Life is but a tale told
To briefly unfold
A narrative played out
In three dimension
A story written down
Of days passed away
A recital of happenings
Performed on a stage
All playing a role
No admissions need to be sold
Each has a portion of a tale told
The years never exposed
A secret concealed
Affections hidden
A love forbidden
You didn’t know
You never knew
I never minded
Living in your shadow♥
The doors in my life
Have somehow been shut
I can’t seem to find the key
Some say I’m in a rut
But no one knows but me
I seek to find a way to enter in
I pray for one to be opened
But I don’t know where to begin
To find one ajar is what I was hopin’
There is little future or hope
When life’s doors are closed
( An existence I never chose)
An aimless and solitary existence
Is all that’s there
The hurting endured is too much to bear
Some say that God shuts one door and opens another
This may well be for some
There are many chosen to be in his will
While others wait patiently still
The keys to the doors belong to God alone
To open and shut as He wills
We can never enter in on are own
Until trust and faith have been fulfilled
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“The door is closed to prayer unless it is opened
with the key of trust”
John Calvin
Remember the former days
Don’t throw them away
No need to look back
For the present encompasses the past
For memories do last
So don’t erase the past
Remember the former days
The days of your youth
The days of first love
The days of joy
The days of disappointments and strife
The days that shaped your life
But remember the former days
In your last days
As you grow old
Appreciate and cherish
With laughter and tears
Remember
Those hungry years
Those carefree years
Why is a child seen but not heard?
Never allowed to speak a word
Like a bird in the hand
What is life worth?
Why do some deny birth?
Why are fifties’ values scorned?
Yet today’s values are torn
Are woman like men?
Are men like woman?
Culture aside
Biology applied
Why do they discredit housewives?
Because they choose how to live their lives
What is the difference between Betty and Bryon?
Why is one labeled a predator the other a siren?
No need to go to a university
To learn the meaning of diversity
But in life’s community
You have to have unity
Why does society judge a book by its cover?
And defends its right
Even after the truth comes to light
Why do proud people see only themselves?
And love to talk over you
To justify their own view
“Fools have no reason in understanding
They only want to air their own opinion”
Proverbs 18:2
Why do wise people know their limitations?
And never go beyond their expectations
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“There were three kids in my family
One of each sex”
Henny Youngman
(1906-1998)
How prophetic!
“Jesters do often prove prophets”
William Shakespeare
King Lear
What do I see?
When I look into your eyes
I see your soul
When I look at your lips
I see love unfold
When a broken heart appears
I see your tears
When I look at your hair
I see little curls
When I look at your face
I see a little girl
When I look at what you’ve become
I see a woman♥
Clouds of darkness
Cover the eyes
The lamp is shattered
The raven flies
Hope adjourned
Waiting return
Choices and consequences
Never confirmed
Waiting to reborn
Waiting on the morn
Try as it might
Does the darkness prevent
Light from shinning?
Does the darkness retreat
From the light?
The answer’s in sight
When indecisions are gone
At the time of great darkness
Where is your dawn?
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“Post tenebras lux”
After darkness
Light
Indecision is a choice
Unknown
The darkness of the night
Covers the blue of the day
When love becomes
A tragic play
The flower that lives today
Is gone tomorrow
Happiness returns to sorrow
Love is permanent
Or only borrowed
The sweetness of the music
Has now been stilled
The song of love once so vibrant
Has died
Bringing with it a deep reminder of
Life’s reality
That
For every “A” side
There is a “B” side
Is not your life
Robed and hijacked
By society’s mantra
Must one pretend
That what is real is not real
Or
What is not real is real
And not just a fairy tale
It opens the door and lets it begin
But tries its best to keep Puff in
Once it crosses the line
It can never return again
Truth is only the truth if one
Thinks it’s the truth
Satisfying a conscience
Sacrificing others liberties
Yet
The sun will shine
The rain will fall
Night(darkness) turns to day(light)
Children still play
Lovers still hold to true love ways
Is fellowship dead?
Do we no longer break bread?
One must pray that it’s not official
That society has become addicted
To the artificial
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Song from
Pippa Passes
“The year’s at the spring
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hillside’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn:
God’s in His heaven –
All’s right with the world”
Robert Browning
(1812-1889)
How Ironic!
A binary man
Just a number
Never a hero
Counting ones
Counting zeroes
Look alike
Think alike
Speak alike
Uniformity
Conformity
A virtual game
Follow the leader
Stay in step
Don’t be a cheater
Jump through the hoop
Join the group
Do as they say
Don’t go astray
Lose of gender
Lose of love
Lose of identity
Can’t remember
In reality
Lost my Individuality
Lost in a virtual sea
What ever happened to me?
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“Remember what it was to be me:
That is always the point”
Joan Didion