Secrets

"Secrets" I know something good about you you were a child once, too - without malice gentle as the petals of a rose sweet and pure no need to be berated proven guilty - Innocent From your eyes and smile Light emanated joy spilled from the soul of you untouched you were the highest vibration without doubt - Beyond Reasonable Doubt We hold tight to our reserved bank of secrets We keep it closed for when it is truly needed Weakness is never tolerated in all our hardened jail cells we are steel barred rattling silently in all our cages, we are common in so many ways, we are Human we are gormless and ironically naive lacking the refinement to progress whole Light bodied fully lit None of us are untouched perfect and immaculate One day we will all be asked to withdraw our thoughts on ourselves unravel our relevance our currency will it be determined fair legal and legitimate a fare traded to pay the tillerman to transfigure us from all our self-delusional pre-judgements and all the guaranteed sures of us, to the saintly unsaintly secrets we have deposited kept in those hidden locked vaults we have shelved tightly away behind the iron deadbolts of our guarded hearts and minds for come that day we the petulant self-righteous also-rans, we are each of us unremarkably tarnished not gold, we will be so anxious to please to buy our way out of a tight spot where some remnant of truth converts after life to an entry token at the point where the road's blocked We are never nazis in our pristine worlds we are not unique we are standing with each other crowded we are pushing each other aside out of the way it is then we become one the misunderstood the unbelieved the downtrodden dismissed heads hung the forgotten our voices will be lost we are still as invisible trees not seen in the woods golden codes are called forward in another language, more ancient than German die reservierte bank der geheimnisse in our reserved bank of secrets all too soon arrives the dark night of our Gethsemanes where we all are arrested, charged and processed at the cross road we are asked to remember: what good became of us? you will look at me and I will look at you we will say in unison: I know something good about you - you were a child once, too (LadyLabyrinth / 2021) 1. "also-rans" - a horse or dog that finishes out of the money in a race - a contestent that does not win - one that is of little importance especially competitively in the scramble for privileges 2. "to not see the woods for the trees": - to not understand or appreciate a larger situation, problem, etc because one is considering only a few parts of it 3. Gethsemane Geheimnisse/ German translation.