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Once upon a midnight blue
When you were me and I were you
And everything was tried and true
A dark spirit of our selves shown through
Though my eyes were brown and yours were blue
We at first appreciated the differences in hue
Why they were different, we had no clue
But embraced the beauty, through and through
Then on that midnight starry night
The gods awakened, causing stress and fright
Fear was something we had never known
Whether close together or all alone
We had all we ever needed or ever would
We could achieve anything that ever could
But on that dark night, once upon
The gods became bored of creation . . .
And so the games of life begun . . .
"How can we make them not forsee
That they are one and all as we?
How can we make them entertain
If they know that all are one and one’s the same?"
And so the god of unimpressed
Purposed to put forth a simple test
No pain was known to men back then
It was invented to see how best
Two lives would deal, and who would win
Pain produced me; thus I produced what you call sin.
Sadly the test failed miserably
Soon you became you and I became me
And so the gods changed destiny…
of how life was suppose to be.
This spirit often called out of name
Whose first intent was to bear blame
To make you look at me as I
And question differences to why
We were not exactly both the same
This spirit questioned right from wrong
And high from low and short from long
Discarded the weak, embraced the strong;
And though we both stood side by side
And knew no thing of foolish pride
This spirit borne proudness so great
That pride turned quickly into hate
As pain was never in the original plan;
For any living creature, including man.
Back then we were much like the beautiful tree
Who gives all of herself and love just to be . . .
And co-create in God’s creativity….
No pain is felt by the morning glory
Who each morning tells a most lovely story
The grass is not pained by the trample of man
She embraces the walks on her bountiful land
I’m told the Creation God attempted to correct this aweful woe
By instilling in animals, knowledge of everything they’d ever need or know…
But most humans remained retarded in their abilities
To see the the forest through the trees…
For despite having knowledge to eliminate pain’s dark shadow
Pain’s offspring remained, Who am I . . . (Click below for Riddle Answer)
There is a certain sadness one often feels when one has to relinquish control;
The sadness of a dying past…allowing the present to replace the old;
There is a certain anguish in realizing our grasp must be broken;
Like watching our children leave the nest…our real fears are seldom spoken…
Because we know that some of our desires die with our letting go;
But let go we must …in order that love ones can blossom and grow
So, our selfish motivations to hold our love ones near…
is often miscommunicated with sadness, anguish and fear…
If we truly love someone we must encourage them to be
Uniquely themselves by ensuring they are free…
from our insecurity based limitations which may hinder their flight…
Open the window! Allow love ones to find their true light!
~~Written by CordieB
When you can keep composure and know just what to do
While others are loosing theirs; while blaming it on you
When you can believe in self, when others say you can’t
Yet still love those others, regardless of negative affirmant
When you can remain patient without growing too weary of the wait
When you can make the best of dire circumstances come what may
And realize your part; not blame others or blame fate
When being hated by others doesn’t cause you to practice hate
And evil deeds upon you is not dealt with in evil retaliate
When being lied about doesn’t cause you to become a liar
and yet not believe or boast on being the the better or the wiser
When you can dream and not become a perpetual daydreamer
When you can solicit assistance without resorting to being a schemer
When you can think, while not being obsessed with your thoughts
When you can admit to mistakes without having been caught
When you can accept criticism without pointing fingers back
And not take all criticism as a personal attack
When you can summon courage in the mist of paralyzing fears
When you are not afraid to cry; as strength often comes with tears
When you can face disaster and triumph just the same
realizing they are one–just with a different name
When you can risk it all in the investment of a dream
loose it all; but not loose faith and start all over again
Keeping life in perspective, never bothering to complain
When you can walk in a crowd of evil, yet still keep your virtue
When you can not loose sight of the goodness within you
When you can have abundance, yet not forget from where you came
When you can be tied in bondage, yet your freedom still remains
When you can learn life’s lessons in all that come and go
Not ever falsely thinking you know all there is to know
When you can give all you can, still knowing when to say no
Realizing true friends count with you; not simply take and go
When you can give from the heart to those less fortune than self
And not measure richness on material wealth
When you can love, realizing love may not be returned the same
Then you shall possess a gift held in the heart of a real man
When you can realize the powers you so blessedly possess
Knowing with God’s Grace comes unique responsibilities
When you can converse with royalty with wisdom inner borne
And also communicate with beggars, realizing we are all of one
then life will start revealing light like a distant rising sun
And when you strive to master these truths, you shall be a man, my son
–Written especially for Sam, my wonderful son , pictured above. Sam is 16. I imagine you remember being 16 . . . no need to say more. . . lol
Inspired by Rudyard Kipling’s “If”
This poem was written especially for Rick Mobbs at Mine Enemy Grows Older. Rick has been so kind to feature his beautiful work to inspire us to write each week. Due to other responsibilities, Rick has informed us that he will no longer be able to continue his beautiful art prompts. His latest beautiful piece is shown above. . . . I wrote this poem as an interpretation of the art . . . and . . . how I imagine most men, including Rick, may feel . . . at times.
