Little green men came and took me away today. I tried and tried to resist but their power controlled me there was no way to fight it. They took me over the rainbow to a beautiful place. The sky is crystal blue with puffy pearl white clouds drifting by, the grass was so green, like the eyes of a black cat, and the flowers in bloom provided a vivid vera of color to soothe any eye. Here they turned me loose. As I walked along the crystal clear water that slowly moved through a meadow that went for as far as the eye could see I realized that I am alone. A mist all of the beauty of natures greatest treasures I stand alone, as the walls of the great empire fall to thy enemies, as the stick falls from the tree and drifts down the river. I walked and I walked thinking that they would not find me but they were in my mind, haunting me, these desires of hell engulfing me until my eyes flowed in the blood of my enemies, until the sweat dripped after a cold morning kill these thoughts controlled me.

I ran and ran thinking, believing that I could get away but I could not, I could not, and I believed it. But how, how could a thought control my very expression of self from within the hour glass the sands of thoughts flooded me till I believed I was dieing, my breathing quickened, and my pulse shot up, I gasped for air but their was none, I screamed with no sound until the birds came and lifted me away from my fear. We flew higher and higher into the sky. I am free, free, from the thoughts that control my inner being, happy as the new born first learning to stand, alive, alive as the child climbing the first tree. But I must let go, this is not real, none of this is real what a lonely being is I, as careless as the fly this being of I for will I fatally fall to die or learn to fly this being of I. content I must be with the birds in the sky, this is not real these visions from my eye, falling I fall from the sky to land in the green pasture walking along the creek...

I walked an I walked until I came to the edge of a forest…
Walking alone in the forest I heard a sound. A sound of a voice crying, hiding within the brush with no one around when I searched and search to find what I found there sat a small child crying with her face in the ground but what could I do but to be one my way, to help the small child there alone, but what could I say I could say that things would be better, they could never be worse no, that would be a lie and the truth would do nothing but hurt so I continued to walk with that thought on my mind walking and wondering of what, or whom I had left behind I could reach out my hand and raise her to her feet I could say nothing and walk alone until we would meet I could be quiet and wait for her to speak... or simply do nothing sit down and take a seat.

I would do nothing, but watch her there I had better things to do, could not afford to care I had places to go and people to meet so with a heavy heart I knew I must go I began to rise and stand on my feet at that time there before me she raised her head to speak the silence in her face was more then I can say, she said that little green men came a took me away today.

I smiled in understanding of what she had said that day and reached out a hand to help her on her way she took my hand a I pulled her to her feet I let go of her hand and put mine to my sides she tilted her head and captured my eyes we stood there for a moment, and then turned away now I was walking with someone in the forest that day...

I had met a person in a place that did not exist…
This person that I had met in the forest that day was as cunning as a fox and yet grounded to tradition. We talked and talked and although my mask of amusement was the face of the day I had never intended to get to know her. I played and played with her until the conversations and emotions for me started to affect me in ways I had not anticipated. The stories, the plays were getting harder to hold together.

I was unable to admit my deed to her, or anyone else so I needed a plan. She offered the solution to me…handed me the topping for the desert, which was the main course of the day. It was served and delivered with such pose, as if a plan had truly come together…and then it was over.

As the sunset and I rode away, leaving the bag, I had thought that the situation had effectively been solved. Alone I walked back to the creek, a hell roaring creek, and waited in silence. The conversations had touched me. Me, a stranger in the dark that I had never met had once again played the player. The creek roars loudly and I did not notice the approaching someone. Their face was unclear and I had never seen them before. Another stranger here before me, ah the game was a foot. This stranger knew me in ways that I had not expected.

Who are you, you there before me that I cannot see. Sit here and tell me the truth, she said. The truth, the truth is relative, it is not constant. The truth does not change the thought of the person whom is controlled by the strings of another she said. Sit here and tell me the truth. I was certain that this person didn't know me that we had never met, what did she want. I am from down under the caverns of the ocean in the land of brizzy. I have known what you have told me to be untrue, now for three, for me, tell me the truth. I felt the hair on my neck stand; my stomach grew suddenly heavy, the girl from the forest… how did you find me. The how's, the whys, these things do not matter; I need to know the person. You have led me through a fantasy of deception and of lies, when you walk in wet, telling me the storm has arrived, I go to the door and look for myself. Do not kid yourself child, you will be alone in the forest because no one will know you. No one will want to know the words that you speak do not commit you to the fact of your life. Now, for four, I will ask once more…tell me the truth…. the truth…the truth, yes such a comment seems to scare you, do you believe your lies, or do you know the difference between them and the truth.

Yes I do. Some have said that the truth will set you free, that knowing the worst, or the best is better then never to have known at all. So I will tell you, my hidden unseen friend, I will tell you one time. I am a friend to some, a lover to one, and a father to three. I am a singer on stage, for the small town plays, and my creations on screen can daze and amaze. I was left alone at a very young age, and determined not to be a victim. I have traveled most of these United States, and I seen things that have left me with a very bad taste. I try to be sweet when I want to be bitter, I always try to smile, especially when I want to frown. I have the strength of a man, the touch of a husband, the compassion of a father, and the heart of a child. I can become many people, but I am only one. I have seen the sunrise from the highest point and felt the cold bitter wind of loneliness, I had both betrayed, and been bitten by betrayal. I am here, I am happy, and the sound of my love still touches my heart. I am soft with a crying child, and a vicious ruthless devastating machine with my enemies, I can count on to fingers the times I have truly been in love, but I been loved by many. My heart is true, my back is strong, and my thoughts still flow and imagine how thing could be, here in my life, in these days, here with my family, living in our daze.

With that I could no longer sit with this person, this person whom I had never met. I left the creek free from the stories I had told and everything I told her was the truth. I had no more stories to hide behind. I left all the things I had been drinking, I stopped the things that had messed up my thinking and I was free to walk again.