An Opened Book
I want that feeling back- I want to be enlightened again- - This love we used to have – Was available to me daily-
A Voice Defining The Meaning
It is not only how something is written- It is how the story is told- - Your applause- Coincides with the way- I deliver it-
A World Like No Other
There is no fantasy world that has captivated its’ fans more than professional wrestling (sports entertainment). The love for wrestling is so uncontainable, it has survived decades, while commanding the loyalty of people of all generations and livelihoods. If you started watching wrestling as a child there was a moment in time when you truly believed that these men and women really hated/loved one another and wanted to stomp a mudhole in each other. No one thinks that the One Ring being destroyed in Mount Doom was a documentary. People are not running into walls at the 9 ¾ platform trying to catch the train to Hogwarts. The world knows Bran Stark does not govern over anyone and no one is waiting on a Jedi to finally make sure the Empire stops striking back. Sadly, heels (the antagonist) of professional wrestling have been stabbed, attacked, harassed, and threatened by “fans” who are too consumed by the fantasy. So many people got hurt trying to mimic the dangerous pro-wrestling moves, the WWE used to have a disclaimer telling fans "to not try this at home." On several occasions I saw my life flash before me, as my brother and his best friend did the Dudley Boyz special on me. The moment I recovered I went right back to play fighting with them. People are so engrossed with the wrestling world, danger and reason are of no concern to them. I can guarantee that countless people believed Diamond Dallas Paige kidnapped Undertaker’s wife Sarah. There were several thousand people who thought Stone Cold was beating on a truly hospitalized Vince McMahon. Fans felt personally betrayed when The Heartbreak Kid gave Marty Jannetty sweet chin music in the Barber Shop. The soul captivating immersive nature of the wrestling world even caught hold of my psyche for one distinctive instance. I have an image of The Rock bloody in the middle of the ring at the end of a Smackdown episode that has not left my brain since the night I saw it. The image that follows that one in my mental View Master is of a very young version of myself on my knees in the middle of living room with tears and snot pouring out of me.
We Stand Here Saying Goodbye
His tongue spelled goodbye on mine- As I begged him to change that word- - To be satisfied- With whatever- It was we were standing in-
When I Fell For You
You complete something I never knew I had- You dig a hole- Only you can refill- You are an escape- From what others run to and I fear-
It is a transformative spiritual experience when you truly connect your soul to your body. Those who have the freedom of mobility maneuver through life unappreciative of the gift of movement. Dance is the release of all the tension the body holds. It is the telling of all the stories of ones’ ancestors and ones’ descendants. It is futuristic folklore. Love. Safety. Understanding. Warmth and Comfort. It is cooling and centering, while somehow erupting the parts of yourself that had been dormant during your moments of stillness.
The Most Selfless Character in a Book
I almost entitled this “The Most Important Elephant to Have Ever Fictionally Existed”, then I thought of Dumbo. This will not be a debate about which character means more to the world because I do not have the heart to compare the two.
There's A Witch Under The Stairs
There are facets of my personality I have forgotten. Parts of myself that I thought were non-negotiable and non-refundable. The night used to be my nemesis. An unrelenting enemy that ravaged my sane thoughts and sent me plummeting into negativity nightly.