¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ train of tears
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ in shade
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ phrases air-brush ¦¦¦ canvas.
Puzzling minds ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ like my own
¦¦¦¦¦¦ to stillness.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the acrobats ¦¦¦ gone
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ you and I,
Face to face but travelling
In opposite directions-
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ you alone I watched depart,
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
(Blackout of Directions/misdirections by Barry Tebb)
In a house with all the lights burning; but nobody's home
In the clear night; stars burning brightly; but no lines drawn or shown
Constellations; the only connection; that's never physically known
But that's where salvation lies; Hidden behind those dead eyes;
In the infinite unions; found; in those raven skies
Defining purpose in fields of darkness; location mind-blown
Bleakly smothered, a foligenous blurring; bestown
Black holes; darkly mystical, in their misdirections unknown
Calling out in plain sight; from the worlds last phone booth
Lost in my damnation; is astounding material truth
Staring at finite delusions; as I'm becoming long in the tooth
Today I'll just watch
the passing scene
And attempt to absorb
And savor its strident vibe
Today I’ll just be:
A dispassionate observer
of the Human condition
Watching the game
from the side
Taking mental photos of
Making mental maps of
Scenes I might not
notice otherwise
Of the face’s silent expressions
Of the mouth’s expressive lips
Of the eye’s lies and misdirections
From which sarcasm fairly drips
Today will be:
A day of deciphering body-speak/talk
Of giving voice to poses
Of observing every posture tweak
From the toes up to the noses
Today I’ll see:
What most just think they see
In their mundane world so mean
While I’ll take measure...At my leisure
...Take pleasure in the passing scene…`
I am what I am, my pen is my voice
this is how God made me, it was not my choice.
I feel what I say, I say what I feel
I'm not an imposter, I strive to be real.
I may not be rich but I am not poor
I revere truth and beauty but honesty more.
I am often weak but I can be strong
I fight for what's right and against what is wrong.
I have many faults and, of course, imperfections
but I don't deal in lies or misdirections.
I am what I am, it is all I can be
I leave my heart open for all to see.
I know how to love and how to forgive
I'll maintain my integrity as long as I live.
I feel what I say and I say what I see
I am what I am and will always be.
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