Category: Relationships & Society

The Fear

I see in your eyes,
Reflections of me,
The tenderness of your smile,
Showing the love you try,
So hard to disguise,
Breaking through the wall,
You build around you,
In your desperate bid to be free.

I see you trying to reach out,
to the future,
Yet so afraid to let go of the past,
Afraid that history will repeat itself,
So you remain in your safe world.

It’s not that you are a coward,
It’s just that you are afraid,
Too afraid to trust,
Too afraid to believe in me,
Too afraid to stay,
Lest you fall in love.

So you play a game,
Of forever running away,
My heart bleeds for you,
And I understand your pain,
For worst than the fear,
Of having one’s heart broken,
Is the fear of falling in love.

Marva Seaton

 

Questions of the Heart

What is life, and what of love,
Moments when speech is not necessary,
There is no need for spoken words,
And the language of the flesh,
Is the language expressed.
Lips meet, hands reach out,
Frantic and searching,
Hungering for love’s fulfillment,
And one look says more,
Than a hundred spoken words can.

Lying in your arms,
Can you look in my eyes,
And see past me,
To the yearning in my soul?
Can you see what no other eyes can,
This hunger in my soul?
And when your arms are locked about me,
And I give in willingly to your desires,
Do you seek to please me, or just yourself?

Would you think it silly,
If I should cry in your arms?
If you wish to speak,
And I say I prefer the silence?
Would you think it silly,
If all I want tot do,
Is to lie in your arms,
Savoring your warmth,
Holding on to you as if there,
Is no tomorrow?

Will you ever really understand me?
This child-like part of me,
That clings to you,
As if afraid to let go?

Marva Seaton

Desiderata {Max Ehrmann}

 

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others, even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

 

Life

 

Life is a paradox
A mystery still unexplained,
With the passage of time,
A kaleidoscope of events,
That takes you up one day,
Then dash you down the next,
A journey embarked on expecting
the unexpected,
Never knowing exactly,
How one’s day will end.

With the passage of time,
We learn to be strong,
Smile when you feel like crying,
Make shop talk when all you really
seek is peace and quiet,
For there is so much,
To be welcomed in silence.

We change, people change,
And the world sometimes seems,
Like a strange place,
A place where there is no thought,
Of caring, or sharing, or loving.
Each man is caught up in a cycle,
Of events called survival,
And each man seeks after his own,
Some consumed with a burning,
desire for wealth,
To rise to the top of the ladder,
Pursuing a plan of scheming, conniving,
And knocking down anyone,
Who gets in the way,
With the ultimate goal being
One’s self gratification.

There is no thought or care for,
The people we trod on or hurt,
In our tireless pursuit,
And when we have achieved our goal,
When we are finally at the top of the ladder,
Looking down our noses,
At those we have passed on our way up,
What of happiness?
Is there happiness to be experienced,
When we find ourselves alone,
On our mountain of wealth?
Shouldn’t happiness be the ultimate goal?

Where is The Love and Equality

We see it all around us, everywhere we turn there are signs of violence and abuse.  It is in our homes, in the streets, in our schools, it is even in the churches.  Often times it is the person who has earned our trust who turns out to be the abuser.  Many of these people hide behind their titles and professions to prey on the innocent’

It is ironic, everyone enters this world a baby, seemingly innocent, in need of nurturing.  What make some grow up to be such monsters while others are not?  Was it something in their genes, lying there dormant waiting for the right moment to burst forth?  Or is it something learned from society,  from the environment in which these people grow up?

Many will quickly point out that kids that come from the ghetto are more likely to commit crime.  They try to convince you that crime is directly linked to poverty.  So the kids from the ghetto are constantly watched, nothing they do go unnoticed and they are always in the news.  The man in the jacket and tie who preys on the little girls and the little boys goes unnoticed, no one is watching him.  No one expects him to commit such a crime!

Society expect a course of action from one group of people and a different set of actions from another.  They refuse to accept the fact that there is good and bad in every single group in society.  It is all about people making choices.  People have a choice of doing what is right and what is wrong, some choose to do good while others choose to do bad things.  The person from the ghetto can choose to be a pedophile, the person from up town in jacket and tie can choose to be a pedophile.  Who is likely to be caught first?  My guess is that it is going to be the one from the ghetto, after all he is the one who is expected to commit crimes.  The point I am trying to make is people will commit crimes no matter from what background they may come from.  People need to choose to make the right choices.