The Café` Series – Life As We Live It.
“I remembered ‘The Lion King’…”
Most all the “Café’s” are shuttered.
But you can’t get what they GAVE …online.
I look for places to pause now;
places worth a pause, a view, a thought.
So few,
…so few.
And just when you think you found one…
And you sit and you just…watch.
You get “not-funny” looks from those near,
or those passing by.
The “looks” are of your not belonging –
go away, go away, you don’t belong,
you’re not a part, you’re just not an “anything”.
And my thoughts turned more deeply inward,
and the pen scrawled…
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We “pin” people to a Label
– all too often –
by our visual perception
– that dreaded “first impression”.
We offer separation
by generation,
and label others via OUR perceptions,
self-perversions, and predictions…
all those opinions!
And we’re right!
Always right.
Always, always, and in all ways …right.
I noticed that, haven’t you? –
or yours, or theirs?
It IS an “imperial” We, after all.
We KNOW we are!
And we tell ourselves OFTEN – enough(?) –
to ensure the verity of our perceptions,
our receptions, our deceptions …our inceptions –
of – everything – and the nothings
we’re so afraid of…
OH! so afraid of.
Our lives ARE a cycle
– so many cycles –
yet, ever fewer lives.
What’s mine is mine
until you make it …yours…
Then it’s not mine …anymore…
And CAN you understand how I miss that?
I miss what WAS mine.
I
Miss
…so much…
So much.
Can YOU feel? – I do – way too much
and soooo many forever’s are just so often
…missed… a myst now.
It IS the little things,
– daily things – the “looks” –
moments …and oh so many “nothings” – sigh.
…But who cares? Cowboys don’t cry.
They always told me that,
and I wanted to be a cowboy so bad – back then.
And the tears always broke open the lies.
I always cried – anyway.
You do that when it’s YOU that feels, ya know?
We just fade-to-black… now,
is the accepted perception,
but black is soooo many shades of gray.
Behind my eyes,
I see ME, when mine was mine –
but you don’t see ME – behind your eyes.
My future was your yesterday.
I’m not in your tomorrow
…but you were ALWAYS in mine.
Chuckling here – always in mine.
So many, many cycles.
Chris
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hello dearest Chris a very heartfelt write I hate cycles and I love seasons why must everything always be changing? I take my moments where I can and have become secure with being invisible I used to draw attention not intentionally but I did none the less…I wish relationships lasted longer than cycles and seasons great write ❤️
Harry Potter’s Cloak wasn’t meant to silence us from speaking out about our existence… that was Voldemort’s function.
And damn, he did it well.
one of my favorites stanza And we’re right!
Always right.
Always, always, and in all ways …right.
Chuckling here, hi Fia. I KNEW you would notice that stanza, and I did as well EVERY time I reread those thoughts. Good seeing you here.
Thank you Chris;))