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DREAM TRAIN…

Another example of when artists and writers collide.

DREAM TRAIN

“I must have dozed off, how the hell did I get here?

I don’t even remember getting on this train. Everyone is awfully quiet. Hell they’re all just normal subway car riders. Looking but not really looking at each other. Everyone just trying not to be noticed, wanting to get through this ride and get off the train. Hell, what am I thinking? Of course, I just fell asleep. I’ve been working so damn hard these days, my brain is playing tricks on me. I’m imagining that I haven’t been sitting here the whole time. But have I been here? Why don’t I remember getting on this train? Did I miss my stop? I feel like I’ve been on this damn train forever!

Excuse me ma’am, ma’am, could you please tell me what the next stop is? I seemed to have dozed off and might have missed my stop, ma’am? How rude, she’s totally ignoring me.

I certainly must have missed my stop; these people don’t look like people who live in my neighborhood. They’re not even sociable. I’ll just close my eyes for a minute, I’m so damn tired, maybe I’ll take a nap and all this will have been just a weird dream. The worst part is that I feel like I’ve been here before. Oh well, at least I’m on my way home and not on my way to work!

That’s odd; the sun is shining into the car. How could it be light outside?”

Conductor’s voice over train intercom: “Sorry folks the next stop will be delayed. It seems some poor soul has jumped into the path of the train ahead of us and was killed.”

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The artwork is just one of the many unique and fascinating pieces by our new friend Ray Ferrer @ http://urbanwallart.wordpress.com/

The words fell out of my face and onto this page…http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/

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THE HALF BLIND DATE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

“RING,RING”, went the phone in the cabin of Shelia’s houseboat. “Okay Okay I’m coming,” Shelia yelled as she reached over the bunk bed/kitchen table to get to the pink princess phone in the center of the boats cabin. Phone in hand and half out of breath she spoke, “Hello?”

“Hi is this Shelia?” asked the voice on the other end.

“Yes it is,” Shelia replied ,“who’s calling please?”

“Hi My name is Eddie, I’m Alan’s friend, and he gave me your phone number. Alan did tell you about me didn’t he?” Eddie asked hesitantly, Eddie was very nervous about meeting someone new. With him being a Pirate on the open seas, he really never had time for a girlfriend. His sword buckling scars and the loss of his left eye always scared woman off.

Shelia said to herself for a moment, Eddie, Eddie, “Oh my, she exclaimed, yes, yes Eddie, Alan’s friend, of course. I’m sorry the call took me by surprise.” Shelia started thinking to herself “I hate these blind dates; you never know anything about the other person”.

Eddie started talking,” I guess our friends thought we might get along?”

He sounds polite enough, she thought. Shelia suddenly realized that they had been talking for almost 2 hours, laughing and joking about previous blind dates and experiences they have had. Eddie really sounded like a great guy; she was happy and relaxed for a change. Shelia smiled at the prospect of getting along with someone. It had been so long since her tragic boating accident that anyone would even give her a second glance these days. Most folks just stared at her when she walked into town to get supplies. The two of them acted like teenagers on the phone talking about their favorite music and their mutual love of sailing. Before she knew it they were sharing everything about themselves, well almost everything. Shelia didn’t have the courage to tell Eddie everything about herself. She wasn’t ready to tell him about what had happened that fateful day last year on her boat. Thinking to herself, “How do you tell someone you just met that you lost your right eye and that you now have to wear an eye patch?

 

This incredibly thought engaging artwork was submitted by our good friend Edilio Cicostile http://ediliociclostile.wordpress.com/

 

The words and the title “The Half Blind Date” is from my brain as I wrote this story.http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/

I hope you all enjoy it… Steve

 

-Peace

 

 

 

ATTENTION ALL ARTISTS AND WORDSMITHS !!!

I Got A Story Like That

Is looking for artists and writers to meet.

I have had a tremendous amount of fun and personal satisfaction with artists that I have never met sending me selected pieces of their work. Then I create a story/poem about that art.

Visit our site and see the results of our collaborations.

You don’t have to be an artist/writer to see whats happening here.

You might just have a little fun or maybe too much fun.

 

-Peace

NEVER AGAIN

Here is another wonderful piece of art that was sent to me. I asked this talented artist to send me any artwork they wanted and that I would write  my interpretation of  that piece.

I call this story Never Again.

“Never again, NEVER NEVER NEVER,” I said out loud. “That’s it, it’s over. I’m done. I’m finished with you and I’m finished with this, this so called life. I have no life, all I do is work work work”

***His reply reeked of boredom and was very low toned  “Ha ha, you can’t just up and leave like that. Just like me you’re stuck. You’ve given this thing of ours more than you care to admit. You’re in too deep. You can’t walk away, just like I can’t walk away, nobody just walks away!” He said in a very convincing voice that flowed like sweet wine being poured into my out stretched glass of “whatever this is that I have become.”

I replied through a long sip of me.“Maybe you can’t quit this, this thing we have become, but I can and I will,”

My mind drifted and I thought back at all “that I had now become.” What I had gone through, the rehearsals, the shows, the before and after parties, the ass-kissing and begging for auditions.

Sure, I was a HUGE success.

Sure I have all the money and awards one person should ever have, more than I’ll ever need.  

Was all that necessary, just to get here? Was it worth it to get here to this moment, this place and time, with him?

Who was he to tell me what is or is not good for me? I could stop this anytime I choose to, couldn’t I?

***Suddenly He whispered quickly and firmly. “I know what you’re thinking, and you can forget about it, right now.”

There was an unpleasant pause in the air as I squeezed my eyes closed in an attempt to isolate and compose my thoughts and reply. I was determined not to be bullied anymore. It was time for me to take back control, be myself, for myself, for my survival!

Still alone in my dressing room as I had been from the start of this conversation. I stood and looked directly into the mirror smiled and said,” Okay one more show, one more, then, I’m quitting,”

My reflection in my mirror just smiled back at me and whispered, “Sure, sure it’s your last show, it’s always you’re last show, you go and knock ’em dead.

***I’ll be right here when you get back, then WE can talk some more like we always do”

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The words came from  Steve O’Brien   sobnyc.wordpress

The art is from Crenguta Mirela Bacaoanu

I love this collaboration, please challenge me !!!!

WHAT YOU HAVE SOWN

WHAT YOU HAVE SOWN

 

I am in the middle

 

Of who I am

 

I am not the same

 

Do you understand?

 

Is my “not”

 

What you can see?

 

Or is it just

 

What’s meant to be?

 

How shall I share

 

What I’ll become?

 

With those who’ve seen

 

What I’ve undone?

 

Reach out to touch

 

Or simply graze

 

It is your eyes

 

That show your daze

 

Do not fear

 

Or cry inside

 

Be of full heart

 

Thou will not hide

 

Remember your life

 

Is not your own

 

Remember to reap

 

What you have sown

 

Painting courtesy of http://dutchtouchart.com/#_cnum=1868&_cat=4

Words by Steve O’Brien http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/