Life by Perspective

The Youthful run bright circles about life crying "Joy! Joy! The world is Joy!"

The Old walk a slow and deliberate path through life saying "Time draw reign that I might hold each moment to my breast!"

Those of the Middle age scoff at both schools of thought saying " The Young are silly and the Old are foolish! The world is harsh and all moments pass!" Yet in their hearts they envy both.

There is God.

In abandoning hope does one accept defeat?
In Blackened Stains of Sorrow oft' the soul does weep.
In praying for deliverance from shadows of despair,
look within yourself child, you'll find hope waiting there.

Penitent Dove

If I call will I be heard?
Will I be drowned by cruel acceptance?
Do you wary speak without word?
Yearning silently for deliverance?

What damned Gease placed on one's self,
to bleed for love, to need the hate.
Is this the life you choose to live?
Did fated youth thus propagate?

Would that you'd listen to reason my love,
that you'd not remain the Penitent Dove.

The True Self

The self greets experience, the mind catalogues and processes. But the soul, fragile and wary, ever elusive yet omnipresent, always knows the truth. Always. However the self is too busy to pay heed and the mind is too cold to care. And thus the soul does weep.