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 Jan 2013 Simon G Tehle
Marc
Living this life is unpredictable until the end;
conclusions of the statement are only made from opinionated experiences.
At the dawn of birth, there is "choice"
and "choices", are for better or worse.

There is an expression that goes,
"everything is likely fifty-fifty in choosing",
consequently believe it to be true.

Humanity exemplifies a just way of living,
in an understanding that people make
poor decisions due to the life they may
have been brought up in, however,
this life is full of petty mistakes as we know it,
some unfortunate souls are born into a dysfunctional
or broken family and others of a different situation i.e.(poverty).

This could cause unjust mannerisms
that occur in the daily lives we so often face.
These situations very freely throw more
than the average curve ball growing up.

Sadly, I ask that we feel sorrow
for the majority of individuals
with an intention that in reading this;
it would justify some clarity in my eyes through yours.

With clarity, let there be a world in heartthrob,
which could potentially change mankind towards purity.

A very specific conclusion led me to this;
When a man struggles at his own destiny
because of his nature vs. nurture,
his good along with his bad leak like a salivating sieve.

However, his “good” shows his mentality
and lust for life, yet his “bad”,
shows his incompetence relating to
a moral dignity for the greater good of living (if unfortunate).

As this revelation evolves,
humanistic mannerisms slowly slip away
in a young society and fade from
the common core values we once knew from our elders.

Surrounded by an ideological critical society,
a fear trembles for our youth has no future
in a sense for they may be too deaf
to hear their state of “consciousness”,
to the extent of being blind to see their own “actions”.

"The unknown spectator of our world;
is the light beyond the dark,"
She and He
Betrothed at first glance and
Married between the racing of seconds
Gathered the skirts of the sky
Fashioned them into cloaks
and visited the place
where life in instants reside
hoping to invoke a fear so strong
that minutes would cease to chase
their perfect circles
concentric with hours, days
to settle instead in a cloud of life suspended
moments engaged in salutations

To have moved
Even ever so slightly
Would set the gears of life atop whirlwinds
And so She and He stand still
Locked underneath
Their blanket of stars
Thirsting ever so slightly for one another
Inching ever so slightly for one another
Hoping ever so much
To move
 Dec 2012 Simon G Tehle
brooke
Indian brave, treetop advantage
apple juice lips, palm to palm on
the swings as we breathe in bold
letters and speak in a five point
font, quietly because we're older
the kids should not know about
the lemon tea ways of age and
wisdom, so we muffle our voices
in damp scarves and admire the
way we used to be
(c) Brooke Otto
 Dec 2012 Simon G Tehle
Dev
Beauty trumps brains.
I open my mouth to speak.

Who listens?

Silence echoes through the class room.

No point.

Just a pretty face,
And an un-heard opinion.

Stay quiet.
Stay quiet.

You're just another dumb blonde.

— The End —