Ever Had a Blondie?

 

 

THE VANILLA VERSION

 

Please note that this isn’t one of those for your eyes only pieces, I want you to share this with others

So that they can see while life isn’t perfect, accidents never happen as they appear because they shape

Everything that comes after, so no matter what you feel, please read this end to end for my benefit.

 

There is a serious problem in living in the real world because it has too many rules to keep things in

A state of normalcy where no imagination is accepted by too many people who were unable to get a

Taste of the magic others seem to have in spades, however aren’t willing to share to see what it’s like

To abruptly be among the endless disappointed faces all trying their best to achieve a little happiness.

 

One problem with life is that most of us are under the gun and there aren’t enough hours in the day

For dealing with everyone else’s issues along with our own that we can’t enjoy the scenery before we

Somehow end up sound-a-sleep to skip to the next morning after dreaming of a far better world where

The impossible can exist and once the alarm rings, everything is undone and we sadly start our days.

 

Even if we have a day that doesn’t entirely suck, we all wonder will anything happen that will spoil a

Few moments of not feeling so hapless and rediscover the euphoria from early childhood when we

Didn’t have as many responsibilities other than to have fun at school and to make a lot of friends to

Keep the illusion of joy alive while being in the sun because that delight quickly shrinks as we slowly

Grow up and eventually fill the challenging rolls of adults controlled by the beast called the economy.

 

It’s not easy going through certain parts of life because our childhood heroes are often too far away

To provide support and as time passes, we lose these good people leaving the good boys and girls in

The dark on how to make a better life despite the rules of life being drilled into our heads from days

Long ago when the gravity of eating healthy, cleaning rooms and doing homework wasn’t so intense.

 

Some people just want to work hard to see a few of their idols in the flesh before everyone gets too

Old to keep doing what they were good at and if such goals can be accomplished, we can live it up no

Matter the age and endure the times when we feel everything is in slow motion just to be cruel and a

Chance at something exciting isn’t looking too good because as humans, we can’t stop wanting some

Moment to be the victor in the epic battle against normal life by finally being our truest selves.

 

The problem with having a good time is that before long we’re only left with fragments of the grand

Experiences that haunt us and some days there’s no exit from the torment as we watch others relive

Better times with friends that can shatter a heart of glass that can belong to the strongest of people,

All wanting to be seen after a long time of being ignored due to not sadly falling in line with most of

Society, but that’s because we’re not meant to be machines, so be the hot shot you were meant to be.

 

The light of the world is made up so many colors and every human is a curiously crafted prism that

Controls how others see light and while some colors are too much to be observed for very long, they

Were seen by others who trapped on the island of lost souls where everything always appears grey.

 

One thing that can really bring a person down are all the songs of love that seem to dominate various

Movies and radio channels that often feels like a serious shakedown for those who haven’t found the

Best person to share in the miseries of life and attempt to a way through the unknown obstacles that

Lurk around every corner, where one wrong step down the road summons a ring of fire to see who is

Worthy to make it to the next long winter only for the cruel cycle to repeat with even more challenges.

 

Many years ago, I screwed up in trying to change my life for the better by enlisting, only for me to

Wash out and spend time in a difficult place before going home where the thin line between being

Able to relax alone and total isolation blurred to the point where I didn’t remember the feelings of

Hope barely lasting as weeks past as uncertainty seemed to follow me like a vulture awaiting a meal.

 

Most of my grief came from trusting my mother who while smart, focused her attentions elsewhere

In order to appear productive, but this concealed the strings that my monster puppeteer used to keep

Me close and unable to see that I was in trouble and essentially my kidnapper didn’t care that we were

So close to being thrown out in the streets that because her happiness and wellbeing always came first.

 

The rest of my issues came from I didn’t have the nerve to say no to a person who raised me on her

Own for most of my early life that kept the rave of youth alive because everything fell into place and

Positive energy filled most days, with the sporadic double take to confirm something good was around

The corner and there wasn’t any reason to think the diamond bridge over troubled waters would ever

Shatter, but once the tide is high enough, it’s impossible to swim forever without seeing dry land.

 

I haven’t spoken to my mother in years, but I want her to know that when I gave up on your and saw

Through all your lies, I was able to breathe because the hardest part was to admit you were a poison

Growing stronger every day and after what I heard about your life today, I never want to be a part of

Such an ordeal again as I know you’ll try to put words in my mouth to make me the villain so others

Will call me something much worse to see if I’ve got the basic foundation to obtain a life of my own.

 

 

To be honest, I don’t know if my life will be glories because the dream’s lost on me from having the

Curse of anxiety that leads to a terrible pain that makes it hard to picture this better life with a family

Who accepts me for who I am knowing I’m damaged goods and while love doesn’t frighten me to the

Point where I’m unwilling to try, I feel like some product in a backroom past its prime that might be

Best left to gather dust and rot on some shelf that feels a mile high from being flawed from day one.

 

It’s not easy putting such words to paper, but it helps me cope and the background melody of the old

Songs create a link between memories, making it feel like I’m only the one in the room able to hear a

Method of escape, but can I keep the fires of creation going long enough to chose an iconic artist and

Find the right words amongst an often very lengthy discography to be put in the precise order around

Other odd words to say something very difficult about myself that not many have never heard before.

 

The fear of being seen differently prevents people like me from revealing secrets with a cautious lip

After being told by many good people to just go away because I wasn’t worth the effort even if it was

The end of the world where there weren’t many people left to hear stories, something tells me that to

Finally be heard, I’d probably wouldn’t have the strength to go through with it without feeling agony.

 

I’m not trying to sound like some nutjob who has had some divine experience and wants others to be

Join in the message, no I’m just a lost soul and once I had a love for finding a different way of using

Music to heal others who are lost and that desire brings me back to the rougher times that are often

Shared by many, but are often left in the darkness like a sleeping giant who wants to avoid the rest of

The overly bright world, but I want to be scene one way or others just to see if kindness is still alive.

 

Creating such a piece wasn’t easy as it’s the poet’s problem in deciding what needs to be said, even if

Such words aren’t pleasant, so tonight before you surrender to sleep, remember there are people out

In the world that need support and may have forgotten the best day ever or have yet to see something

That comes close to understand that even small moments contain rapture that can give us a power to

Feel alive like our souls are full of enough atomic energy to fuel a future where everything is beautiful.