My Cheerios are lined up - wow!
In very straight a row
I can count to 20 now
But after that ... don't know
A handsome boy sits next to me
On him, I have a crush
I'd like for there a kiss to be
But Mom says not to rush
I finished school, got a job - boon
I've had a steady man
If he won't ask the question soon
then I suppose I can
My baby birds are growing up
And some have left the nest
We'll miss each other sorely - yup!
But know it's for the best
My parents gone. Spouse, Heaven's gain
And many a dear friend
I'm grateful a few still remain
On them, I will depend
Everyone has a place they are coming from
Don't goad the horse when it won't run.
I detect sorrow in your eyes
Because there were no alibis.
(chorus)
All the reasons why
You gave it your last try
The only way to forgive yourself
is to take the past off the shelf
It's worthwhile when you pause
Trace the roots, trace the cause
Find a peace under God's sky:
When you know the reasons why.
Our mind is a spectator, but we're also on the stage
We adlib the lines, when we can't find the page.
There's a gap between who we are and who we wish to be.
Who we are is how we deal with that discrepancy.
Some blame others for that gap
Some blame it on fortunes mishap
Some say they meant it all along
Convince themselves there's nothing wrong.
You can replay the movie in your mind
Facing facts can feel unkind
Still, tracing causes breaks the chain,
So you won't show that side again.
All the reasons why,
The thoughts we hide, the truths we deny.
And if your heart can heal again,
It starts with seeing where it’s been.
We’re all just travelers on our own
Kicking ourselves for what we should have known.
At least we have to try.
To find out the reasons why.
In this blossom spring, you ask the question,
like a gardener checking a withered vine
"Are you okay?" and for a moment,
the gate is unlocked, the choice is mine.
But how do I speak across this distance,
to a shore you've walled, a star gone cold?
I'm trapped within your line of sight,
yet feel like a ghost the silence holds.
I do not need your silver reach,
or pockets deep to pull me through.
My burdens aren't weights for you to carry,
just shadows a shoulder could subdue.
I need the warmth within the chest,
the anchor of arms, the quiet stay.
But you stand forbidden, far and safe,
from storms I never learned to say.
I am an old man out of your league,
orbiting a light that won't descend,
watching you love a ghost I can't see,
wondering if our "us" has met its end.
We sit within this shared degree
of singleness and separate stone—
a "we" that has no room for me,
two shadows, together and alone.
The walls aren't brick, but space and hush,
a haunting math where one plus one stays one.
Outside, the riot of green is loud,
but here, the winter has already begun.
life is a lucid dream we wish to tweak ~
securing objects which our heart does seek
life is transient, our body too will die ~
too late we ask the question, ‘who am I’
It’s always the same.
I always get here, to this place of being.
Quiet and confused by simple complexity.
Do you feel A or do you feel B?
Probably if you ask the question it’s both.
Eco would say it’s based on the rules society gives,
Kristeva would argue it’s based on what society holds back,
Beauvoir would say you have to consistently give it meaning and Camus would say it’s only the means you give it that has weight.
Marvin the paranoid robot would say your evolved mushrooms that get caught up on wanting meaning and many others will continually argue their own points.
It’s all so arbitrary said Saussure and Pierce said it goes deeper into the intersubjective.
I get tired of trying to juggle the theory but I like the funny moments as they hold me in a better mood. Deb Dana said it’s our nervous system and others say it’s parasites. I am the egg man, I’m a walrus. Hear me roar..
Asking for the truth is hard when life does not want to speak with truth but with lies.
A new sister asked me to ask the question and I asked for a different truth that would say more!
I asked for truth as I would not accept the kisses of deceit, for I do not tolerate lies!
At times it feels like my heart and mind are walking through a shadow… can I bear anymore!
I asked for the truth and a passion of one was watered on as they are leaving and lost.
The sister asked me again to ask the divine for the truth and I asked with more tears!
Each person that leaves and is placed into a different unit for the truth is the cost.
Each step forward is a blow to the enemy’s bleeding face as I decrease my fears!
I thought the person before had my interest and was giving me their true love.
The sister asked me if I had accepted the truth… I accepted the truth!
The girl of my dreams has always been hidden behind a mask and vail for our love!
Once we walk in the right path the enemy will always try to convince us of the false truth!
My eyes are a shining blue through the night sky!
I am with the light as it is shining through the sky!
