God-vision as a game of haves and have nots,
little wonder then veiled remains voiced intent,
for those who know not, tie up symbols in knots,
whilst those illumined, know the path of ascent,
reading between the lines, feeling not thinking,
their heightened awareness, firm and unblinking
and so we may say, meanings by each assigned,
depends on extent to, they’re with truth aligned.
Imagination reads between the lines
And there finds the secret fantasies
The coded meanings, hidden signs,
Imagination reads between the lines,
Discovers the message that maligns
Often writers’ concealed anomalies,
Imagination reads between the lines
And there finds the secret fantasies.
Written August 28, 2022
Do we always know what someone means
Is it obvious or do we wonder
Are we sometimes left just a little puzzled
Or does it finally strike like thunder
Evasive tactics can be quite intentional
Not wanting to divulge private info
Like telling someone of a sticky situation
So we resort to mumbo jumbo
Eventually when we can no longer stall
We finally blurt out what we mean
“Your dress is tucked up in your undies
Showing the nicest assets I've seen”
Should always try to read between the lines
So we never get put on the spot
Best is to walk up to her and simply whisper
Don't mind but we see what you've got!
We've looked at love
enjoyed it all
from both sides now
yours and mine
different love, but still somehow
in our minds
if love's illusion we recall
we'll be fine
do we really know, my love,
fairy tales are
anything at all?
forever
It may seem we're acting strange
fading colors dance with age
as costumes change we falter
our love is like a star
circus acts will rearrange
reaching to infinity
mortality's an altar
this is who we are
do we really know, my love
our love is
anything at all?
forever
*thanks to singer Joni Mitchell for inspiration from her well-known song, Both Sides Now.
(Full artistic credit to her for all lines paraphrased herein)
We are not together but do everything as if we are together without a title and
I’m not with you but you wish I was
She wants commitment so she gave up her commitment
And he wants freedom so he stays free from titles
Both have love in common but look for it in the wrong places because these destinations made them feel the safest
But sometimes danger is more secure than safety
So feeling uncomfortable can be a good thing
Confused in love still trying to figure out life
Patience is the key but we lose it from time to time between the seats
Looking for advice but skipping a few lines to get to the answer
p.s. the cliff notes never reveal the small details, the heart beat of the story…
My wants and my desires
Medea to be heard
If only Medusa to afro the snake
In my kitchen no arsenic
but do not step on my toes
as my fangs will deliver the venom
Do we always know what someone means
Is it obvious or do we wonder
Are we sometimes left just a little puzzled
Or does it finally strike like thunder
Evasive tactics can be quite intentional
Not wanting to divulge private info
Like telling someone of a sticky situation
So we resort to mumbo jumbo
Eventually when we can no longer stall
We finally blurt out what we mean
“Your dress is tucked up in your undies in back
Showing the nicest assets I've seen”
Should always try to read between the lines
So we never get put on the spot
Best is to just walk up to her, simply whisper
Don't mind but we see what you've got!
Dedicated to Miss Wattle
© Jack Ellison 2013
See all these lines
That are written on my face
Each one tells a story
With the line they trace
Some lines from hardships
The times I got upset
Others from the joy
Gained from people I've met
There are lines around my lips
I have always loved to smile
The lines have gotten deeper
They have been here a while
Sure I've had my worries
My emotions have been stretched
The evidence has appeared
On my forehead, visibly etched
Mostly they are happy
The fine lines around my eyes
I've been blessed with laughter
I am such a lucky guy
Some may wish to hide
The lines on their face
When it comes to me
That isn't the case
Each and every line
Natures special gift
No need for a surgeon
to give me a lift
After reading Debra Squyres' Poem Life Lines, I was inspired to write the attached Poem. Be sure to read Debra's poem it is excellent.
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