You’d be surprised at the things you see when you really start to look at them; the magic of water falling from the sky, even though you get wet and maybe catch a cold.
How lovers (or lusters) stare into each others eyes just before their lips take control.
The way an unadulterated, pure and sweet laugh seems to clear the air; and the sound, the sound enters the ear like an infection spreading through out the body. Instead of bringing hurt and harm it brings healing and joy.
What you would see if only you looked at the child taking their first stride; a pup’s first bark; a bird taking its first flight.
A generation come into it’s own only to scoff at the next.
If only people looked for the reality of miracles they could see.
If they truly looked for it they could see the magic in every breath, the wonder held in every journeys first step. The beauty I see in the corner of your smile, the blessing of your touch.
You’d be surprised at the thing you see when you really start to look at them.
I’ve come to the conclusion that it doesn’t matter. Your one tack mind; your single sided emotions.
Your claim is your entry; your label is your right to abuse and use, to be completely self absorbed, self righteous, self involved, selfish.
Your brand of companionship could only be done with a smile. If you showed your real and true form, all would run.
Even if I held your face to a mirror and showed you the problem; put on a play with you as the main character; held an intervention with those whom see and know the same; you would only find others.
Your one-track mind, your single sided emotions. They won’t allow you to see, or maybe you don’t want to. It could be you don’t want to know, you don’t want to care. If you did know, if you did see, you would have to care, right?
My friend you have a problem. As your friend, I hope you don’t think I’m judging you. I’m prepared for you to be defensive and point out all of mine. It’s an issue we all see and I am tired of looking the other way. I care about you deeply and have defended you from what others whom claim to be have said.
You have a problem and please see. This problem runs deep and affects more than you know; more than you believe.
You have a problem and even though it’s not as big as Mount Everest or as wide as Lake Victoria, it is sufficient enough to cause me concern.
You have a problem and I hope you take my word. I’ve seen this before so I know what I’m talking about, but I can do nothing because it’s not my problem it’s yours. I’ll continue to pray that you see.
This is your problem which you have to fix. Only you can do it and I know that you can, but it’s up to you. You have to want it.
As your friend, I’m telling you that you need help but it’s nothing more than words to you, words that mean nothing at all.
Your one track mind, your single sided emotions have to want the help for yourself and yourself alone. Until then it still won’t matter, its all still sounds like
“Blah, Blah, Blah.”
You still do what you do; with your smiling mask. You think it’s hiding all that pain. It’s an obvious open wound to those of us who really care about you enough to look and see.
Your “medicine,” is not, does not, and never will work. It only keeps the wound open and causes infection to spread to ever other part of your life. It makes you a user of people, a lump of flesh at times taking up space. You’d like to think, and have convinced yourself quite well that you are the life of the party. When in fact you are the reason they all want to go.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I can’t help you. Your single sided emotions, your one-track mind needs help and only you can help it.
I’ve packed all my things and I’m ready to take leave but I stop.
I look at the house I built for you; you’ve never set foot in it.
I walked through the kitchen that connects to the dinning room remembering all the candle lit dinners that never came to be.
I walk up the stairs to the bedroom. I remember all the sheets that our wild and passionate love making never stained or sweated out.
The moans and groans silence told.
The nights that were full of zealous and hedonistic ecstasy beyond any comparison of the imagination. I wake up and know yet another dream.
I’m down by the back door and think about the times I snuck out and went to all the other houses in the neighborhood and tried to have fun, but it was not home.
I’m sitting on the couch looking at the front door. I thought about the times when I prayed for you to walk through that door and you dint. I remember all the strangers I let in because they claimed to be you but they weren’t.
I look at the door and wonder why I just won’t walk out. I did these things for you and I don’t know you.
I’ve let in strangers because I’ve never seen you.
I built a house for you in my heart and you’ve never even visited.
I made a place for you in my life and you never came.
I don’t know you and you have never known me.
As I walk through the door the fact that you don’t know, most likely don’t care, tares down the house that I built. The fact that I don’t know you keeps me from looking back.
Get outta my way, I’m movin fast. I gotta accomplish my goal; achieve my dream.
I already have the ride, the clothes, the house, and the bling.
I have the 2.5 kids and the spouse. The neighborhood watch (which I lead) checks for any and all that may be a louse.
When I’m old, I’ll take a vacation and see the Poconos, maybe learn Japanese.
For now, I have to run, as to not be late. My secretary told me that in my corner office with the deal sealing view there is a sheet cake.
I’ll work it off at the gym with that cute little trainer.
Maybe later after Im dead (if reincarnation is real) I’ll get a second chance to go back and see what it all really means and find what really matters.
I ran out in the street because this light changes fast and in order to cross the street in time you have to hurry. In a hurry is what I am.
I did not even see it. No one is asking me if I’m ok. No one is stopping to help me; they only look down while still talking into the air or their earpieces rather all the while not breaking stride. Cars began to honk their horns as they go around me.
I ask the man with the red tie “Why don’t they care or even try to see if I’m whole or if my body is sound?”
He smiled with a grind as he hung up his cell phone and said.
“Who are you, do I know you?If you know me and I have forgotten you forgive me. I’m very late and have to hurry, god there is never enough time. Here’s my card, call me and we’ll get coffee or lunch or something. Nice to see you again.”
