What if
We were cut from the same cloth
We were made from the same star
We were forged in the same fire
We were sprouted from the same root
What if
We loved with the same heart
We spoke with the same intention
We kissed with the same desire
We cuddled with the same warmth
What if
We were one
I'm just an old-fashioned, flannel lumberjack shirt.
My father was some overalls, a farmer of dirt.
I'm a worn out and holey pair of cotton socks,
An unwanted sweater, packed away in a box.
My son's a fancy ascot living in New York City.
He can't be cut from the same cloth, he's too pretty -
A button down shirt, a jacket of fine leather,
A whole different sort of men's wear, altogether.
I'm aged pair of wing-tips, no longer employed,
Split along the sides, by overwork, nearly destroyed,
Living in the shiny black dress shoe memories of
Backless gowns, diamonds, stilettos and satin gloves.
I'm a quiet and unassuming pair of jeans,
A t-shirt with a picture of natural scenes,
A pair of rubber sandals, and a worn out straw hat,
A beachcomber, escaping the race of the rat.
I'm shorts on the way to the laundry in a sack,
An old hat that's traveled around the world and back.
Though I may have a loose thread that needs a snip,
Still, this hat gives life an appreciative tip.
Heard this before? “Life is what you make it”
So very true, we are all captains of our own vessel
We are the ones that map out our course
The winds of life are not always in our favour
But the happiness we receive is much more gratifying
Than always having things handed to us on a silver platter
We appreciate even the smallest gestures of love and kindness
Aside from the lunatic fringe, we are all cut from the same cloth
That one percent cause all the problems
For the ninety-nine percent of normal folks like us
All we want is to get from point A to point B
With love and the least amount of hassle
So my advice is, just let the good times roll
One day at a time and all that stuff
The women in my family
Clean baby butts, scrubb toilets
Work, go to school, cook dinner
And study for final exams while everyone sleeps
Daughters, sisters, mothers and grandmothers cut from the same cloth
They take care of their men
They make them wash the dishes and watch babies
While they eat pomegranate sorbet and watch The Bachelor
Or something not-football on Netflix
Our strength and our legacy
Make no mistake
The wife I married, the daughters, and granddaughters she raised
I stand in awe of every day
Not cut from the same cloth
humanity has been brain washed
I'm the type who loves to watch
look to the left and cough
she's thick in that primordial sauce
primitive temptations
invading my reptilian thoughts
set mountains ablaze
to attract gaint moths
only
to
be
squashed
Heard this before? “Life is what you make it”
So very true, we are all captains of our own vessel
We are the ones that map out our course
The winds of life are not always in our favour
But the happiness we receive is much more gratifying
Than always having things handed to us on a silver platter
We appreciate even the smallest gestures of love and kindness
Aside from the lunatic fringe, we are all cut from the same cloth
The one percent lunatic fringe cause all the problems
For the ninety-nine percent of normal folks like us
All we want is to get from point A to point B
With the least amount of hassle
So my advice is, just let the good times roll
One day at a time and all that stuff
© Jack Ellison 2014=center>
Eileen and I are cut from the same cloth
Hopeless romantics we two
Oblivious to life's trials and tribulations
It's love that sees us through
Since the world began, it's the driving force
The reason we exist you and I
Thoughts of no longer being able to express
My love brings a tear to my eye
Ask Eileen, she knows what I mean
Her words exude passion and desire
Symbols of what real love is made of
That can set our hearts on fire
What a wonderful place this world would be
If love replaced hate in men's souls
For the first time ever since the beginning of time
We'd be actors in a strange new role
Eileen and I are cut from the same cloth
Hopeless romantics we two
© Jack Ellison 2013
Dedicated to everybody's sweetheart, Eileen Ghali
What an exquisite treasure you are
rocking my day to sleep
leading it joyfully into night
kissing my ears with tender words
that stir my soul to ask
how could a moment like this
have taken my lifetime to arrive
as I relax my grip and breath
knowing tomorrow will come
if it will
and that you will be standing
within my reach if you choose
to touch a heart that is missing
from your own chest
as your heart has taken a home
inside of me
and we dance through that
magically in each others spell
not really held but free
except by the desire to touch
another cut from the same cloth
but only embroidered
with different names
that proclaim one truth
that wisdom should be held nobly
and nobility should be wisely held
so my hope still dances
to touch your hair with my face
and feel the caress of your lips
curiously exploring my neck
naked in our words
telling each other's truth
through eyes that cannot lie
except together as one
the heart shall only work
with the fabric of love because
we are cut from the same cloth
Iron Men
Hobbes
We march forward through the darkness,
Our vision fades to black.
Our one-tract minds carry us through,
The next big heart attack.
The mission is set out in stone,
And we will show no fear.
And God's grace be upon the man,
Who stops to shed a tear.
Our freedom is taken to meet,
The needs of lesser men.
We never waiver, don't complain,
And never think again.
We're naught but tools to meet the needs,
Of the mastermind's will.
And though we are much like machines,
We are all human still.
Soldiers march off to face their deaths,
Their eyes as set as stone.
They're told in death all of their sins,
Will finally be atoned.
For family, country, or for God,
Its all a form of zeal.
No matter how you wish to spin,
You're not behind the wheel.
Each man is cut from the same cloth,
A modern man of steel.
The thing that we seem to forget,
It that they all still feel.
We send them in to face the foe,
They know not what's in store.
We winde them up and set them off,
Toy soldiers off to war.
Why does it take the unexpected for me to feel connected?
Gods the architect, He designed it, I reflect it.
Flip the coin of life and death,
One side Emotion the other intellect,
Human trial and error, then progress.
It’s a domino affect.
We grow,
Some are silent, others shine like Ultraviolet.
I am sunlight and purple pain,
Wrist bound by misery’s chains.
I see,
We all stereotype it’s the truth,
We got deep roots and bad habits
woven into the souls fabric,
It’s hard to manage, everyday’s a challenge.
I got to find balance.
Destroy system taught, polluted Thoughts,
Cut out the worlds poison, and burn the wound with Salt.
Were all cut from the same Cloth.
My Truth:
Ignorance is not an Excuse.