So this'll be a first for me. I'm going to share some poetry with you, Filmland readers. Over the years I've only let a few people see things I've written, so this is scary and new. And without further delay, here we go:
Written Life
The novel, the writing of life,
Speaks in first-person.
The characters that help you along,
Write the chapters.
Theirs is a novel too, and I,
But a small character.
You see, we all have our own,
Books to write.
Don't forget that sometimes,
A character will be written-out,
Only to be filled with another,
One that will help write the next.
If we, by we, I mean me, could float
Above, and inside the head of many,
O' what wonders would be seen?
Would I find we're all the same?
That we are one of many, transcends,
Reveals the abundant layers of pages.
To Judge
Listening to judgements by others.
When the bird tweets, is it a song of judgement
Passed?
Should one create/make their own, when told?
Or pass it only from your physical moment of
introduction on?
I'd like to follow the latter, for peace.
Within me I will find the way I'll
look and see.
Nothing is "forbidden" you, or shouldn't, by
a friend.
Lest the judgement be turned back around
on them.
My Box
Explaining, or attempting to , my envisaged
world,
Takes patience, and timing of those exact beliefs.
Through empathy and sympathy
a symphony of acceptance--
Will finally be formed by that
mountain of discarded intolerance--
Fear
That's all folks! Until next time
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