Poems and other Randomocities
In the darkness is beauty and mystery, for the veiling of the seen is an invitation to create. Our minds fill the void with what they will, and our wills become a substitute for reality. We could imagine in front of us a thing we like, behind us the things we despise. We can forget the valleys and picture only the fields of bliss.
In the darkness also lies fear, for with the freedom to create a vision of our own, we gain a certainty that we cannot know what is really around us. Reality is a state, and it cannot be altered. Any substitute is a falsehood.
In the light is clarity, though freedom diminishes as clarity increases. We can lose our way in the dark, and our fault can be forgiven, but in the light, our choices bring with them a weight of responsibility. The unseen unveiled become evident, and reality overwrites our substitutions.
Sometimes we wander from the dark into the light, only to find ourselves in a cloud, seeing some things, misinterpreting others, and missing all of the rest.
In the darkness can be comfort.
In the light can be truth.
In the truth can be darkness.
I do not like a long work day
I do not like it, even the pay
I do not like to get up early
For that, I’m afraid, makes me surly
I cannot stand an early alarm
They do no good, only harm
And I do not like to leave my bed
It makes me sad and hurts my head
The moral here, if I’m not crazy,
Is that I’m tired, worn, and lazy
But that’s okay, and I’m alright,
Because I get to sleep tonight!
Some people don’t
Some people can’t
Some people don’t even get the chance.
So I’ll stop complaining, ‘cause when it’s raining
I’m not worrying, stressing or straining.
I have a roof, and I have a bed
I have a job, no shortage of bread
I’m content, but should I be?
I’m not sure. Don’t ask me.