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.
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