Thursday, February 25, 2010

The Wounded Dragon

Fear not my flames- once you too had a fire in the belly
Whatever we've grown to be, weren't we all children, originally?
I cannot be who you want me to be- for I was born to be a King
You know not who I am , but do you hear me complaining?
Sorry for the burns I gave you in playful jest-
No apologies for the ones I gave to make a conquest.
Sometimes my wings fail to carry me, and sometimes they soar.
Every gust of wind opens another door.
There are parts of me strewn along this path
What you face now, is the aftermath.
Pleasant, eccentric, genius, weird - I've been called all sort of things
But who would you be, with a burning soul and fragile wings?

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Tyre Puncher Shope

Cyclist(C) : Wha.. Where am I?
Cheshire Cat (CC): You crashed your cycle and got knocked out. Are you ok?
C: Oh, you are real then. I thought I was dreaming.
CC: Maybe you were. Were you asking for directions?
C: How'd you know?
CC: Everyone asks for directions, not knowing where they want to go.
C: Well, did you want to be here?
CC: Absolutely.
C: You seem like you've been here very long. Come with me.
CC: But I already know all the paths.
C: You once knew all the paths. Who knows what may've changed?
CC: The world changes very little, my friend.
C: How can you say that when you haven't been there to see it changing?
CC: All right I'll come with you. Where are we going?
C: Oh, to follow some paths and to make some new.
CC: In circles, then.
C: You wouldn't let me do that.
CC: As long as I'm not the one pedalling....