Lurking As A Quiet Stranger ( Archived) (9)

Lurking As A Quiet Stranger


This faceless stranger inside us all waiting for it's
release..
It's hell bond soul,thriving on anguish and hate,it's the
beast..
Longing to come when least expected,only to feed on the
unknown..
Unrecognizable by most,though just an unkind feeling shown..
Chained in unseen,till that moment it breaths fire,
raringup it's head..
This silent creature,feeds on hate and desire of what
isn't to be..
Turning and twisting ravishing in it's domain,it's
evil thirst wants free..
When this stranger wakes in a small child,sharing is an issue
we can see..
Envious as growing into an adult it can be mean,and
lashing out..
Dormant happiness and love is safe,sleeping in
hibernation,not lurking about..
Unable to see desires of it's own,such as anger,guilt,
feelings that shout..
Relationships strained pulled to the limit,desperation
for recognition..
One side caring the other overbearing and of a
dominant kind,weapons of anguish..
Ready to pounce on the prey,uncaring,self indulgence,
forcing strick with out merit..
Bound by deceit,lies,untold truths,heavenly doubts of
what lies inside no knowledge of it..
One day with out warning,eyes of irrelevant meaning,
untranquilized appearance brought about..
This stranger when reborn,and unleased,unable to
be handled,is called jealousy and anger..
Each of us harbors in our souls this creature,lurking
as a quiet stranger..





Sharon A.Fike 03/01/06

When we love ourself we love the beast of anger and jealousy, too. When we love another we must love the beast in them, too. Forgiveness is what separates us from the animals but what has an animal to be sorry for? And why do we call animals beasts? If we all have the beast inside us then aren't we the real beasts of burden? I love it that you have delved into the abstract region of philosophy. Great poem, Sharon. :)

Roy,

Thank you for understanding ! I love you my friend

Smiles to you..Sharon....Ps,love is all,good and bad..

Thank you my friend. A baby cries and shares all its frustration. It doesn't know how to talk in our language yet but a caretaker of the child checks to see if it is wet, hungry or why it is crying. Sometimes when the caretaker picks it up it just stops crying. When the baby cries it is expected. A child who is older knows more of the language and can tell us what is wrong in simple words. When their is a newborn and older sibling can get jealous. He can show that jealousy through anger. The caretaker doesn't have to love one but not the other. The baby still lives in us even though we get older. We can become our own caretaker later. I read the book and saw the movie by Erich Segal. In the movie Ali McGraw has the line, "Love is never having to say you are sorry". Jesus was asked how many times should you forgive someone and he said seven times seventy. At some point if becomes difficult to forgive someone. Love must be the ultimate form of forgiveness.

Roy,


Roy,being humble is the key to inter peace.
asking for forgiveness makes us humble,I
learned being humble ,Opens us up and leaves
us open for the ultimate feeling to be able
to receive love..no matter how old we are
babies in Gods eyes..Self forgiveness lets
you start out on the right path and along
the path is happiness and love...Sharon..

hug Roy.....

You have a good point there, Sharon. I used to have rationalize and justify a lot. A friend told me why don't you just admit you screwed up. Humility or humbleness can teach us to forgive and to forget. Honesty can teach us when we make mistakes to admit them. When we make amends we have tried to correct the past. Not everything can be forgiven by others but we can forgive ourselves and thereby quit punishing ourself for a mistake. Growth can come then to us. We can begin again. We can learn not to hurt ourself or others. Honesty can heal trust or atleast make it more tolerable.

omg I love you, Roy.......your friend Sharon


after coming out of darkness Roy the light really
lets us learn now doesn't it..

Yes, it sure does and all the good information we can learn through each other. The pieces start fitting together and we can start to understand the why of things better. The other side of the story is so important. Your poem goes into good detail and explains so much.