Like Spilt Milk – The Spirit of a Man ~Written by CordieB.
I hold the world with closed iron fists
Though others cry; I vaguely mist
My ego causes my heart to roar
Yet also causes my mist to pour . . . . like spilt milk wasting on the floor.
Instinctively I’m a territorial being…
Not into that which can’t be seen…
Though often I claim to see the light…
Most times I focus on black and white.
My vision prompts my groin to sour…
Yet also causes my mist to pour. . . .like spilt milk reproducing more!
My thoughts so often unrealized…
Not even I can crystallize . . .
the myriad of issues– real or fantasized . . .
My triumphs cause my voice to roar
yet also cause my mist to pour. . . like spilt milk gushing out the door
My God chose me to oversee…
Why has earth’s fate been placed on me?
Should I choose peace; should I choose war?
Responsibilities cause my mind to explore . . .
yet also cause my mist to pour. . . like spilt milk crashing on the shore . . .
~Written for Rick Mobbs in response to his last visual arts prompt. . .
Some say I’m the most demonic-like spirit of all times;
I have been responsible for a many cacoethes crimes.
I’m the most wrathful spirit known to touch the hearts of men
If not put in check, I can cause all types of vengeful sin.
My rampant rage is likened to a storm weathered battered sea;
My face can become so distorted, you would not even recognize me.
I am red, blue hot; flaming fierier than hell in a forest fire;
I am truly not myself; and you know what?. . . the devil truly is a liar!
I am completely irrational; incoherrent, and out of control;
My emotional complexities reach down to the depths of the very soul;
Don’t come near me; don’t look at me, don’t dare say one word.
Because, I can only hear my own anger and my vision is blurred.
I’m sometimes tamed and charmed by sensual music; a little wine and dance;
But, If I were the object of my desire, I would not even take that chance.
My eyes are bloodshot red with a glimmer of green, and I tremble from inside;
There’s a thin line between love and hate; but it’s not love; perhaps hateful pride.
Whatever it is, take heed my love–for you have been forwarned!
Don’t touch me; Stay your distance; Run for cover, I am the spirit of . . . (Click below for the answer)
This one might not sound very spiritual; but it is how I feel at this very moment; some of you may understand.
You darkened my spirits; you hurt my soul
Now you don’t undestand why I’ve become so cold
You said you didn’t want me; not once; not twice
You played with my emotions like the roll of the dice
You chanced my love like a 10 cents bet
Now you looking sorry and full of regret
You put me out at your convenience
You thought I’d continue to put up with the nonsense
Although I am a diamond, you treated me like coal
Then on the Sabath day, that shit got old
See God told me in so many words
As a child of God; I won’t continue to hurt
He lighted my spirit; he quinched my soul
Now you understand why I’ve become so cold?