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
I never recognized the costume
I never saw the mask
A clever disguise
Hidden from sight
Blinded my eyes
A false showing
A false pretense
A party
A charade
Never thinking I was part of
The masquerade
Love is like a circus
As high as a wire
As sweet as cotton candy
As innocent as a child
As moving as a parade
A carnival of romance
Until the final act ends
The performance
When the masquerade crumbled down
I became the biggest clown of all
Hold on to love
The poets say
For like running water
Love and life just drifts away
Never to return from were they came
How do you keep love from fading?
Time doesn’t heal as they say
Time only moves love further away
Leaving remnants of love’s decay
Life does cease
Thoughts do descend
To a place not known
To a place with no end
Where love dies
Only to be born again
Mortality is bitter
Life paralyzing
Where love’s not realized
It flows into eternity
There to remain
An unfulfilled memory
No longer to sustain
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As long as there’s life
There’s hope
I fear the night
The darkness brings
Where demon spirits troll
To capture my very soul
I fear the waning moon
Its artificial light
It brings no warmth
On a cold bitter night
I fear for sleep
Chance I wake
The hand of death
My breath will take
I fear my dreams
For what they say
If they be true
They rule the day
I fear the dawn
The light it brings
Will it expose
Those secret things
I fear mortality
The end of days
The final hymn
The organ plays
I fear that God
In His almighty power
Will not save me from His wrath
In my final hour
Yet
We’ve been told
Do not fear
Do as I command
Walk with me
I will hold your right hand
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“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I fear no evil , for You are with me.
Psalm (23-4)
What’s there to do?
When you are trapped in your thoughts
For
Thoughts are only thoughts
Never put to words
Feelings and emotions
Never heard
You struggle in silence
To basket your thoughts
You carry your feelings
That you have fought
With pen in hand
You take a stand
You write the words
That need to be heard
Thoughts that no longer roam
The birth of a poem
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“Words without thoughts
Never to heaven go”
William Shakespeare
You extend all your labor
On something you’ll never catch
For the false appears real
Making life surreal
A façade of being happy
You race towards success
College
Job
Marriage
Family
Retirement
You extend all your labor
On satisfying the next thing
A little bit more
You just can’t ignore
You delude yourself into thinking
That you’re in control
Always in doubt
As to what life is all about
But
Too many get fooled
By an endless barrage
Chasing after life’s retreating mirage
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“…Mirages are things that aren’t really there
That you can see very clearly”
Norton Juster
“The Phantom Tollbooth”
Mirror mirror on the wall
Help me to recall
The images in my mind
Reflection of a likeness
Place my thoughts in rewind
Memories reflect
Thoughts that are scattered
I try to collect
But it doesn’t seem to matter
Reasoning aside
I try my best
To forget the past
To put my thoughts to rest
But
Learning to forget
Has not happened yet
So
I’ve learned at last
To live with the past
Mirror mirror on the wall
It doesn’t matter after all
Becoming introspective
I’m now self-reflective
I’m back where I started
Alone with my thoughts
How can it be
That love runs so deep?
So deeply hidden inside
Where only love can abide
Love takes control and won’t let go
You don’t ask for it
You can’t stop it
It captures your being as history has shown
It tears at the heart
It bites to the bone
It’s impossible to touch it
You can’t capture its essence
Sometimes its fleeting a wink of an eye
Sometimes it lingers leaving only a why
It causes hurt
It causes pain
Poets write of it
Love songs tell of it
Imaginations hold on to it
Embedded in the soul
A lover’s refrain
When it arrives no longer hidden
A love locked inside no longer forbidden
It reaches the heart carefully seeding
Watered with tears its growth exceeding
It blossoms
It flowers
It explodes into view
It shouts from the mountain tops
It echoes cross the valleys
One it arrives it never stops
Leaping!
Rushing!
Sudden sallies!
Words can never describe it
Do not attempt to try
For life is empty without it
Yet, no one can tell you why♥
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“Who is wise in love,
Love must,
Say least”
Alfred Lord Tennyson
(1809-1892)