A major part of life is in the zone of grey.
Very little's black or white on any given day.
So often we must choose, we must decide,
Which of the choices is the better side.
On one side there's wrong and there's also right
And on the other side, similar is our plight.
Decisions aren't easy when both right and wrong exist,
For no matter how you lean, there is a downing twist.
If life were black and white, could be seen as such,
Decisions would be easy. We wouldn't stress so much.
But life is not as we'd like with its many shades of grey,
So, our best decisions can still leave us in dismay.
Since choices and decisions in life must be made,
We cannot escape, good and bad must be weighed.
This dilemma we all face, each and every one.
Therefore, keep in mind when there are errors done.
When neither side's a winner or not totally a loss,
It seems we are left with only dice to toss.
Oh, the shades of grey instead of black and white;
Not completely sunshine and not as black as night.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2016-07-25 13:12:00 (EST)
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I am but an entity in a vast universe,
human in form, of female persuasion
I breathe, I walk, I run and I talk
of my skin I guess label: Caucasian
I wear a few flaws upon my form
though to some they aren’t seen as such
My attitude much depends on yours
though kindness may ignore verbal punch
I try to treat my fellow human friends
in a way that I’d like to be treated
but I’ll not become someone’s doormat
of this, a warning… not repeated
Brown of hair with two matching eyes
…though at my age grey hairs shine through
Mother of two, grandmother of nine
Great-grandmother of more than a few
I am an accumulation of many things
from birth to this point in my life
I’ve welcomed growth within myself
riddled with life’s conflict and strife
Of the spirit within there’s much to blend
with living challenges thrown in the mix
yet still I’m a soul with infinite life
that’s constantly in need of love’s fix
I am a unique and complex gal
labeled and numbered in my world
but none of these can define who I am
I’m still a bloom not completely unfurled
And…In this life I answer to Debra
© Debra Squyres
Have I seen the world to be?
Is there a world to truly be seen?
Yet within belongs a one me
Who perhaps live in a world of dreams
With time as subtle as its passing
We chose to live a little or die a little more
Branded of choices, forever we be choosing
Did you choose to live or die for?
No one is innocent as sinners to the grave
Nothing is simple... and nothing is complicated
Bringers of lies, sinners to truth we save
Gifted of time shall only truly be awaited
In disharmony we cleverly hide to live
Building a world nearer to its dying state
Yet beauty be found need only believe
Shall I hope...? Or perhaps what is fate?
Maybe seen wasn’t as much
A one world becoming too rare to say goodbye
Yet seen have I seen as such
Perhaps too weird I live... am I too rare to die?
Oh, Sir! Yes... 'tis our wish now to with you go~
A'sea so to be then where your wild winds blow~
Such is reason all it's own down this way we've come~
To harbour's end & seaward mole so fondly sought by some~
Do listen to & for of what we now do softly speak~
Now even ears of salt such captain we do boldly tweak~
We then are those who would so sail upon your sea~
For 'tis naught but sure trials true & e'er about to be~
Fairly green of things o'depths & so we be seen as such~
Rightly so thus so ye know of sea we know not much~
Yet given room & stood aside we'll show ye quite the fit~
For 'tis our way when so we play to create a game of it~
'Tis true ye'll know we've fought our devil in his very den~
'Tis fact for sure he'd run from us aloft up to your heaven~
Yet ye must be that one to see what stuff is all of us~
Knowin' full well such a tell might cause aboard a fuss~
Oh, Sir! Yes... we wish to sail upon your sea unknown~
Where wave & wind & light so bright has been to us unshown~
Take your chance at happenstance a'stand now on your deck~
Say to us... to rigging thus! & off to sea we'll trek~
SeaWolf
©
Do I have the courage
to do what it must take,
To hold my own not let it be shown
keep it together for the others sake,
I'm seen as such a strong one
no one could ever know,
How it is I feel inside
I try not to let it show,
I want to retreat with in myself
and hide from all this pain,
Make it all just go away
it's driving me insane,
I can not take this constant ach
that burns within my heart,
To see the way that things are
it's tearing me apart.
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