The Mirror (self and you)
Unfinished...very sloppy right now..I'll continue to come change it
It’s the era
The era of the mirror
The focus of the self
The self portrait upon our shelf
A new soul at the end of a knife
Stabbed, prodded into our health
they promise for your lonely life
A face is changed with a pen
Written on the skin
sewn within a dashed line are fears
we run from til the end
As when we were young
Cut the dotted line.
We didn’t know then it was too late.
Living in the time where our greatest hate
Is that we cannot twist death and fate
That time can not be returned.
A filter of a lie.
It is this that causes us to scream out from the ego that cannot die.
It is the flaw of the flesh
not the slice or cut that sheds our lives blood fresh
While we smile we are blinded by the flash from seeing the truth.
Red eyes in the gloom frozen in happiness
Our naivety forever caught in youth
Flash blinding
watching our own life played out in second person
We watch, empty souls tell us what we desire of ourselves with lies
Most of us walk around in a pool the width and depth of one eye
Shallow from arch to arch from corner to corner
Expectations so inhuman told
Shallow is the depth of their soul
We cut along a dotted line
hoping to feel younger
It is but drawing out the hopeful
Grow old with grace never hunger
Of the face you once knew.
Those who would see a flaw on the face of god himself
Are ruling the world that we do not realize has been stolen from us
Our souls taken captive by this intoxicating lie
A captivating void is teaching us that our void is fillable
Yet we are so unfulfilled
a priceless serum at a price
And a higher cost that not only the fool believes
No not only the fool sees its worth
Any price
That will have to suffice
Prolonging the inevitable
Can anyone measure its evil or good?
Or is it simply an unfortunate time never understood
It is simply wrong because the point of it,
all is to serve in the name of the snake stabbed fully through
Shook to shake
with a vertical line.
Under it do all men kneel
Under its false light do we align
do all souls fall down prostrate with utter reverence?
and each will have a face that stands cold and perfect under the flash
And this is how it ensnares
Now to talk of this empire they do create above us
Lined with golden stairs
And like a burst of heat from the sun
Burning through the space, it so owns
We may draw the farse before we’re done
Of the gods that we deny alone
Of the god they’ve made a lie entire
For shamelessly we believe we are the highest to offer
In a universe full of life
We are but some populaces vermin
And another ones gods
Drawing the shame of the ones who came before
Set their memory afire
Just to watch it burn for our pride
To set in its stead an unsteady empire.
A studded empire of cards
A diamond ring floating on a piece of paper
Upon a sea of words
Upon an ocean wide
To sink the inevitable
its just a matter of time before the diamond is lost
Not long before a cost is just a cost
And they’ll be no more sides
No more side to fight for
Restless children leading restless lives.
Grow your self
Before it is too late
Grasp love where you know it is born.
Love is real and stings with truth
But will always see you through.
And grasp it so tight
Never to let go
So not give over to the false within a mirror
Believe in this, we humans know.
It’s meant for us on this earth
The line stretched hard along its girth
I know it is born and so us above
Even the child says without yet feels
Without the definition of
Love.
Yet all of us blind at our being proud.
Realize all we truly have is doubt
Except that string that bonds one to another.
One you may use as a cover
From all
Protection that cannot be bought
Protection that need not be taught
When the love is real.
So seal it and hold it still
Take it fast and let not the ill
Nor sickness destroy the gift.
But touch is the eternal binder.
Do not hide behind a screen.
Nor hide behind fear
Reach out an grasp said dream.
Do not recognize a devil
When the evil simply is not there
The beauty is within the stare
Yet we deny godliness in their soul
Because a screen has told them so.
They give up on such
As now it seems not much
Just a skeptics dream after all
Yet it’s time to live again
Even if we fall.
Take it all
Now and be.
Within their own minds there is love to see
Oh so much love to see.
shining so much
If we buy lift our eyes
Do not deaden those eyes
Do not take a smile
Do not give in to guile
Put the light back in our eyes.
for they glowed like embers in the night
In the era of the mirror
such blue light it drowns us all
Such cold light on our face it tries
When they breath it’s only sighs
Never doing much but asking why?
Will you tell anyone they are wrong?
Yet they are so apt to rebel against themselves
before they’re fully grown
When you win an argument you celebrate even though the only side you heard or understood was your own
This is the age.
Where everyone has a stage
And they bow without applauds
Set yourself free from your self imposed cage
Give someone the key
And let them see
You.
You always have someone
So you never have to go it alone.
No you never have to go it alone.
These tools can’t give you what a true light can.
Your whole life shall be running in the sand
Getting no where.
But you can have the arrogance to believe
you argued and won your side with intelligence and class
Without caring to ask what feelings ran deep
One could be surprised at how much their heart could keep
Skin warmth and not through a screen.
Yet we still have not truly perceived
All sides except our own
And that who we love most
Will surely take your troubles as their own
to believe such is the challenge.
And your pessimism will ache
We do not have to remain alone
Lonely with the glow of a screen.
We can redeem. Will you redeem?
Oh can it be? Can it be?
Humanity should not only be based on emotion but logic.
otherwise it fails in the endless melodrama.
Let go now.
Don’t tell me I’m wrong
You, who do not know
I am wrong
But I sing a certain song.
For that I know one so I long
To be understood
For such evil and such good
To be taken as their own
Throw away the phone.
And run with me
Run far from alone.
Take you as I take my own
For you’ve know days of endless snow
A blizzard without fail, freeze.
