Heroes’ Rejuvenation
"Monk in a Hurry" - Blazo -
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rI-qXzBXHzc
...that scene from Interstellar, when Cooper connects the spiraling, severed ship and saves significant time...
...that scene from Avatar, when Jake claims Last Shadow...
...that scene from The Matrix, when Neo says, "No," and stops the bullets in midair...
...that scene from The Dark Knight Rises, when Bruce escapes from the mercenary's Pit...
...that scene from Gladiator, when Maximus spares Tigris of Gaul...
...that scene from The Shawshank Redemption, when Andy escapes...
...that scene from Return of the Jedi, when Vader kills Palpatine...
...that scene from Hook, when Banning remembers childhood and rebecomes Pan...
...that scene from Inception, when Eames tells Arthur, "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, Darling"...
...that scene from V for Vendetta, when V utters, "My turn"...
...that scene from The Return of the King, when Sam carries Frodo to the top of Mount Doom...
If I Were A Writer
If I were a writer, I would write about you everyday...
About that feeling of meeting you as a stranger, every single time
Or about that sinking sensation when we say goodbye
Is it loss? Or something greater !
I don't know the words, but I would have, if I were a writer.
If I were a writer, I would write about...
How I picture you in every piece of music I listen to.
Or how the melody is senseless unless I see you syncing in its rhythm.
Is that poetic, dramatic or simply , day dreaming ? I don't know.
Oh! I so wish, I were a writer
If I were a writer I would, write about...
How I flashback to the past every time you mention a future without me.
Or how every passing day is a reminder of the impending distances that inevitably await us
Is that being prophetic or realistic ? I don't know, because, alas, I am not a writer...
If I were a writer...
These lines would rhyme beautifully
just like our lives would have, into a serene poetry
And I would have expressed myself beyond the Spoken
And you too would have understood the Unsaid
Only, and only, if I were a writer...
Mexican Radio
Driving the highway
back from the store
sun-dripped,
feeling gold
watching the sky burn over
Mexico in dusk
the music on the radio is
a lovely static mixed with words I can't understand
the voices of the past burning
in the rearview, the sunset.
strange birds and small rodents
dart across the road while
I take a swig of water
and remember the eyes
of old love
the horizon behind me
wraps around front
in a claw of color
of warm orange sky
blowing back into a
filament of purple
with a pink bulb smeared
across the top of the
Mexican mountains
can the Tahitian sky of
milk be as beautiful,
can the last trace of light
crashing into Athens
mean more than this,
this bizarre feeling
of hope.
It’s a Funny Thing
I see you in everything.
You haunt my days
With things that remind me of you,
You haunt my nights,
With dreams of you,
And yet,
No matter how hard I try,
I cannot forget you.
And even though,
You are killing me,
And robbing me of my sanity,
I still love you.
Isn't it a funny thing?
Love, I mean.
We love something that destroys us,
And somehow,
We are never able to find
The thing that will heal us.
- Michael Hall
