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This girl was shy
This girl was introverted
This girl was afraid
This girl felt alone most of the time
A few close friends were her saving grace
This boy was active
This boy was wired
This boy was different
This boy felt alone most of the time
God was his saving grace.
This girl played sports
This girl studied hard
This girl made no enemies
This girl loved to write
The pen was her instrument for expression
This boy was awkward
This boy got by
This boy was involved with his church
This boy loved to be on stage
Acting and debate were his means of expression
This girl had dreams
This girl had hopes
This girl had fears
This girl followed her friends to college
This boy had dreams
This boy had hopes
This boy had fears
This boy followed his father into the military
While this girl was coming out of her shell
This boy was learning survival methods
While this girl was exploring dating
This boy was fathering a baby
While this girl was experiencing her first failure
This boy was trying to stay alive in the Persian Gulf
This girl grew into a well-educated, mature, but very lost woman
This boy grew into a well rounded, divorced, military father
Shortly after they met, this woman and man pledged their love for each other
This woman fell in love with this man’s confidence, humor, and sincerity
This man fell in love with this woman’s beauty, compassion, and wit
This woman and this man vowed to spend the rest of their lives together
This man made promises
This woman believed in him
This man made more promises
This woman began to doubt him
This couple communicated well
This couple shared deep truths
This couple was honest with each other,
but not with themselves
This couple had good intentions
This couple loved their family
This couple lived beyond their means
This couple began to perish
This woman had lost her husband
This man had lost his wife
This couple was determined not to lose their friendship
This couple was focused on the happiness and well being of their children
This couple would not simply “go through the motions”
This couple would be honest with each other and themselves
This couple would work as a team for the first time in their lives
This couple would be happy living apart
This couple would always love each other
I'm asking you to run.
Run as fast as you can
in another direction.
Don't remain in your fear of life
outside of comfort or rob yourself
of identity as you go through the motions
on the path already laid out
for you.
It may seem easier to take what's given,
but you will become your father,
and your father's father.
Just another man,
capable of anything
and everything,
making choices founded
on naivete and fear.
Your hesitance in forming
new traditions
holds you back,
as the Alpha
keeps you on a tight leash
through his ability
to maneuver his way
right into your guilty conscience.
You are an ally
to his tradition,
but only because you allow him
to manipulate you into thinking
that you are being judged by your friends,
your family,
and by God,
the three things
that you believe
built the foundation
of your existence.
But the only one who is judging you
is the one who is manipulating you.
And why, you might ask?
For stepping outside
of HIS tradition,
for looking outside of
who he created you to be,
molding you
like silly putty since the day
you learned to walk.
I was silly putty once too.
I've been there.
But I opened up my mind
to the things that scared me,
the things I wanted most,
This is what gave me an identity,
freeing me of being bound
in the captivity of taking
on the beliefs of "tradition"
without ever thinking about it,
the captivity of staying true
to its values
without even knowing what they are.
So when people ask
why you believe what you do,
you have no explanation,
for you've never had the chance
to think for yourself,
not until now.
I was there.
Now its your turn.
Convince me that you
are not just a generational
work horse like those
before you.
For in the end
if that is the path you choose,
I will not be resentful
and I will not be hateful.
I will only be disappointed
and broken-hearted
that you fell into
the boring predictable life
that I knew you never wanted.
Convince me that when I look at you,
I see only YOU,
the brilliantly gifted person
who has the ability
to make a difference
and change the world...
But only if you run.
they were having trouble in their marriage
so they both decided to go to a counselor &
he suggested a retreat,
so they both cleared their schedules &
in the attempt to preserve whatever was left,
they both made their way to the center
buried out in the middle of the Vermont
wilderness---
sitting in that circle seen in every romantic comedy
portraying something of the same
the two struggling individuals,
whose love for each other & mutual attraction
has gone the way of the dinosaurs,
go through the motions.
the trust fall comes,
as an angry bat would fly from “hell”
if there was such a ridiculous place,
and the couple in question gets up as those who had gone before them
with gushing dimples &
hugs, come to some kind of realization
that they still trust each other &
that this exercise alone has proved it.
turning around & facing away from her/his partner
said individual closes their eyes &
waits a moment, crossing their arms over their chest
as their partner makes their way a few feet behind them
holding arms out
ready to catch them.
as the master of these ceremonies sounds the verbal gun,
the partner falling, with eyes closed, lets their body drop backwards
into what they secretly believe will be the loving arms of their
partner.
simultaneous with the sounding of the verbal gun came a quick glance over
at another’s spouse,
apparently they were stretching & exposing themselves to
desire on behalf of the partner who was supposed to be paying attention to catching
the person in front of them, now falling.
and so while one partner was thinking about how they might get in the pants of
the spouse of some other gal/guy now stretching,
their partner fell towards them & with nothing to stop the fall,
came crashing down backwards, their head hitting the glossed dance floor first---
the way their head hit the floor sent their body reeling into convulsions &
they were carried off by medics to the hospital
ASAP---
the trust fall exercise was canceled for the rest of the retreat.
