here’s looking at you kid!

The mask slips, the mirror, ill luck, to be before it look so unwell, the hours spent massaging the ego, tending to the mirror, why do you need clean underwear he asked, what if i am involved in an accident, wouldn’t it be better if you survived, rather than have thoughts of pride, the mirror. No one wants to be uncle scary, no one wants the religious authorities defining what love is, we would all much prefer if they practiced it, it would somehow be more meaningful. He tends to the tasks, feeds the machine, well it keeps him in work, and the future job prospects are superior once you are an insider, the mirror, what everyone else is doing, was it the story of the great dramatist, who got his choice subjects to laugh at themselves, not realizing till later, it was their own mirror they were looking into, so much about mirrors, it seems we look into them everyday. was it a question of judgement, seeing how we look at ourselves believing that was how others viewed us, judging all the time.

The image sighed Solomon, was it the feed we were on, more of ourselves, till there was nothing else, possibly.

Exposure

The eyes that see, the nurture that’s unhealthy, the stuff your conscious can see but you hide away from, for fear of exposure. Society had a strange way about it, Solomon was questioning his own example, and then questioned the stuff young souls were getting exposed to, radiation of the heart, the habits that children imitate because they want to be like you. Around children, the cigarette is hidden, the heart is mindful, a metanoia happens, an unconscious awareness, perhaps it was why Children are a gift, the chance to renew. Who wanted that renewal to be tainted with bad habits, was it necessary to have every indulgence before them, teasing them on one hand, making them envious, tempting them for the future, exposing them to the radiation of human weakness. Lots of DNA was full of all sorts of experience, what’s in yours, what were you exposed to. If you could bury your bias, imagine it, you wouldn’t pass it on, not directly. On the other hand, if you practiced good habits, isn’t it easy to recognize it. The talk was of a world united in One faith, it was a casual conversation, just follow good example and wisdom, the best form of exposure there was.

Beat the devil

Bitter hearted woman, cracked too often , nothing to loose, goes searching for love, hoping to destroy it too, makes friends along the way, the devil meets her in disguise, gives her everything she wants, takes the last of her heart too, dead inside but shiny otherwise, she deceives and pleases herself, tells herself she’s a man, blames everyone and everything, no feeling no empathy, she drags the world along, her path alluring but destructive, till she comes across a smile, can’t get rid it, it opens a scar that bleeds, she soon finds no peace at all, wants heart back cannot find, there was a man she gave it too, devil in distress thought he had it too, a global race without a trace, the searching goes on and on.

A small town boy has it stored safely, wrapped around the heart of God, for safety purposes only, one day she sees a rainbow, follows it to the ends of the earth, devil chases too hoping to divert her, reminds her of all her fears, but she believes and is strong, finally …her eyes comes across him, her life changes in an instant, heart is filled again with love divine, Devil falls to pieces, beaten by his own treachery, pure love conquers all, the words of God Most High, harmony on earth, love most welcome, amen.