"A Stage" thru Father Time's Looking Glass
Posted: March 31st, 2005, 2:30 am
Father Time's Perspective
Walking on the distanced path of life:
all ages stare, ever so still, at my constant strolling figure
Different folks, different reactions, similar
and equally different
Reflections:
Some single paned and not afraid of who they really are
Unafraid of normalcy's lack of appeal, they are at peace with themselves
and the rest of the world;
Some two-faced; and overly sensitive about either one
Double panes distorting their inner gaze with a fear for security-
and quick to defend it!
Some cracked, attracting all of the ugly attention they never wanted
With brok-en dreams and
shattered spirits;
Some(many)stained with the many colors of vanity or self-pity,
Hard to see into, seeking either approval or awe from another,
and often getting
Neither;
Few are opened by Tolerance Understanding & Enlightenment,
They spend thier lives observing others atop some lonely, high balcony
Inviting me in with the three strongest stenches in all of life:
*Curiosity*-the thirst to know the unknown.
*Hunger*-for a big piece of that hearty American pie.
and *Lust*...for everything and ever-more,
For any aforesaid
Vice;
Some of these become gluttons unable to shut
Tinted with insecurity,infamy, and the hope of a quiet privacy
which they'll never completely
Achieve;
But most are blinded thru hateful veils of wood or foil
exuding their own un-natural transparencies
accepting only other like-framed individuals.
Addicted to the solace,
even domination,
of their beast
...Seclusion!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A stage unchanged with each passing age?! NAY!
Dear enlightened poet, you've no 'sans' existence!
People are windows-your own freely gaping wide open,
I still pass by it
often!
Windows,
They are all eyes I see
each of a different hue, each from a different household
watching my strolling reflection thru an ageless
glass shell
Unique,
with each progressive step,
with the passing of each address
They all have a new vintage
in Father Time's
looking glass
© Brady P. Passant
February 2005
Walking on the distanced path of life:
all ages stare, ever so still, at my constant strolling figure
Different folks, different reactions, similar
and equally different
Reflections:
Some single paned and not afraid of who they really are
Unafraid of normalcy's lack of appeal, they are at peace with themselves
and the rest of the world;
Some two-faced; and overly sensitive about either one
Double panes distorting their inner gaze with a fear for security-
and quick to defend it!
Some cracked, attracting all of the ugly attention they never wanted
With brok-en dreams and
shattered spirits;
Some(many)stained with the many colors of vanity or self-pity,
Hard to see into, seeking either approval or awe from another,
and often getting
Neither;
Few are opened by Tolerance Understanding & Enlightenment,
They spend thier lives observing others atop some lonely, high balcony
Inviting me in with the three strongest stenches in all of life:
*Curiosity*-the thirst to know the unknown.
*Hunger*-for a big piece of that hearty American pie.
and *Lust*...for everything and ever-more,
For any aforesaid
Vice;
Some of these become gluttons unable to shut
Tinted with insecurity,infamy, and the hope of a quiet privacy
which they'll never completely
Achieve;
But most are blinded thru hateful veils of wood or foil
exuding their own un-natural transparencies
accepting only other like-framed individuals.
Addicted to the solace,
even domination,
of their beast
...Seclusion!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A stage unchanged with each passing age?! NAY!
Dear enlightened poet, you've no 'sans' existence!
People are windows-your own freely gaping wide open,
I still pass by it
often!
Windows,
They are all eyes I see
each of a different hue, each from a different household
watching my strolling reflection thru an ageless
glass shell
Unique,
with each progressive step,
with the passing of each address
They all have a new vintage
in Father Time's
looking glass
© Brady P. Passant
February 2005