Heaven (d)

On a sailboat in the tropics; we are island hopping, looking for the perfect place to set up our library.

Choices (d)

Standing at the entrance to the maze, I look at my options.
I can opt not to even enter, which will then send me on the safest path to a life of complete obscurity.
I can follow the path from the entrance, to the middle and out the opposite side, which may or may not bring me fame and fortune.
Or...
I can choose another entrance, they're all right there in front of me, though the outcome of these options isn't as clear.
What do I want?
Should I go on in obscurity, safe in the knowledge that no claims will be made?
Should I go for the fame and fortune? Not likely at this stage.
Should I take door number three, four, or two?
Looking further down the [hallway?] path, I see three more doors.
How can all these doors lead to different outcomes?
Isn't everything pre-destined and no matter my choice? It's all going to end in death anyway.
Door number five, six or seven?
I sit on the opposite side of the [hallway?] path, looking at the doors.
If all I do is sit here, I'll never know.
Closing my eyes for a few seconds I decide to flip a coin.
When I open my eyes, the [hallway?] path is now a circular room and the doors are all around me.
I turn in circles, spinning, spinning, spinning. When I fall down, I am facing door number seven.
I choose this door and go through.

the Lock (d)

I stand at the Door, key in hand. Lightning has struck the house above us and we can hear it burning, falling in on itself. I place the key in the lock. Silence falls and the only sound is the click and tumble of the lock as I turn the Key.

The Door (d)

There's a huge storm, lots of thunder and lightning strikes close by. Houses are hit, seemingly at random, and they explode around us. We all go into the storm cellar to wait it out.
Luckily it's a really big storm cellar. A Door at the back is locked and I have the key. I won't allow anyone to go in. The cellar around the Door is natural rock, the house having been built into the side of the hill.
What's behind the Door?
Only I know, and now is not the time to explore.

When (p)

When she loses him
(for however short a time)
she loses more than he
knows.
The clouds cover the sun
the air becomes cold
and thick
she cannot breathe
without him.
How can he think
that anyone else
(whom she may or may not adore)
could mean more
to her
than he?
She (again)
hands to him
her heart.
He doesn't have to love it;
just don't lose it.
keep it close
it will, in time,
beat as one
with his
for after
ever.

Me, a superhero? (d)

The world around me crumbles as I am chosen to stop the entropy. Putting on my superhero cape I fly all over and see that the death of a few million stupid people could only help, so I work to save the animals, moving them to safe spots. I then save the four people who mean anything to me and let the rest fend for themselves.
Assuring all of you that you are safe I fall into a deep sleep and dream of a cleaner, happier world. When I awaken you have all become acquainted and seem to be getting along, despite earlier distrust of each other.
She asks if we are the last people. I tell her no, there are others. She wants to go find them. I tell her that it is now a truly free world and she can do as she chooses.
One by one you all leave my mountain fortress and I am content that, one by one, you will all be back, eventually.

In the camp of the gypsy queen (d)

In the woods, looking for a place to sleep that will be warm and dry, I happen upon a group of gypsies. They have food and a warm dry place for me. We eat and then the music starts.
Someone has a balalika, someone else an accordian and another a violin. There are percussion instruments and I am handed a tambourine. We play, sing and dance for hours, until the full moon comes up.
The old gypsy gets up and goes into her wagon, beckoning me to follow, which I do. She reads my tea leaves. My fortune is not all good, not all bad and she says I will find that which I am looking for. At that she gives me a blanket and a pillow, telling me to sleep.
In the morning I wake up and the gypsies are gone. I am on the cold hard ground, covered with the blanket the old gypsy gave me. I am sad because I wanted to travel with them.

3D (d)

Drawing a cave in 3D and making a virtual tour of it.

Alone (d)

Feeling trapped, I leave for a new place, where I know no one and no one wants to know me.
I live in the peace and quiet of my new life, not speaking to anyone unless they speak first. I read a lot of books, do a lot of drawing and painting. I try my hand at writing again and get a book published.
I miss someone, but I know he will not contact me again, not after the fight we had when I left the place I was before.
I am lonely.

Rockercoaster, Rollingchair (p)

I just don't know
if I can take
the rollercoaster ride
that is you.
The ups, the downs,
the round and rounds,
the whirlycues
and curlygigs.
The lurching stomach,
the wrenching of mind
p
l
u
m
m
e
t
i
n
g
from the heights
of the wildside ride.
Then there's the slow creeping
back up to the top.
The sudden emergence
from whereabouts unknown
is almost as frightening as the
the disappearence.
Whether lost in the game
or the presence of someone else,
you scare me.
But what scares me more,
is thought of
my world
with no
you.

And I lose (d)

We meet and have a long talk. You tell me that while you like me, you just don't or can't love me or anyone.
I swallow hard to keep from crying and say that I understand, that the friendship is more important than my imagined life together with you. I stutter and lisp my way through the understanding speach, something I work really hard not to do, but I just can't help myself.
I get up, spilling my coffee on myself and then I leave. You sit there staring after me.
I walk along the street, it's familiar, but I can't place the city. I see a wooded area and slip into it, into the one place I've ever felt at home. I'm hurting and I don't want anyone to see me ever again.
I cry for a long time, sitting under a willow tree by a brook.
I realise that it's time for me to get to the airport so I leave.

Castles (d)

castles in dreams


I dreamed of castles one on a mountainside, the other across the river on a mountaintop.
They don't seem to be rivals.

I Wake Up (p)

I wake up from yet another dream of you
and know that you're not there.
I walk through yet another day alone
and wonder, who will care?
From my lonely days
and endless nights,
you once saved me.
Who will save me now?
Who will know how?
And I wake up from yet another night
of endless days
and lonely dreams.
And I wake up
and it's another day
and you're not there.