Somg

The song they sang
The song he held a little too long
A sublime note which turned into a scream
In the absence of emotional technology
A place within which he could dream
 

Daddy

And with one word spoken by a child
I become more
I become meaningful
I become emotional
I become reflective
I become a father

What was taught

It was told only as it was thought / taught to be
The way forward or the way inward... Depends on your point of view, i suppose 
The accent found the ear & the kick drum found the hart
You found me waiting & I asked if I had spoken
I mumble so much i wouldn't hear me either
But in the loud crowd i heard your plea for help. "Get me away from these fucking people"
Your face spoke more words that you had all night
My stomach cramping from laughter, my sight distorted by the tears. Mate, I have to go, I have a duty...
Not to her, but to my fellow human as I know too well the weight of the human condition & anything i can do to help lift it would give more meaning to my life than all the songs in history.
And its all about meaning, even if only the dance around time
This movement of the body is all we have for now
My eyes follow this movement & it makes me smile a great deal as we are evolving into our self made purpose & for that i love you and love myself

- Sleeps

Gate 27

She asked if this plane was for London
This interested me... Everything is interesting 
Not necessarily the surroundings, Singapore airport, i thought, was like any other until i met him, but the hours being morphed in to journey segments, like chapters in a book i cant remember reading
No real sleep. No real designated time. Everything is momentary - even this observation.
The travel to new places would be good but i'm torn between place and person.
I do not trust the girls i meet, with fair reasoning for a moron as i've been used and ignored before... But i guess what goes around...
I've grown now and can commit to something bigger than myself, just only seeing myself doing so with that of adventure and wild sexuality.
Show me i can have faith in you
Show me you're unafraid and can handle my intensity.
Put me in my place and show me the patience of roots and home
I want this and need this but have no reason or ability if you do not.
- Sleeps 

A Place to travel... But how to return and integrate?

A place to throw your money away... To keep a memory within a plastic novelty...
I love it... $30 a drink, enforcing the experience a moment
And that's what life is... The line.
But it's sometimes like a ballon floating over a sea of spikes
Maybe its me getting older..
Simply put, I seem to feel more, but care about less
I tear up at feelings and movies become more real to me than 'life', as this 'life' have many embedded with no inspiration
So here I am in a karaoke bar alone, but with the biggest of grins
Inspired by those who are here to escape their life sat right next to those who are here to live theirs
Led by those paid to be bubbly
Paid to feel
Paid to make others feel...
Well, hey, I'd pay for attention if it didn't come with an emotional hangover
I'm sure many would and many do
Opening opportunities for the emotionally scarred to be emotionally warm
But back to me and my lack of patience

Transparency or trust?

These transparent folders represent transparency
The documents visible to read
But with transparency comes complexity
A complexity which takes time, effort and hardships to understand
Who has time to read documents written in the hand of others?
That would require the study of hand
If a hand that evolves...

Do I need to understand the engine to ride the car?
Is the purpose of the car to reach a destination or enjoy a journey?
If I read the manual will I understand or trust the car more... or now just be bored?

The closer you get to anything, the more chaotic you realise it is...
Until it is not. Until you become so close you are between the atoms...
Between space, where nothing exists
That’s where dance exists
That’s where instantaneous smile burst into existence
You don’t need understanding or even trust to be there
You just need the movement... I mean the moment... wait a minute I need to check the process, the manual, the movie, the past...

I think, therefore I am spread from the moment and merge with both the future and the past. But not in a cool sci-fi way, instead a boring, anxiety driven loop

- Sleeps

Trace

Show me your scars
So I can see you have lived
Laugh and tell glorious stories of how each one of them came to be
So i can see you know how to live
Pause to take a moment. To listen. To feel.
As the finger slowly traces down the wound, the mind quickly flashes to where a hand traced down your face.
Was this the start of a new scar or the healing of an old one?
Either way time slows, freeze framing us all.
A picture for which the devil hangs on his wall to bring him peace and God keeps in his wallet just in case he is asked.
As I am snapped out of this day dream, we find ourselves in a moment that is past that in which we were, the obvious seeming so meaningful without understanding why.
All the while elevating us from the video games we were playing, up to the ultimate game we do not always realise we are playing.
But we don’t save seats here. Those that do, often sit and wait alone.
Here we banter, smile and talk to strangers.

I have found life is insanity with you, but am somehow sane because of you

- Sleeps