to share with you some good news.
On my birthday I received from my doctor long-awaited news. Earlier this year I underwent a small procedure and a biopsy was taken. I was told to expect cancer and now I learn that it is benign, so I am once again thanking God for a miracle. If I had to store my miracles in a box, I would require a very big box! : 0) I have a small scar from the stitches. It's a bit bumpy still, but is fading already. I like to touch this scar and remind myself of all the joys in my life and all the love and light that surrounds me and how each and every day is a miracle.