Talking to strangers
Why not something more inviting?
Talking to humans
A potential something
I guess we do
Little ideas of who this strange is slipping into the empty canvas
Painting the picture
Are they my future lover?
Will I see them naked?
Or are they something else?
Lover is almost the first thought I have when meeting a woman within a certain age bracket.
This idea can stick or disappear quite quickly
What is your go to idea of the opposite sex?
What is your go to idea when you meet a stranger?
Perhaps you flood them with your life’s story
Confide in strangers
Maybe you feel or interpret their idea of you and then you play the role you are given?
I can fall into the role projected onto me
Or I can remain a mystery as I shape-shift from one person to the next
In playing the projected role I lose touch with my own inherent character
Who is Hadley?
I learn as I observe myself
Just like shoulder checking before pulling out, there are blindspots
Parts of myself that I don’t know
But you might?
You humans are the ones that watch me more than I watch myself
What can you tell me?
Let’s make friends with embarrassment, with shame
Maybe there is no shame?
How can I humiliate myself right here, right now?
This is a scary thought
I could get naked
Then I could do a poo in front of you all
…that would be hectic
The story would echo through time
It’s too much
I’ll turn it down a notch
Maybe I could freestyle for a bit
That’s much less dramatic and crazy
Feel free to stare
Or even glare
But mostly I chew
I may spew
Courage went gone
Space no more
Window washer watching all
Is he even here my dear
Well not in the room
Outside, standing with pride
The priest in the confession cell
The wishing well
You are small and large
How can I drop the filter
Speak the truth not a filtha
Scat a rat tik tok danger mouse
Forget your spouse there’s more
You’re not a whore
Or maybe you are?
Response and ability
The ability to respond
Harnessing the space between and manifesting unicorns
The super position
Super human as I stand in possibility
You have that ability
Welcome yourself to it
Open the door with words
Now devise an action, a ritual
Set a point in time and space to launch your new possibility
The action is informed by the possible you
Is this quantum physics of what?!
Blows my mind
We are beginning to know that knowing is a trap we set for ourselves
Gotta love a paradox
What are those?!
My mop is a handy dandy for a dance
Drop to the floor
Can’t stop now, buzzing wild, staring small
Narrowed down filters filing binary existence
Jokes on you
Its tragic but true
Sacrifice the holy cow
The record goes round
Black liquid reflected as the echo’s ripple out
A wave has begun
Hitting my shores
What’s the difference?
There is heavy in my belly
Mind analysing the scratches
Is it good enough
Maybe I’ll surprise myself
What’s happening around me
White light burning bright
Scratching pens in a cell
Little glass cage
The humans playing games
How cute says the trees as we drop them to their knees
So many thoughts
So little time
I catch myself about to lecture a sermon from the mount of my inflated mind
To my dilapidated body and senses
This is the answer
Now just sit back into your habitual story of reality
How to break free?
Meditation it is agreed
How can it be fun?
Tomorrow I shall write about the march
Open myself up
Time to buy a new record
Been repeating myself
Mine’s been playing up
Need a new track
No map just bush
Well how does the bush feel about that
Think about that
Feel about that
The nervous system we create
The bush sets us straight
Or angled, twisted and unique
Beautiful you are
What is your star sign?
I am actually the space between
Undefined, dark, unknown to me and you
So I just sit back and watch
Wow! Look at me go
The mind in awe of radical intuition
Sits way way back and records the magic
No time for thought
This is beyond the known
No frame of reference
No border at all
I watch myself just as I looked out from my eyes
Stepping further away
I am a baby in awe of everything
Then I watch my first children’s TV show and listen to my parents
This is that
That is this
The orange, hard, sweet thing with a green explosion coming forth from it
What is this strange being?
How curious it is
IT’S A CARROT BITCH!
Building the illusion brick by brick by introducing the characters of the movie
Off to work I go because that is the character I play
Driving my car lardy day
Whaat?! Motherfucker this isn’t part of the script
Its your fault stranger
Being all strange and other
You came into my movie and you fucked it up