A Mere Thought



The haberdashery fraught shop...
Et Tempus Fugit....
What is life but a dream?
Je suis Sous Le charme
Comedy and tragedy 
And apathy and empathy
To hear the voices cry one by one
One book read, another venture begun
To weep and sob 
And laugh with joy
To feel all feelings 
And watch the ploy
As Humanity plows through paper with pen
And The iron quill scratches again and again 
A requiem a sonnet
A knife, a rosé
All seem to whisper under the dust
The same prophetic prose
To carefully crack open a volume
To pour ones heart into its lines
To absorb the memories of antipathy and anomaly
And when it all has paused 
and the bells toll near your ears 
To put away a previous gem,
Recalls your soul to tears
But now your heart is strong
And you have friends in many places.
Your words become a cutting sword that pierce through all the ages .
You know all sorrows.
You hear all weeping.
And the world set before your eyes,
Seems all the less intimidating
Because you've heard the volumes' cries



The Paper Ship

My soul is an origami ship.
One of paper, creases, and folds-
And I am the captain of this ship,
But must do what I am told.
The master paper- folder knows when she is fit to sail.
So he hides the ship In his weathered hands,
as I hold to its rail.
He lets the tempests hit the deck 
And then decides its fate...
To allow the ship to bare the storm
Or to keep it dry and wait.
He releases the ship into the black sea below
It is a pathway to salvation, I hope
To see how my soul fares when I'm alone-
If it can bare the sea...
The wind tears at my little sails
The waves crash over the deck
My mast is broken
I can't go on 
So I go running back
The rain drops mix among my tears.
The thunder shakes the sky.
The waves crash down upon my head!
My time approaches to die!
I watch the bulwark shattered to pieces
Against the mighty stones.
The sails are torn and cleaved in two;
While the wind whistles and screams and moans.
The old weathered hands open again,
With no ferocity.
I can't go on.
I won't go out.
Don't send me back to sea!
But I know that I must.
And I know that I can.
I cannot grieve and weep.
My ship was made for larger storms,
Though I am frail and weak.
But My soul is an origami ship. 
One of paper, creases and folds-
And I am the captain of this ship,
But must do what I am told

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