one shall stand, one shall fall.

hello everyone, meet my childhood hero.




b.

the punches keep getting harder.

you know you've lost this match...
but you don't know how to lose.

maybe i'll get points for heart
... yes, maybe, heart.


the warrior of light studies
the two columns on either side
of the door he is trying to open.

one is called "fear" & the
other is called "desire".
the warrior looks at the
column of "fear" & on it
is written :

you are entering a dangerous,
unfamiliar world where everything
you have learned up until now
will prove useless.

the warrior looks at the
column of "desire" & on it
is written :

you are about to leave a
familiar world wherein are
stored all the things you
ever wanted & for which
you struggled long & hard.

the warrior smiles because
nothing frightens him &
nothing holds him.

with the confidence of one
who knows what he wants,
he opens the door.


b.

don't tell me how or what
i should or shouldn't feel.
i am me, boo, not you -
i think that's the problem.

how long more do i want
to deceive myself till i accept
that this is what is meant
to happen in the wonderful
grand scheme of things...
for the better good of all?

i lied when i said that
i could handle all this.

couldn't you see it in my eyes?

b.

what does one do
when the walls are closing in?
you're racing against time.
maybe you're racing against yourself.

crossing every hurdle,
re crossing every hurdle,
living every success,
re living every success.
remembering every hurt,
re remembering every hurt.
every kindness, every word,
every moment, every kiss,
every love, every heartache,
every friend, every enemy
every happiness, every sadness,
every hope, every despair,
everything. everything.
everything.

dying & being re born everyday.

that is who i want to be.

i am who i am, today.
& who can stop me?

nobody.

but me.

b.

if ever there was a doubt,
my love, she leans into me.
this most assuredly counts,
she says, "most assuredly".

it might change tomorrow,
but it's what it is today...
& i will just enjoy this while it is.

this is starting to feel like home.
... all over again.

b.

i am grateful to the multitude
of old friends of which we never
fail to do the following:

1.
have the ability to speak
as if time has never past,
although, the truth is far
from it.

2.
talk about all our respective
past / present / future
romantic relationships
with so much humour,
that would ease any bad day.

i clubbed him on the head
& said, "you, come here"
& carried him off
into the sunset.

3.
understand each other
even though we've all
changed beyond measure.

4.
relive each moment...
that little part of history,
we all shared for however
long or short it was.

5.
be the world's biggest
gossip mongers -
devolving into giggly
14 yr old convent girls.

6.
rib each other about
how old we've all become,
how much weight
we've come to put on
... or lose.

7.
be proud all over again
of our swan songs.

8.
remind each other
- all over again -
about bad dates,
embarrassing moments,
bad hair cuts / days,
hideous fashion senses
& everything else your
mind was sensible enough
to block out.

9.
love each other
all the same...
even though we
love to take nasty
potshots at each other!

10.
still have intellectual,
mature & sensible talks
about our lives &
what we plan to do
with them...
despite points 1 - 9.


OH, HOW EXCITING!!!!
boo, when you become
a rich, famous rockstar,
can i become your mistress
so i can sponge off you &
swim in your pool everyday?!

coral, we're boo's friends
so we can sponge off her &
swim in her pool everyday
WITHOUT being her mistress!

ok then boo, when you die,
can i have your stuff?

right. i love you too, coral.

b.

is it a blessing or a curse to
have the god-given gift of
inner knowledge?

to innately feel the rhythms
of this complex universe,
& know exactly what it is,
or has been, trying to tell you.

what does one do with
that knowledge?

knowing fully well that this
knowledge has the power to
heal or hurt, destroy or save...
depending on who is on the
receiving end of that knowledge.

how does one prepare
for the revelation of
that knowledge?

knowing that one chapter
is just about to close...
you're just tying up loose ends,
before you hit a different one -
full of changes & new challenges,
a life completely different from
what you've once known it to be,
one beyond all your imagination.

maybe, it's just my imagination.

b.