I’ve come to doubt, the deepest love, once sewn with spiritual thread, into the fabric of our emotional center, can be willed away, even if wanted or desired.Rather it goes underground when no longer embraced, to be felt, another day, when all else becomes still.For dreams and hopes to exist, of holding hands, and walking together, when old and bent, there has to something in place, to find and prevent human nature, prompting us to always seek a new face. Otherwise what chance do we have, when there are bumps in the road, to see the physical beauty of youth, now grown to the beauty of maturity hidden within. So is the grass always greener on the other side? Only when we choose to put blinders on our hearts, denying to embrace and renew again, the deepest love buried somewhere within. It’s power and certainty, unused, denied and forgotten, no longer touchable, without healing and help, only because the grass beneath our feet, solid footing for so long, no longer held our needed attention.
In a symbolic melee of defiance,
Rabid amber leaves scuff the callus stoned
Noon summons the arctic wind a tad honed
December’s mist embraced forced compliance,
Thought of you brother you free of science
Allied yourself to simply days unknown,
Hating maturity once we had grown
To delve in the darkness of alliance.
Yet a glimmer of hope our mamma cries
A lone star persists with the morning dew,
The young master soon to reclaim his home
Corroded by the other side he sighs,
The angels appeared offered life anew
Safe habitat for him that chose to roam.
© Harry J Horsman 2019
The stares burn my skin,
I fail to conform, becoming faded in the world.
Only one choice: follow others or be forgotten,
The ropes hold me back, forcing me to forget myself.
I feel the pressure to categorize who I am,
Labels controlling the way we act:
Sexuality, gender, and friends,
Without a choice I'll never be accepted.
I choose to separate from the conformist ideology that constricts who I am.
I choose to find the greener grass on the other side.
What sends the athlete to a sweaty slaughter ?
What makes the thief cross the honour border ?
And short man syndrome crave the taller ?
Where the grass is always greener.
The family man craves the bigger house
The fashion model a thinner blowse
The man at the bar a younger spouse
Where the grass is always greener.
Where the problems of life will disappear
Where all our memories are souvenirs
Where Highland mist will always clear
Where the grass is always greener.
Why let what you have slip through the cracks ?
And let the voice within you subtract
What you have bought by truth to attract
That's more than where the grass is greener.
Today I saw the sun shine through
And smiling happy faces
Moving on and never looking back
Takes you to wonderful places.
They say the grass is greener
On the other side of life
But we should enjoy what's on offer
Free from trouble and strife.
We found a comforting road there
But now it seems to have gone
Better to stay on your own side
It doesn't matter which one.
Being human we are never satisfied
We'll always aspire for something new
The world could be a better place
But then again, “Not always true”.
© Hazel 2013
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