Let me make a howl a simple breeze
Do not accept endless snow
When youve never experienced a day in the fire
You cannot know desire
When you’ve never stood upon the pyre
Do not ask for wind.
When
Youre scared to feel such a fire
When you’ve never felt the earth be still
Time stops and alone feel ill.
The time is not to kill.
It is time to set free ourselves to feel.
Can we yield?
Can we wield?
Person to person
It can be sealed.
tell me I am wrong, I do not lie.
Look into the sky
An you’ll find arms of acceptance
The screen a void with a voice of an angel
It is a siren, a trap
And it wants you to perhaps
Chain yourself eternal
When to flesh like your own is the chain.
The one that must feel hate, love, joy and pain.
Yet pretend we have not such answers
And perhaps I do not know
But yet I simply grow
I let it grow
And so much more, you
You could do so
Go with the flow
You who do not know
Do not tell me I am wrong
Those Moving to and fro
Under the false light of the empire of cards
During the era of the mirror
Where one only can see their own reflection
Let me hasten protection.
Ask what others see.
Before giving in and setting it free
Only to be back behind bars
Let others heal your scars
Your fragility.
For I’ve given mine
And I’d erase it all if I could
But you could not see that one should
So not throw it to the bottom of the sea
And I know I can’t win
Or can I?
such trust as others you see?
It Would Easily fall under the slightest wind
When the storm of morality in the soul offends
I know nothing
Unless it is I myself, tis this
I will forever defend
This mirror we see ourselves within
We shrink away
But remember
Some days we are another thing entire
And this is our day.
Ups and downs of a life dismayed
When one will see
you will see our fire
This understanding does not tire
Obsession is not love.
Love is all entire.
Those met under the blue light
Only to be disappointed
When the myth was not real.
Both under night and day
You change not
You are what you are
We are what we are.
Embrace our ruin
And make it say
And can it be swayed
All our souls are not so far
We cannot take apart what one has been born with
This mirror knows.
As we will one day realize to say
Know there is no choice but to stay.
We will make it.
I vow this
I cannot turn away
Not In the era
Or the mirror.
There is nothing left to fear.
My intentions are pure as glass.
Not transparent but clear
And this one should not pass.
For it is real and so loud one could not ignore.
One must hear.
It has within a sincere tear.
One I’ve never cried before.
One that goes on forever
One that is seers
One that shall forever hear a voice so dear
Ive no fear
Binding to this was so very rare
And we take it to the grave.
Turn inside the space
Bones with a heart that still adheres
Be so sure
Keep it forever near
There is nothing more to fear.
There is nothing more to fear
The age of the mirror has me looking beyond myself
And for you I could never
Never disappear.
The connection happens in the soul.
Not the ego, a dream desired through the weeds.
It happens not in jealousy and greed
Fed like a reward system behind a screen
It happen between you and me
Out of need, purity to be shaken loose of
old habits, old cycles
A recall
it bleeds and falls
From you and from me.
It happens one, two, three
Once
And not because It was needed.
Not through a glowing screen
But because it came to life to be.
Run with it.
do and I will
Wake it up
Will it to be.
What is meant to be
A mirror seeing through a mirror
Finds a way.
Shatters the screen.
—C.R.Stanger
What a mess haha..with not quite a fully coherent or cohesive thought...yes I knew what I wanted to convey but at same time wanted a level of personal connects to make it more understandable and as of now it's confusing it..because I was overly symbolic... I just don't have the levels down yet...I'll have to work on this one ..I was listening to a song by an indie band and there is line...(song called reflector )"in the reflective age" and "a reflection of a reflection" "we fell in love at age of 19 and I was staring at a screen" or something like that but I wanted to write about it while putting some of my own experiences... the connections and love we seek in the days of misunderstood screen meetings and the internet age...you always see these meeting on the internet stories and how they can disappoint..not always but it's still an interesting age...also how the phone is a barrier to true connections and thoughts and it's ability to change our perception of someone..because we would rather attach our own ideas because we don't have a choice as the phone can be vague...even those we know extremely well like family...not just relationships...but friendships...it's like we have two personalities ...one online and the other in person..and the larger the online grows the more someone is perceived completely wrong from who they truly are ...it's great we stay connected and all...but without the net, email and texts, social media we would find out relationships drastically different...all it does is enhance doubt and destroy tone ..on social media I have friends I'm like who is the psycho? Only to see them again in person and go oh ...ok your how I used to know you...the net destroys relationships alot...or at least changes them ..because people wanna believe that version of someone instead of the one staring them right in the face when together...it's an interesting thing ..i try to never base my ideas of someone off what their comments are on Facebook..sometimes it's hard but I try.. or i attempt to believe the tone I think I know in texting...as its false and hurts friendships rather than helps...but yea this poem needs alot of work to truly convey what I was saying...but I shall continue to work on it. I call it mirror because we normally see mirror of ourselves in the screen and one another before a actually seeing the other for real. We see what we wanna see because it fits our narrative better. I also could not write something like this without mentioning our own vanity in the era of the mirror...the vanity of our cyber space self is almost never who we really are in person. Only pieces of ourselves ..only the pieces we want people to see. It's an age that has never been see before...and it has it's good this age of information...but half of that information is false. So it's helps and hurts our masses. Ughh a haha this poem is sooo messy but I'll figure out how to level it ...to both personally and intellectually reach ...for now it's all over the place ...needs alot of clarification ...makes me wanna clear the air but at same time fix what has been lost....and it can be done. This is also a much older poem that I never finished. I wanted to put it up to save it.
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