In this beautiful place of worship, the pews are padded but uncomfortable, the sanctuary large, candle lit and cold.
There's a huge glass dome and I can see the stars. Are the stars our fiery heaven??
No, I don't think the stars care about us - they don't burn with affection or passion. And if the stars weren't there we could live with an empty sky.
The Greeks would call our star, the Sun, to perform their acts of God. I imagine most of their prayers went unanswered - not unlike our own??
To me, the whole Jesus story is somewhat sinister and inauspicious, but if Jesus, the son of God, and that whole story were the deepest, truest reality - then why hasn't Jesus returned??
**Imagining heaven's father and son dialog**
God: "Ok, Jesus, time to go back.."
Jesus: "Go back... go back?? Daaaaad... Did you see what they DID to me? Nailed me to a cross! Screw them, there's no way I'm going back. Why don’t you try going back, as an ordinary man - maybe they’ll set you on fire.”
These 20 millennium old bible stories aren't exactly Euclid's logical system.... I mean, the various books aren't even *consistent*. Are these really, I mean really our beliefs? Or are they just kind of *traditions* and good rules to live by?
My parents - unlikely pilgrims of the intoxicating poetry of belief - face front and appear to be listening... in all other things they're so *skeptical* - it's a puzzle.
If Jesus did come back, wouldn't he practically be a caveman surrounded by bewildering technology?
I'm sorry, there's something too rich in creation for these rehearsed responses and fairy-tale fragments from a primitive world to be the answer.
Now I'm not saying there is no God or no life after death.. I.. just..
*hopeless shrug*
So, anyway - I go through the motions, I chant the litanies with the enthusiasm of obedience; just storing up my spiritual loot and hiding my questioning, heathen heart.
Happy Easter Everyone!
I’m sorry; I’m a little bit autistic. Please bear with me as I try to explain,
but it’s hard to see the world from your perspective, when I’ve only ever thought with my own brain.
It’s wired a little differently than yours is, and that can make us struggle to get on,
which I find can be especially frustrating, when it’s always me who’s told I’m in the wrong.
You’ll notice how I only said a little. You see autism is not quite absolute,
it sits along a scale and can be tricky, when the kind you have is not very acute.
Severe autism is recognised in children, and quickly diagnosed as a result,
this helps the sufferer to be accepted, and supported as they grow to an adult.
A mild case, is often more complex though, as frequently, it can go by unseen,
with the afflicted person being regarded; as arrogant and ignorant and mean.
I’m sorry if I say things you find hurtful, I truly wasn’t trying to offend,
I’ve never had much practice with conversing, as I’m not all that great at making friends.
I’m not overly skilled in holding chit chat, that casual back and forth that people do,
which for everybody else seems very natural, but for me requires too much thinking through.
At many times I just go through the motions, when saying ‘Hi’and asking ‘How’s your day?’
I’ve developed quite a talent now for acting, reciting things the world wants me to say.
And I’m sorry if I don’t quite get your humour, or get muddled up when sarcasm is used,
my mind is set to take things said as literal, and frequently can leave me quite confused.
I’ve always known that I’m a little different, until recently I never realised why,
it’s like, everyone had “social life” instructions, that when handed out had somehow passed me by.
I’m sorry; I’m a little bit autistic. Please bear with me I’m trying the best I can,
and with a little time and trust and patience, I hope that you will come to understand.
filled with emotions hollow, forced to go through the motions, never caring for the commotion. Fairing like a flame in the marsh, no hope to claim. wandering without aim. are my parents to blame? How many people feel the same?
Feeling so harsh, so brazen, hatin the flow, life feels too slow, eyeing the hope like a crow. Future like a tree fell, as the tears well, and they call our final bell, Too painful to tell, filling up every cell.
Waiting for the reaper's scythe, pondering this life, watching my only friend the knife. Will they mourn the lost life, the worn spirit? Was this my destiny since I was born, to feel forlorn, to be so torn?
So why, why not die, why continue to try?
Are you afraid you'll fry? Can you not fly? Is it too soon to say goodbye?
Let's be sincere, we don't belong here, our best possible career is to serve beer. Go home to our dear, live in our house of fear, and when the end comes well silently cheer.
And after we pass, some believe that will be met by 72 a lass, some think we will simply meet our end, nothing around the bend, a few believe that saints await at the pearly gates, but no one is ever sure about what waits behind the fates.
Feeling so harsh, so brazen, hatin the flow, life feels too slow, eyeing the hope like a crow. Future like a tree fell, as the tears well, and they call our final bell, Too painful to tell, filling up every cell.
We go through our lives, presenting Broadway with a faux smile, half-hearted foes, just waiting for the close,
Is this really the life we chose? Filled with more cons than pros. Please let it all be some sort of hoax. Each morning coaxed out of sleep, and we weep. The sadness creeps into our hope. We lose our ability to cope.
And as the knot slides, the death of a thought Tears caught, soon we will rot
We can go for dinner and have a discussion,
a bit of mass debating when we're done masticating.
