Vhere is the clickr on dis thing?

Dammit-a-whole-big-lot-of-dumbness!!

I'm certain I've just multiple posted a reply on D-man's site because I didn't hear the faint click noise (akin to a Crcket snapping a lock of his hair) that my laptop makes when I click on a button.

Now who's going to look like the special one at the back of the school bus?

NB, before you ask, yes, Crickets DO have hair.

I direct your attention to the 1940 documentary about a boy by the name of Pinnochio in which his personal assistant and confidant was played by a Mr Jiminy Cricket Esq. a notable motivational speaker and self help guru of that era.

My life is empty without substance of time,
Shoes pinned to the floor waiting in line.
Thousands in front and thousands behind,
Granite for legs, like dust in my mind.

Faceless neighbours blurred by the signs,
Grey and toxic, expectant like mines.
My number is up and I reach the fold,
I hand over my ticket and do as I’m told.

Awaiting my moment that I’ll no doubt miss,
Teetering on the edge, of life’s great abyss.
If I am thrust over, will others care?
Or will they just pause to watch and to stare.

My question is answered as now I am heaved
Over the edge, and out of the diseased.
The group slips past but I no longer try,
I wait for the impact, the moment I’ll die.

The faces peer over and watch as I fall,
No one is bothered as I lose it all.
Air rushes round me as I hear it screech,
Help that I’ve needed is now out of reach.

I violently convulse uncertain anymore,
Reassuring myself I won’t hit the floor.
My soul loses hope and a weep forms inside,
When out of the fathoms I discover I glide.

My arms become wings that shake off their rust,
As cruising I rise, up out of the dust.
The dark skies once crushing are swelling to burst
With opulent light rays that glisten like thirst.

I ascend with a pace that pulls tears down my face,
And look back to the floor, which shrinks without trace.
As now I have risen miles above the below,
Almost with haste I return to the plateau.

The faces are staring all aghast with my gift.
Weightless and graceful I just seem to drift.
The shrouded figures are forcing right through
Of the group that has stopped to admire their view.

I hesitate back repulsed by their need,
To push past my neighbours with such utter greed.
Hands thrust out from the groups now aware,
Reaching for hope that I show is now there.

A burning begins in the depths of my chest,
As my rib cage expands like a nuclear test.
The seams of my body can hold back no more,
As the essence within me erupts from my core.

I realise myself and re-open newborn eyes,
I now see the truth and discard the old lies.
Raising hands into view I look to my palms,
Within my clutches I hold the world’s charms.

The beauty is opened and light pours around,
But the bright is not painful and carries no sound.
The shadows amongst us are enveloped by peace,
When clouds are relinquished and the skies can un-crease.

I reach for the nearest and deftly touch their side,
And watch as the gold light transcends from my pride.
The numbers all brighten and look up from the ground,
There is understanding without any sound.

All others rise and lift from their stations,
One become hundreds, in the air is elation.
We rise as a flock and leave behind squalor,
Far below us in shadow comes a weak distant holler.

The truth is upon us and it feels oh so right,
Our end is uncertain as we soar through the night.
The horizon has warm heat that draws us all in,
As all those young saviours leave behind their old sins.

The eclipse is a spectacle that’s nirvana to feel,
And the presence around us reminds how to heal.
Free from the shackles no longer devoid,
I thank what’s within us and pass away overjoyed.

Milky'08

MIA

I was lost but now am found...