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Chris Wrestling RP#2
Topic Started: Apr 2 2010, 11:14 PM (216 Views)
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A whistle to a prayer... a line to a song... the description to who may cross the lines defines our greatest moments, we will get lost, we will be found, the day of redemption will one day find us and and it may all backfire, bring our mistakes to a clear. It may take what's been gained and pose all against us…. life gathers our most deemed and highest moments, tailing and piling one against the other until that day, the day of reckoning, the day where life witnesses the real moments and what’s in store for our future. Isn't that what everyday is about though, the future, the next day, the day after tomorrow, whatever we do today decides tomorrow, and whatever we do that day decides the next…. It’s a cycle of decisions, but are they the right one’s? Will today go the right way, will tomorrow turn out right? But today, tomorrow, the future, it all comes into place one day, make the decision, do it right, because one day it’s all going to reap from deep down in our souls…. either to shine to our success, or famously said, it'll come to bite us in the ass!

We often find life is a pitch black, dark life, dark crib, rocking us back and forth, with obstacles in our way, well today the room is dark, I wake, my eyes are open but I can't see, unusual for me, usually the dark feels homely, safe, obstacle free, but it's changed. I'm looking, but, nothing is visible, I might as well close my eyes, I even put my arms out, nothings there and I can't even catch a glimmer to see my own hands, it's different, why the change? but then a voice...

"Oranges and lemons" - say the Bells of St. Clement's

"You owe me five farthings" - say the Bells of St. Martin's

"When will you pay me?" - say the Bells of Old Bailey

"When I grow rich" - say the Bells of Shoreditch

"When will that be?" - say the Bells of Stepney

"I do not know" - say the Great Bells of Bow

"Here comes a Candle to light you to Bed...

Here comes a Chopper to Chop off your Head...

Chip chop chip chop - the Last Man's Dead."

I tick, and think, head tilts slightly while I ponder the reason behind it's voice, maybe it's a hint, so much pressure right now, so much going on, I need money, I need to build my life back up, give me my money. Or is it the Sanctioned Violence Organization? It's had such a late effect on me, I'm back, I'm ready, I've made my presence felt, but it's already been threatened by my own threatening effect on them... is this death? It can't be, I lie close to such darkness, surely death would be calm and welcoming, instead of an invisible force to strike my curiosity. These words, why... but suddenly a flicker, a patch of light shoots, but I'm still nowhere, the light doesn't hit a wall, no objects, nobody and nothing. I remain confused, the dark is leading me nowhere, let me hit a wall finally, give me a path or bring the voice back, talk to me?

I'm here it replies, quietly, just a raise from a whisper, an echo seems to float around me, as if I were in a rather large hall, but the quiet voice could not of produce enough for an echo, but it doesn't bother me. What bothers me is I'm in dark, my home away from home, and I'm lost, there's a voice in here with me and I'm unsure who, or what.

Who are you I ask? ...I get nothing for a few seconds, I'm still looking around, expecting something to show up, why? Give up already, but the response is overwhelming, or should I worry, as the voice seems to come from behind me causing me to swing around quickly.

If you don't know, you're not ready to be told! ...quickly to react, the rhyming misunderstanding, I think it seems like me? Is it, the voice is familiar, it could be, this is my harbor, but right now it seems like my neighbor, a stranger in my own home making me uncomfortable.

You need to tell me what's going on, I don't understand! ...blatantly making my confidence in myself start to fade, I'm beginning to break, I don't like this, not so safe home away from home, bring mine back. Where's the voice gone? I continue to turn, I take careful steps back and forth, left and right, trying, just trying to find something, listening extremely carefully for even a whisper, treading carefully.

You hear your own voice, it confuses you, I speak your own words, you stand bedazzled, but you know I am you, you're not moving your lips, but I'm saying everything you expect me to say! ...I yell back in an immediate response, desperate to find out the truth behind this mask of deception.

TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON?! This is not the normal of my world, it should be dark, but I should be able to see the outside, in front of my eyes should be the crystal ball of the world! ...I've expressed my low faith, hoping for true answers from myself, no matter how ridiculous that sounds, I was hoping for a door to open.

