Monday, August 10, 2009

The Great Pretender

The Great Pretender

Prefer I to press to these keys
To imbed on my own memory and cyber world
The imaginary cankers that I seem to cherish
And hold dear
When I know they are only phantoms of old dead dreams
Long drempt, long past in memory
Of lives lied in the dim half world of shadow
Somewhere back in the days of maybe regret and too little joy’
And now I know what is important,
For it is joy that I can make for myself
It is the day I can fill with laughter and crystal dreams of now
Of bells that ring like little birdsong
And fragrance on the breeze
And the tug of a fish on my line
The touch of her gentle fingers on my body
The breath of her on my ear
And there is more for I can look and see dimension
And form and the floor beneath my feet that stays
Level and firm so I don’t sink to my chin in doubt
Yes to know I know, to know I am me
To know I am pretending
A pretend that I am pretending
Oh what fun.
Fill my pretended lungs and let out a laugh
At how silly I am to try to not know
And to know that I am really having fun
Pretending to pretend,
And forever


  1. WOW! Beautiful!
    What can I say?

  2. Yes, to know you are pretending is the thing. Pretending is fine until we forget we pretended. And then many even become resentful when their pretence is ignored. Complexity upon complexity. Sir Walter Scott was a bright cookie when he said, "Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive" How delightful to know that there has been truth passed down through time in quotations.