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Im just a poem on a block of wood, I would talk and play as you do if I could, But I have to stay here day and night, And never grow in width or height. My auther says she put me here to give all a word of cheer.

Every morning for several years I wake up to reality which strikes with a pain.
Unbearable.
I have no man to protect me, so I invented the guardian.
I draw an image of him in my mind and shield my pain with it.
He comforts me, he makes me feel safe, he cares for me, he loves me. Pain goes, he brings life into me.
I am ready to get up and face the day.

The days are so long.
It is not true that time is running: it is crawling from one court decree to another, and there are so many mornings behind and ahead with a pain to strike.
I go through the day talking in my mind to this invented guardian, the only friend I have.
I can't afford the real friends, their lives are not prepared for the trouble I live in.
Their questions about my child only place a salt on my wound, their pity does not comfort, it pushes me into solitude.

Another day coming to an end.
Time to go sleep is a tough time too.
My mind controls my emotions when it is fully awake, but when it is just awaking or relaxed going to sleep, the control fails and I feel it all.
Immediately I draw the image of my guardian to shield the pain. He embraces me and caress me to sleep,
I feel safe in his arms.
I always sleep good.

If not for him I would not survive so long.
He keeps me alive for a number of years.

I tried to meet people but the image of my guardian dominates, it is strong and powerful, no ordinary person can compete with it.

And there is a real man, whose image I took.
I have never told him who is he for me.
He lives his life and has a very little space for me in it.
When I see him in person I feel that the line between the dreams and reality fades.
He looks at me like he knows more than he wants to say.
When I talk to him I look in his eye and I wonder what runs through his mind at times when he is waking up or falling asleep.
Does he know?

at night in the dojo,some monks had a chat about perfection.
the first said: be like an ocean of compassion!
the second said:have detachment to acquire a clear vision !
and the third:practice a perfect zazen to reach the knowledge!
no,no,no..replied master oshiba:
compassion is the worst form of selfishness if you're only able
to kiss the sandals of the first bagger on your path..
detachment,is the worst form of illusion:your wisdom will light up the dojo,but once at the market you'll be unable to compare two melons!
knowledge is the worst form of contempt,be a wiseman not a master,
practice zazen like unbereable little monkeys and you will be able
to compare melons !

What have I to give thee
that you do not already
possess
Am I not a sojourner through
life as thee
I built you cities and vindyards
yet you sit upon your terrace
and gaze at the stars
Your heart yearns for that mystical
union that beckons you from heavens gate
I gave to you children that danced
in golden fields of wheat and you
saw them prosper in the earth
Yet, their tiny hands became fists
of vengence and your heart was
broken
Your silk black hair I combed in
evening mist, yet your hearts desire
languished for some home beyond
the stars
And when you died I blessed mother
earth for her warm soil cuddled you
in a babes sleep til your dream angel
carried you into unapproachable light-

What a joke this game we play with its shades of gray. We piss and moan,wine and cry wishing some day to dine. Dissapointment is the game,attacking those with no name. Breaking hearts the bid,winner will always dread. Only loosers stay unscaved,so hippity hop and play if you dare but fake hearts do not care.

The Mask

Many wear a mask made of grins that lies
To hide their true face, this each denies
Amassing a debt of horrid human guile
Hidden behind the mask with that smile
Pay no heed to them for each soon dies

We wait for the day the world will do otherwise
Stop accounting for all the tears and sighs
Remember this when you see them while
Wearing that mask with the lying smile

Oh Lord hearken not to their mournful cries
From these tortured souls as they arise
Yours sing, but you know the clay is vile
Allow us to dream otherwise awhile
Not taken in by the mask of beguiling lies

CHASTITY.....finds me making friends; not wishing for romance.
TEMPERANCE.....finds me refusing that second drink.
CHARITY.....finds me giving a helping hand.
DILIGENCE.....finds me working away.
PATIENCE.....finds me holding in my thoughts.
KINDNESS.....finds me randomly making your day.
HUMILITY.....finds me not gloating to you.

We all know pain
it comes in many forms
there is good pain
that leads to nice results
then there are the bad pains
that can rip us apart
no matter which one experienced
one sure thing pain is always pain
nicer pains are things that bring
a good result, a nice outcome
the momentary pain of a virgin
usually then followed by pleasure
the hard searing labour of child birth
the delight and joy of holding your baby
the minor pains like a scraped knee
the sting of a bee, scratch of a rose
then there are the really bad pains
the terrible pain of rape and its aftermath
the feeling of being dirty where there's no blame
no shame just something carried on forever
the pain of being shot or stabbed even killed
the surgery to save a life the stitches pulling
the grief and pain of losing a loved one
so many different pains to face
each one needs to be handled differently
what ever pain you suffer remember this
you do not need to face it alone

I am-
*This delicate flaw
-contrary to nature's law.
*A positive contradiciton
-lacking any restriction.
*A beautiful mess
-Through words I express.

Is time racing by too fast and heading out in harm’s way?
Burning a candle too fast, do beware what I have to say
How much longer will it last that we always so depend
When we let others decide for us what message does it send?
When all the feelings that we hide are ticking deep inside
Is this only what we pretend or only what we can’t confide?