If you come and eject fluid situations,
give it hard with the exact impact you lay shown,
stand perfectly straight and strong when projecting,
you'll feel you can handle the hard times alone,
and spray the floor in awe and arouse.
Fire at will, keep comments coming,
come with them from different angles,
keep it coming together, back and forth,
give each other a hand to fluctuate a juicy content with flow,
always announce, "I'm gona command"
to one another before you fire away.
Start slow,
upping the beat and beating out the debate at a faster rate.
Go through the motions to get to fun fast pacing blast debating.
You will feel a great relief at the end of this intense group activity,
with powerful ejections, one or two oral pleasurers no doubt,
but mostly it's hands on,
so make sure your pen is in your hand,
your pen is out, and the pen is in the hands at all times.
If your pen is leaking in vain thus messy, we'll stop,
tissues are on tables, bins are behind you, clean up, put it in,
and when a new pen is handled in both hands,
showing you're ready, we'll whack on.
Keep your eye on the ball, good luck in this test to all,
give those judging the winner, a tough test to call,
because the headmasters mass debaters
go fast as a team mass debating.
Commit to the debate and show class of a master,
have a massive class debate.
Remember the pen is in your hand from start to finish,
don't lose grip, be on the ball,
enjoy your mass debating.
Work hard and mass debate as you play,
have fun.
Good luck.
Mass debate away.
The window
All I dreamed was to being free
To feel a fresh breeze wash over me
So tired of looking through the glass
Where others dance and children laugh
While I cook and clean and go through the motions
I long for a life with a little more meaning
I stare out this window, my only view
To see what could.. but would never be
Because I am wrapped in a chain that has become a part of me.
It coils and cuts into my flesh
Burning with a heat that makes me long for death.
I must escape. I have to leave. Who decided this was the life
That I had to lead? To stay would make my mother smile
My father cheer
For his adoring child.
But what of me? I long to see… what these boarded windows hide from me..
To gaze upon the world a new.
To be the girl I choose to be.
So fast it happened. When I finally escaped
So much was lost in my haste.
Can I have it back?
Turn back time.
Give me back the life that was mine.
Though trapped and shielded, and never free.. at least i felt their love for me.
I wasn’t ready for all these lights or to be
Pushed in the spotlight of this busy life
I feel so lost. Who am I now?
Daddys gone and I cant understand why or how.
So sick he became and I wasn’t there.
To shed a tear
To show how much I cared
I remember the window that I cursed over and over again
Why did I never turn around and look at what was held within.
For life has turned into a festering sore
Am I free or did I leave the best thing I could ever have wished for?
Form:
I have heard that loving is like having a gun,
Pointing it at your heart, and choosing to give it to someone.
And while feeling the steel against your chest,
You take deep breaths and hope for the best.
Far too many times I have played the fool
And too many times I have been stung by such a tool.
"Once bitten, twice shy" as we all know.
So the end of a barrel is a place I'd rather not go.
This fear has pushed me to actions of which I am ashamed.
Laying with faces that even to me are unnamed.
I was content, I thought, free from love's reign,
Jumping from fix to fix for my hollow pain.
Then you crept in, slow and sure,
I denied my attraction to your allure.
But we shared words and I looked into your eyes.
I saw the depths of seas and the expanse of skies.
In the moment you spoke my heart stilled,
But by the melody of your voice my soul was thrilled.
Paralyzed was my tongue and I could not speak,
For a breadth of time all within me became weak.
An argument ensued, inside my mind,
Between fear and excitement at what we might find.
Having to trust again is indeed a great fear,
But not greater than the desire to hold someone dear.
And though I am terrified, I'll give it my all.
I won't let fear stop me; I shan't tarry nor stall.
I am ready to gamble this tattered heart once more
And not just go through the motions.
Only if the hand staying the trigger is yours,
That I may gaze into depths of dazzling oceans.
So many people I love.
So many people I've lost.
So many hurt
So many gone.
Bye bye for now, at least that's what I'm told, but it doesn't hurt any less when the people you love you no longer can hold.
Taken away to a better place.
See you soon!
So many people you've lost.
So many feelings inside.
Makes you wonder if it's okay to hide.
Just for a while. Away from sympathetic smiles. You'll be back soon. It'll be okay.
So many hurt.
Tongues don't know how to say the right things when their brain is pulled by so many strings.
Just go through the motions. You'll come back soon.
So many gone.
So many have left for that place and you're just here like 'see you soon, right?'
But you never know.
Where did they go? Where will I go?
But even still, so many here.
Maybe one day we'll see each other.
Hugs will be on the house.
Tears will stream, but different than before.
It once was an ocean of tears vast and never ending, but maybe with someone to help hug it out, it'll turn into a ocean with an ending.
So many to love,
So many to lose,
So many to heal,
So many to say bye to.
It's never over, but this is life.
So many four letter words that cause strife.
But for right now, the strife is all we see and when we get better (and have those free hugs we were promised) we'll see the joy they truly bring. We'll dance again, even sing. Maybe we'll be happy and smile up to heaven and say 'see you soon'.