Theater of Dreams

Written on 14 April 2011


We're trained to be 'happy' to put on a show. Trained to be friendly, put on a show. I'll put on the theatre mask & pretend like I mean it... Perhaps I'll start to even believe it... 

I'll abduct her later and we'll wear our masks of the theatre & perform in the dance of which we call 'life' 

It shall be beautiful, it shall be poetic. The world as we know it changes tonight. We've given up on seeking the heroic. 

In my theatre of dreams, only you can feed my soul. Please don't be only in my dreams, come and make me whole. 

The days of dreaming have begun, I'm searching, dreaming to find the one. 

It shall be beautiful, it shall be poetic. The world as we know it changes tonight. Have I truly given up on seeking the heroic? 

A poem

I wrote this during a retreat on 24th March 2011:

It doesn't matter how far back in the race you start
It doesn't matter when you gave me your heart

I'm with you always and forever
Lets take it one step at a time, because,
I'm with you always and forever
Lets take it one step at a time
I promise you this, you're mine.

It doesn't matter that you've tripped or fell
This journey is ours; you're doing well
It doesn't matter that you feel you can't cope
This journey is mine, I promise you hope.

What matters now is that you give me your heart
What matters now is that I want your heart
It's broken now, but I've made a vow

I'm with you always and forever
Lets take it one step at a time, because,
I'm with you always and forever
Lets take it one step at a time,
I promise you this, you are mine.

Numb

My arm is numb, my heart is numb. 
I've felt so daft, almost dumb. 
My tear stained face tells a pain filled story. 
My God is seeking his glory.
Temptation is high, reaching higher than the sky, yet all I want to do is cry. 


I can't bare for the world to see me like this...
I swear, I'm falling slowly into the abyss. 
Don't look at me when I cry. 
I'm holding on, not ready to die. 


Where have I gone? Is this real?
In these moments, I was never the one with a FAIL. 
Where have I gone? Where did I go? 
All this time... all this time, I wonder, did I bring this onto myself
all those years ago? 


My arm is numb, my heart is more numb. 
I felt so daft, truly dumb.
My tear stained face screams a pain filled story.
From MY story, is God really getting his glory?
Temptation is high, reaching higher than the sky,
yet all I can do is cry. 


Please don't look at me when I cry, 
I'm holding on, not ready to die. 
Coming to the end of this year, 
What I ask for are tears of hope, not tears of fear.