From your closet door emerged

Colors of our youth now purged

Into sexual connotations urged

Innocence lost.

Who you are behind your door

Bare-skinned world you implore

Publicly you must explore

At what cost?

In their faces, bewildered youth

God’s creation, altered truth

Implications attached uncouth

Innocence lost

Close your house your room your door

March the public streets no more

Hide yourself, your face, your core

At what cost?

To love all, these colors show

Kindness bound our children grow

Led by youth, world in tow

Probity found.

Our colors never again tainted

Arched across the sky, God painted

One with Him acquainted

Eternity bound.

Southern December, a fraud, at best

Jones traditions, keeping up with the rest

Chirping birds galavanting nest to nest

No snow, no cold, not even a sweater

Tans aplenty, enjoying bikini weather

Overdressed, pretend, birds of a feather

@coldfront

In our balanced world of Yen and Yang, nothing can be truly experienced without an opposition. The challenge, learning the counterparts.

To understand life, you must have experienced death.

No, the true meaning of life will not be clear before you can look back on its entirety.

Knowing what is false guides us to truth. Assumptions make you the fool.

The value of good is learned from being imperfect, your ill wills, your mistakes.

Love, however, is an ever-changing commodity.

It can be torn and tested, molded and altered.

When spoken, it can evoke war or bring peace.

Consummate love is only known from loss.

Possessive defeat or deprivation will not complete you only the demise of defined self.

Your identity now altered from encountering another.

The id you once knew will never return.

The other became part of you.

I hope to be wrong

To be so, brings sorrow headlong

Up is down, black is white

Belief over fact, this is not right

In the maze of a lab rat with no end in sight

Kept in the dark when we have to have light

Loud speakers of lies hiding the science

Choosing to fear over defiance

Told to sign off, it was for the best

This choice, science says, may harm the rest

Scared and afraid, I will get the call

Slipping as fruit from trees, a windfall

Save my family, one and all

In is now out, short is now tall

Please no, I am not that strong

I pray to be wrong

You can remember. You have returned home.

All your affiliates await. Adjust in good time.

How well did you do? Was it all you had hoped?

We saw you had challenges? We all played our roles.

Yes, one did well. Still one has much to face.

Successes and failures. One will remain.

Very happy to be back. Thank you all.

I still have much to learn. Maybe brighter next life.

Who goes back next? Have you chosen a life?

What will your trials be? Will I have a part?

In time, young soul. Recollections await you.

Reexamine all your pasts. Enlightenment lies in the distance.

Rear stage right

The cue has arrived

Audience awaits

The show must go on...

And it did.

Every sign said don't

There were so many

No one pushed

It was always a choice...

And it was.

It wasn't for me

He wasn't for me

Never unfaithful

You committed to try...

And I did.

There are the babes

That stop the regret

Blessings aplenty

Promised unconditional love...

And I do.

Jack of all trades, master of none so I'm writing about them.

My circle of life has been blessed having known great greats and great grands.

This summer a new set will be crowned when my daughter becomes a mother.

Prayers are plentiful in this tumultuous age of misinformation and unsurety.

Hope bleeds from our hearts knowing the challenges before this gift.

Yet, we are thankful.