There it lies, ahead of me, no turning, no moving, dead ahead of me in eye line, maybe 15 steps away, fading glimmer starts flickering, I try squint to see through the darkness, try capture the true identity of what's before me. I step closer, and again, still squinting, now preparing, just in case, and each step forward the lights grows, and now starts flickering away, it shows, its a flame, wobbling back and forth, the perch of a candle causing a step of excitement as I rush forward.

What does this mean I think to myself, I circle it, it remains still, but flickering, it gives off its light, I can see myself, but that's it, the surrounding of this cave remain blackened.

What am I doing here? Is this meant to mean something? ...I'm admitting defeat, I own nothing right now, I need answers, I need truth, I need to confront myself to escape the cocoon I'm being held in, and as crazy as it sounds, I stand expecting answers from myself, from my own voice appearing from the darkness, I patiently wait.

I can't give you the answers you want, I'm only here to help you wake, and take the right road, with the right questions, and the right answers! ...I replied, but only to cause more confusion, my own riddles, confusing myself, how do I respond to get what I need? but first I must ask...

Is this a dream? ...as common and foolish as it sounds, I already know its true, I get no answer, clearly because I already know the answer, I'm not here for that, I need to know something, anything.

A dream has only one owner at a time, but that is why dreams are lonely, you need me to tell yourself you're already there, you don't need this extra boost you seek in your thoughts, daily, hoping that come this day of reckoning, the day you need to shine, you won't disappoint! ...how I knew was a stupid question, its me, why would I question that? But I couldn't help myself.

But it's only a false presence, I know my abilities, I know my strengths and weaknesses, I know I'm capable of being the winner I truly am, how could I disappoint? ...stupid question, I know, I don't have to tell myself, but I just did, I even questioned it, but this new comb of fake persona of myself is too battling.

But being there is the ultimate consequence, you need to remove any doubt, you're already a winner, walk it now like it'd already the morning after! ...words full of body and ego, it had to be me, but what am I missing?

Then explain the words of the poem to me? ...I don't get an explanation as such.

A poem is to be understood, and related to, there are answers among the words, not the words themselves, you currently have standing figures in your way, take them one by one, knock them down and achieve the podium of those lying before your victory, that is all! Trust me when I say the poem is not what needs to be understood, words are your least concern, you're a man of amazing stature, you can do much, and much more. I know the plans I have for you, I declare to myself, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future, you will reign in SVO, just believe, dream!

It's speaking to me now like its somebody else, but it's not, it's still me, I just don't get it, finding it now to be most uncomfortable in the darkness, this evanescence is getting too real for my liking, but, I feel, achieved. Maybe these words are what I needed, I've been gone so long, I've spent too much time in the light, the darkness has stricken my faith to the bottom of the barrel, today I fell there, pitched into darkness, in search, and now, I'm home, and again, I whisper into my own ear.

Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself, each day has enough trouble of its own, you just worry about dreaming... now the best way to make your dreams come true, is to wake up...

I surprise myself as the flicker wobbles violently, doubting in it's own violence, even making me blink in the closing light, again, the cave of wonders shadows my eyes with the blind, I become awake again, circling, waiting to hear...

wake up

I get further away, something is happening, what? I don't understand any more, I have the answers I seek, but still, why this?

wake up

Again, unsettling, it seems to get further away and quieter, but I'm still aware, turning and stumbling about.

wake up

And then silence, seconds pass as the silence takes over, I become calmer, I settle lowering my warned guarded hands, relaxing myself as I try to listen, but...

WAKE!

I'm struck from my unguarded self, with the thought and feeling of falling over, shocked out of my spot, out of my presence as I fall into the darkness, but only truth arises, I wake.

Bursting out of my sheets in the middle of the night, rising with a force as if I were in danger, the sheets are clinched to my body with the help of sweat, it must have been the dream, intense and effective, and making me realize, I look around the room with a slight pant of heavy breathing. The blinds are mildly open, the moonlight shining through, I glance at certain objects around the room and then back at the window, still sitting in bed, and I realize, I let out a chirping a smile, I look out at the world, knowing I just revealed myself to myself.

The truth is now clear, a dream is about to be fulfilled, I sit here, sweaty, unsettled, tired and worn, but now full of truth and honesty, a dream is to be fulfilled, and it was all thanks to myself, helping me realize that dream, the dream of my dream, it was me.
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