Walk tall as if your head
is in the clouds, and damn
the fools who frown
Dreams are the titans
of our darkness –
floating, colourful and intangible –
air castles inside our
running amok among the cotton
fields up there around our ears –
ear muffs that might help defend
us against the brutality
of this world.
Visualise your goals, and set
the titans free in a race of all time.
Life bursts its door wide open
and our curiosity should be piqued.
My brows are creased –
my curiosity is furiously
furrowed as I become enthralled,
and grasping – always grasping –
but, I don’t feel
Instead I am cast adrift
on the waves of the music seeping
through the cracks left to me
once I’d slammed the door shut –
its fluid curves, clarify
and crystallises the purity.
I hear great ideas taking shape
in a string of notes as they are
played out just for us.
Walk the boardwalk –
step on the lines you dare
not always tread on – fall down
some holes and let them
take you places.
Climb that imaginary ladder
and reach for the moon
or just for life itself – grasp
the veneer of creativity
and creation – then scrape it away
and discover it for yourself.
Find the oblong in the rings
of those distant spectres –
tantalising baubles hung
out there to seduce us.
Tirelessly climb and make the
connections to be made
inside this island universe.
I want to play like I’m five
years old – sing before my voice
grows old, and I want to sing
a vast song, nothing mediocre.
I want operatic lungs
and a diaphragm built to suck
in the plankton of everyday
and forever. I want to spew through
a blow hole making an ocean
of notes; a sea of song among
the order of cetacea,
and I want to create
a new Atlantis.
I’m going to be passionately
impractical and intensely
unsound – I want to make it rain
again, I want to make it pour –
I’ll wear bright pink
Wellington’s – stop the traffic
as I listen for a dinosaur’s roar.
I want to chase some dragons when
they fly towards me through this
I’m going to make a difference
one of these days – I’m going to do
something – I’m going to do more
But for now I prefer to be moonstruck,
and in perfect harmony –
being slightly unbalanced and unhinged,
screwy, touched, deliriously
deranged and just that little bit
whacko – perhaps I’ll go bat shit crazy –
who knows what I want to be.
I know I don’t want to be like you.
– all of the time.
I’ve got great dreams to live
and things to do
If I concentrate I can feel the waves
of the music again too as it crashes
on those unfeeling hearts and minds.
I can see myself outstretched
basking in the sun
on the shores of disbelief.
I turn over – turning over a new leaf,
and I’m on the moon again and
my tan is done. I rise and slowly
turn to see my footprints in the grey
dust. I climb back down the ladders
and run fast along the boardwalk –
hitting every gap and crack –
The tide is out, the sun has gone down,
and I am glowing.