Pope Joan and Joan of Arc
Mysterious women
Both known
For their parts
For hundreds of years
Hidden by history
But time would reveal
What some would not let be
Women dressed like men
Having Divine reason
Chosen by God
Each in her season
The Thirteenth and Fourteenth centuries
Is where each lived
Did one know the other
Or was another life lived
Saint Hood and disgrace
Would divide
Their purpose in life
In which the one lied
The other a warrior
Undisguised
Making France what it is
Though a martyr died
History still hides
What men would divide
Why was it disgrace
For a woman in that place
But the two yet different
Are still the same
What they did back then
Has the same name
We now ask the question
Why a Saint and the other a shame
We now look to God
Who has given it a name
Force that turns glass shards to mists
and causes girders to bend and twist
flesh and bone cannot resist
nor mortal word can console this
pushed to the brink
with blotted ink
the buttons pressed
have secret links
to battles pitched
it might seem rich
for ribbon bars
as spirits lift
the bodies stiff
a cheek to kiss
for some they dare
not lift the lid
an endless list
of souls to miss
we ask the question,
‘is it just this?’
The clan of Icemen wear their mask
covering their faces while they attach
They try to cover their guilt and shame
But in the house of God that shame remains
In westerns a mask was proof of a robber
Hiding their identity to avoid their slaughter
Zorro wore a mask and The Lone Ranger too
But no one ask the question what their mask do
what kind of law protects bank robbers and Jessy James
Since when did the sheriff had to hide his name
An officer of the law has a certain fame
With that fame comes attached a proud name
Nothing like The Untouchables or the O K Coral
But something hidden hiding their moral
Pharisees and Sadducees of our own day
Chasing Gods disciples away yes away
One can't help but wonder
What will happens to their souls
After finding out that to Satan they were sold
How much time
is left to me,
that answer is not known.
We all do ask the question though,
when is my time to go?
An answer comes to us all
for that you can be sure,
cause life as planned
by grand design,
with death,
there is no cure!
Look around & ask the question
Is this all there is to earthly
life?
Strife & bliss are just distractions
inner but outer forms
of dark and light
Despite illusions you'll come to truth
in one way or another
it will reflect
Your darker half reveals the lighter
in heavy ways
that you reject
No lies detected upon this page
for he's a word
that spells the truth
An open book without a title
he creates himself
without a roof
Now back to life & all its planes
we're in & out
without a mention
You have wings but have forgotten
that you can fly
in this dimension
There is more than what you see
but the eyes tend to
deceive
It's best to KNOW that there are levels
within the self
that no one sees
Is it a dream or waking life?
What is the difference that you
suspect?
It's all the same in the scheme of things
but it depends on how
your mind projects
I stood upon the Great Chinese Wall
and drank a pint of alcohol.
'Twas then I had a thought,
and heaved a heavy sigh.
A bird is happy in the sky
when he spreads his wings to fly.
He is so, is he not?
I saw a bird who could not be caught,
a little avian astronaut.
'Twas then I heard him call.
The inspector said, "how did he die?
It's simple. This wall is high,
but I would ask the question why
he took this foolish fall."
THE NOW CONTINUUM
Now might linger forever, or be a mere instant
Yet an end to the present may look ever distant
It fights for survival about which it is so insistent
But it may struggle to be defined as a continuum
As from the past, the future is anxious to come
So try relishing this moment, however transient
When or if, the world in our mind ceases to spin
All sorts of adjustments to time must then begin
And a reset requires more than a password or pin
Maybe now is an old concept that has had its day
It can be redefined with some disregard, anyway
But do not shrug it off, as might some insouciant
The idea of now does maintain its certain appeal
But to academics, it still must prove that it’s real
It needs clear thought, but also how it might feel
There will always be time to ask the question why
When the past has passed, and the future is nigh
Acceptance of a theory could be quite sufficient
Your body pressed up against mine
Your hands running through my hair
you make it feel like a crime
Your absence makes me feel so bare
The dark light up above
The skin to skin feeling
I know we are in love
I see you kneeling
There is a star up above
I see it through the window
The feeling of this love
I see the rings shadow
you ask the question
I feel the tension
Author Dana Redricks
November 23, 2024
Do you really know me? Let me ask the question. Do you know the tears I've shed and the love that I've wished I've had and words swirling inside my head.
Do you know how empty I feel inside, and I want to close myself off and hide. Do know the struggles I've had and how I fight to hold on when everything seems to go wrong.
Do you know the feeling of rejection and depression seems to consume my soul. The only thing that keeps me going is the love of God Yahweh, who always seems to light the way even on those cloudy days when shadows seem to hover up above.
Do you know the pain I feel that a pill could never heal? Everyone seems to have the solution, but they can never come up with a resolution.
Do they know I'm broken inside and need someone to love, and to walk by my side. What's wrong with me, I often ask myself wishing that someone would stand up on my behalf.
Do they know the fears I hide while wearing a frown upside down? Does anyone really completely know anyone there's so much we seem to hide.
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