The script...'n I just flipped!

O gosh!

Do I really have to, is it a must?!

Here’s the thing; and ofcourse this story concerns ‘my’ fling…

Last night I was guided, to see this movie “Practical Magic’.

It really is a funny chick-flick.

Now I know it was just another trick;

to make this chick;

see, what is out there for me.

This afternoon I watched the rest of the movie; cuz last night I got sleepy; wanted to give into my sleeping-mood.

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A little while ago; these letters made me know; that it’s really true; that through movies,

music and this writing I would find my way back to you.

After I wrote the piece number three; the same friend that told me:”You’ve gotta meet this man”, 

told me something bout his ‘best’ friend. 

That’s the part….where this story ’s gonna blend;

into something I couldn’t even comprehend. 

The words that she spoke ’bout his friend; I pushed them away. 

But they wouldn’t let them go astray.

What can I say? (time: 2.22!)

I keep following my own way; but yay, hooray;

I guess in the name of Love they want me to be ’foolish’ through the words in this online-space I say. 

Turns out his ‘best’ friend is;

the co-author of this script!

The one that popped into my mind when I saw three big fish.

Thing is…. the friend doesn’t know yet a great script is ’bout to come into his fist.

Heck.. I don’t even know, where this is gonna go.

I just continue with these words’ mojo…

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Three nights ago, in me head was playing a show.

I was sleepin’ so I guess we call it a dream.

But I was awake; or so it seem.

You know who was in this dream?

Mr. Spielberg.

Yup, the Mr. himself.

When I created my heart, from a vision carved outta my heart onto paper;

I didn’t even know these words were in my heart to savour;

later on showing me a big favour.

I’ve had visions of a movie being made, no trust me, this is no mis-take; of my life.

Not ’bout how I dance, do the jive..

Nah.. back in February when I had just started using the pen;

All was abstract.

In fact; I still thought I wanted to be a fashion designer.

There was only a minor;

detail, left out.

You see, I wasn’t ‘feelin’ the designing and so I went on cryin’, got on my knees;

asked, no begged with an intensity I’d from myself never expect; “GOD, PLEASE, USE ME!”

Till this day, no kiddin’ eh, the energy is doing just that o yay!

The thing is; if I resist; I get pissed.

I start to feel out of sorts and life ain’t treatin’ me no longer like I’m a good sport.

In surrender to the word; this script is coming to birth.

Sometimes I read and I go: “O Please, do we really need to release;

those words? Can’t we make ‘em cease? Please?!”

But that’s just fear; by hugging my ego I make that disappear.

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A few days ago; while walkin’ amongst the trees; an insight to me was released.

It guess it’s time, to shine..?

They made it clear to me; that all these little stories you see;

are take after take, for Mr. Spielberg to make.

That’s when I knew: “Holy Jesus, that is like the biggest clue, I’ve been given so far!”

What happened next, is that in my dream Mr. Spielberg made me see;

this movie is something that needs to be set free!

What a message it would be; if all the people out there would see;

what happens if you completely surrender and trust your intuition!

It makes your vision come into fruition!

That was in my dream, a few nights ago.

But I know; dreams are just as real, as our wakin’ life.

In dreams you shape and create, parts of your fate.

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Number three’s best friend; I have send, an e-mail to him.

But he never got back to me.

Could it be; he’s thinkin;”Boy, this girl really is doin’ too much drinkin’?!”

I mean, can you imagine, a complete stranger e-mailing you;

sayin’: “Hey, you and I, are gonna be co-creatin’!”

Mind you, this is all stated like it’s a matter of fact; but seriously, I still don’t know what to expect.

One thing I know, even though I’m seriously cravin’ cookie dough;

it’s ’bout time for another Spielberg show.

Might this chick, be the head persona of this flick?

The answer is away just one click…

of my mouse.

Will I be too ‘embarrassed and proud’ to let these words come out?

Or will I have the courage to let all these intuitive writings shout;

to my dear-online-crowd;

See…. I did come out…!

I’m of myself just a little proud.

The angels nod, they tell me I’ve secured my spot.

We’ll see what that means…maybe a ‘re-set’ to my teens?

Now I get to live my life, not crying all the way through, but doin’ one after the other high five?

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The hilarious thing of all this is; I never know what words next are gonna hit this miss.

Before writing this, I was led, to something I’d never seen before.

I watched it and I adore!

It’s Puccini’s madame Butterfly.

I watched it and it almost made me cry.

Why? Why? did I have to see this?

Stop messin’ with this miss…

But I know, there is nothing wrong, with following your bliss.

I sat down for the above words wanted to come out, but made me frown.

Now I am done and I know; the same video for you I will show.

Here it is; madame Butterfly!

Will you too, cry?