Fables and Revelations

Pies, Kiwis and Company, tells a tale of restless souls, of adventure, battles and sorrows. The humble beginnings of life’s greatest wonders and the sweetest of songs, of preservation and hearts that are so worn out they cannot be carried by anyone, much less be carried alone. See and cherish the soul behind the mirror, the wall, see what is kept hidden and forgiven, the bitterness, grief and loss. A battle that cannot anymore be, as they prepare to pocket the change in their eyes and sail across the lonely river, the silent unbearing light now only a flicker. The strength behind like a thousand giants relentless in their embrace pushing up against the mountains, that rises higher to the heavens with each passing moment.

There always this one question that keeps the hearts weeping like an open sore, that all we have for nothing and all we have loved is just a hollow breath of the dying. The freedom to fly, to heap off the mountains and glad into the stars, to touch the cold lonely moon and touch the dust of tomorrow ours to hold yet do we really know what’s in the heart of another.

I ponder about the times when you don’t miss me, days when you haven’t spared a thought, and days when you refused to compromise. When the archers put themselves through the reigns of hell and the darkness falls in a world where no one makes a sound. I ponder of the world’s end and the shortest night, when life becomes scarce and the moon shatters into a million pieces. When the waters eventually fade into the bare naked grains of sands, I will forever and a day bear you in my soul.

It was when listening to a book who bathed in the blood of the war, when I heard the music breaking the silence like a thunder in a summer sky. The players push pass the wickets and the marching song went on, overwhelming the field. The song trampled on the generations of narcissistic children, who would not yield to the sacrificial light. Those who consume the world and never turn to listen to the beauty of the music around them oblivious to the laughter, the lovers and the dreams before them. People are dying senselessly for reasons unknown and a reality that is surreal. When would eyes become clear to see the waters deep. living in a world of plastic, in a bubble wrap of disbelief and never knew what to feel. Dictated by big brother, you laugh and you cry and become thinner. You moan for the unreal, unknown, unseen with emotions not yours to behold. A city of loneliness, of emptiness and loss. Forward with technology, backward with humanity.

As we watch the world go round and round, we wonder about the way our lives were and are now. How it unfolds like the flowers in spring, wither and disappear into the dusk. So much loss, regret and reminiscence into the wells of the past. There’s just so much to do and so much to say to the people pass. Sitting silently in the moment for the moment and holding on to the moment. Of births and deaths of wars and marching soldiers, how they had given their lives. Pawns of the watchdogs of the old. How they watched the world spin, the lights from a spark now never going out. Luminate their lives. Flesh stripped from their once beauty and soft smooth skin. There’s just some things that cannot no matter how grounded be force to stay pinned to the ground.