Flexing up on stage
The human body displayed
Witness the fitness
The human body displayed
Witness the fitness
So more filming was done the previous Friday. Some old scenes and some new ones. Saturday was not as good though. Bad weather and problems with the cast created more delays. Every step forward is onto a slippery rock that might not support our weight. This ravine, I must cross it, but it seems to beckon me into her cold, wet arms. If only there was a bridge around. Alas there is not.
I think my thespians are beginning to lose patience and faith. But I have a vision, and confidence. Also, as of tonight, add ambition to that list. I saw a building, mirrored. Twin towers if you will. There was a walkway. Mr. lead me to the building. No way. That's where I want to be. Up in the sky, looking down on a young guy walking down below. Talking to his friends about his short film. Thinking of how great it would be to be up where I am. On this walkway. This walkway that lead me to this building. He'll see me and think, that's where I want to be. On this walkway. Looking down.
But from on high I will reserve judgment. Because who am I to judge? Because I've achieved something in this life that really amounts to nothing if pondered deeply. I will look at people and try not to judge, but they will look at me and find it hard not to judge. But none of this has happened yet. I'm not on the walkway. It hasn't lead me to any buildings. I'm down below looking up. Only, there's no one there. The walkway's empty. Mr. lead me to the building isn't leading anyone anywhere. Then, just like that, they're out of view. Out of sight, out of mind. But I still see that walkway in my head. I'm on it, looking down, but not down upon.
Friday will see the commencement of shooting. I can't wait. This is the first step toward that walkway. The first step that leads me to the building. My walkway waits. Gilbert, Natalie and Maria will facilitate these first steps. I am forever grateful, thespians, walkway et al.
I think my thespians are beginning to lose patience and faith. But I have a vision, and confidence. Also, as of tonight, add ambition to that list. I saw a building, mirrored. Twin towers if you will. There was a walkway. Mr. lead me to the building. No way. That's where I want to be. Up in the sky, looking down on a young guy walking down below. Talking to his friends about his short film. Thinking of how great it would be to be up where I am. On this walkway. This walkway that lead me to this building. He'll see me and think, that's where I want to be. On this walkway. Looking down.
But from on high I will reserve judgment. Because who am I to judge? Because I've achieved something in this life that really amounts to nothing if pondered deeply. I will look at people and try not to judge, but they will look at me and find it hard not to judge. But none of this has happened yet. I'm not on the walkway. It hasn't lead me to any buildings. I'm down below looking up. Only, there's no one there. The walkway's empty. Mr. lead me to the building isn't leading anyone anywhere. Then, just like that, they're out of view. Out of sight, out of mind. But I still see that walkway in my head. I'm on it, looking down, but not down upon.
Friday will see the commencement of shooting. I can't wait. This is the first step toward that walkway. The first step that leads me to the building. My walkway waits. Gilbert, Natalie and Maria will facilitate these first steps. I am forever grateful, thespians, walkway et al.
Like strangling a goat
Tone deaf and some rusty pipes
He tries all the same
Tone deaf and some rusty pipes
He tries all the same
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3 comments:
Wow.
Soon enough, sir. You just to vision everything and everybody as Mr or Mrs Walkway. Lead you to the building. Way.
have to vision*
Yup. You should try not to judge, not just write it...
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