one and the same...
an instant
is all it ever takes
for love to enter in
to still the heart
to tremble knees
make butterflies begin
a gentle assault
within my soul
send logic out the door
and clouds to circle
’round my brain
so sense is mine no more.
a flash
is all it ever takes
for love to say farewell
to still the heart
to tremble knees
make butterflies be still
a brutal assault
upon my soul
send logic out the door
and clouds to darken
my mind, my brain
so sense is mine no more.
as it begins
so too it ends
without a hand from me
love enters in
love says farewell
as I must say to thee.
Coming One Way - Going Another
It was a late, chilly, October afternoon,
when the cry from my lips were first heard.
I entered the world without provocation,
without knowledge, without future thoughts.
There was no manual that came along with my birth,
telling me what should be expected,
as well as surprises, or, mistakes.
Those were all things learned from growing.
Lessons learned.
Growing up, being or trying to be,
the progidal son never really struck a chord,
always a day late and a dollar short,
and any failings meant subjegation;
meaning an onslaught of pain was forthcoming.
Price paid for coming into this world,
to be half-loved, half-despised.
All that which was is no longer,
the lessons learned became invaluable.
Learning respect, responsibility, love and even pain;
it is all in the invisible handbook called: Life.
We fall in love, marry, have children, do the best we can.
We work, we play, we rest, we pray.
We hope tomorrow will be better than the days gone by.
Now, years creep in, reminding me in subtle ways,
the years of my youth; a flashing, glancing memory,
can never be replicated or duplicated, only remembered.
It is the now of it that surrounds me.
That one day, I will leave as I entered,
with a last cry of life,
and still no manual to tell me what awaits me.
All the World’s Her Stage
The show is set, with curtains, black
Stage lights ’cross her entrance
And waiting just backstage, she’s dressed
Gold flowing hues, her raiment
The hour’s near; the dark of night
She’ll make her grand appearance
And, without sound she enters, LIGHT
The star in all her brilliance
Dark for now has found its end
Fleeing are the shadows
Hope spreads ’cross the purple sky
When LIGHT develops colors
Hues in myriads of shades
Across the whole landscape
The pigments saturate beneath
Full of life; awake
The animals all greet her
The rooster crows for dawn
The owls go back to sleep
To the chorus; Birds of Song
The audience to her west
Gaze at her embrace
Her warmth kisses their faces
All the world’s her stage
A tip of the hat to Shakespeare;
All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances....
Exiting
Often I wonder,
How will things be when I leave?
There are numerous possibilities
I could go peacefully,
Surrounded by those who love me
I could suffer a brutal end,
Bleeding out, cold and alone
No matter the cause,
This life will one day end
Merely a fact of life,
A guaranteed outcome
It's a cruelty we all must endure,
The price of being alive
Drama
"Half the battle is the dramatic entrance."
~Master Shifu, Kung Fu Panda (paraphrased, I think :)
They all say they want to go out with a bang, to be
remembered.
Maybe, we should go out with
a smile.
Maybe the entrance is half the fight.
Maybe to be remembered you must
enter with a bang.
Make yourself known so you can
build your own future like a house of legos.
Start of strong to finish ahead.
Half the battle is the dramatic entrance, my friend,
to succeed you must start strong.
Maybe you start off with a problem,
but when you fix it the problem becomes
kerosene:
it either burns you
or fuels you.
Maybe you seem to be on a short road,
and you must find a way to deviate from it's doomed course,
tell the stories of your struggle, so
you can help others start with a bang, too.
Let's enter everything with a bang, start off ahead
to stay ahead.
Let's succeed,
let's go in with a bang.