Players or Audience
our so called perception
we are in our own minds the enemy and peace maker
it comes in an attempt to recreate a better version
of our existence...
Once it had been possible to differ from folks
walking a brighter days path, resembling a desired
place on this earth...Living breathing lying and
all was well in the world that is today
the distraction from truth...
The only truth can be haunting..exhausted of hearing
the voice in my own mind, tired of the excuses deciding
to make the same bad decision, for the sake of some dreamt of
world, where its inhabitants regard self as truth
personal gain as drive..
its inhabitants have little concern for tenderness
or giving without return and loving with no condition.
Our perception cruel in ways of our own demise
fatalistic a theater of the arts of a time ago
where the players; a gathering in talents story
tellers for an audiance of the less fortunate..
Are we of the audiance or of the players, a grand
scene played out for the lowly traveler or world
traveler alike.
Are we capable of such things in our own minds eye.
It is behind those closed gates deep nearly buried where
we have seen this display, where boys are men of worth and stature.
A girl of braids blossoms to a lily dancing radiant..
It is the path from the deep, through the courtyard and outside the
gates that the man becomes a boy again, little and afraid for
his perception is soiled as the audiance of the less fortunate..
Creating a theater of the arts, his mind the player and the audiance
his world dismal, no direction and waiting for the next scene
not to involve this recreated world...
Expressing kindness is not the norm in this world of self
giving without hope of return mocked to kill a sincere gesture
Remembering love as an endless stream flowing freely creating
new paths as it winds down the mountain, empties into the ocean
of vast depth and unforseeable horizon.. This is the love of the man
dreamt of as a boy, behind the cold deep walls buried within a heart
seeking truth, integrity, and a place to call worthy of existence...
The audiance
The players
The inhabitants of this world
all seek for self
Create a scene that inspires
makes change
generates hope
and love could again flow freely falling excited but
guided and making new..I will find a way to make it true...
To gift it in same and its depth will be seen from a far
as beauty can be seen from across lands
This found love made true, gifted unconditionally will
in same be seen and it will inspire greatness...
Behind this greatness is indeed purity
and the glory of that
ideal has nothing to do with
me...