#opendoor
Education is the key that leads to your freedom.
-Kada
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 1:13 PM UTC
(1)
An Open Door....
.....invites you, to move your feet...if you agree
you'd metamorphose from an old self, to a new one,
an open door brings in light...it's a portal, for sun,
air, wind, even fire......presences......emotions,
so they may slide in and out, easily...
in many ways, YOU become the door,
either you allow, or you refuse entrance, to
some knowledge, an opportunity, a flow of art,
an energy...or people...or deep hidden feelings,
could be a love that knocks...when time is right,
it flows beyond control, there're no barriers, no
hurdles...only wide spaces and clear pathways...
heart and mind are willing...no more holding back,
.......never mind, if there'd be half-open,
.........or half-closed moments...
::::::::::::::::
time...gives way for what is meant to be,
..........energies conspire
...molecules grow together into one mass...
...ideas meet, merge into one whole thought
or theory....allowing a glow to flow, and rule,
::::::::::::disregarding:::::::::::::::
the creaking and squeaking of the door jamb,
the broken knob...the loosely ******* hinges...
:::even the lowly moss, stubbornly clinging
to the edges of the tiled floor of the veranda,
the vine-y, bushy passion flowers growing wild
on the trellis, they both look perfect...to one
inspired, to one in love, nothing could be amiss,
....all become negligible...dispensable...
.....you show willingness.....to cope with
..........i m p e r f e c t i o n s.......
(2)
If I...
........were moss, i'd silently
fill the surface of my chosen ****** panel,
my concrete wall...my loved one, in hues
of green...coating its rough-surfaced gray
with tiny growths, so cool to the touch
i'd shield his sturdy, cold and moist body,
my tiny green leaves would be his slipcover...
inseparable, we shall be....i'd be grateful
for, he gives me a home, my habitat.....
.......i'd be the door to his wall...
.....when his existence is threatened
......i'd face all....go down with him
......break into pieces with him
......he and i...stony concrete and moss...
.....would recreate...start all over again,
......he...the wall toughened by seasons
.....and i....the door to his edifice..
Sally
Copyright September 3,, 2017
rrab
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 2:47 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel
that I am swinging axes in the dark.
Hitting nothing
but air and opportunity.
One day, I will open that door,
turn on that light,
Then say to the world,
"Hello, world, it's nice to see you! "
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 8:48 PM UTC
I gave you my lips to borrow yet my heart you stole.
Every time we kissed i felt it in my soul.
I gave you my hand to hold, my arms to hug, my eyes to see.
Sunddelny you were part of me.
Like the bark on a tree,
But i remain free.
I cant control this urge inside of me,
Yet why would i want to.
Im where i want to be.
Or so i thought...
Love cant be bought
You left me in the dirt and my heart took its toll,
I cry inside my broken
soul.
Will i love again
Will i live once more.
Will i feel the feeling of open arms and an open door.
Will my heart ever really soar.
I know not but i wont give up.
Theres many thieves among us,
One will one day fill my cup
Theres another who can steal me,
Ill once again be where i want to be
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
Obliterating the silence.
The sweetest violence,
Controlled insanity at it's finest
Searching for an open door..
Searching for an open door
That's let murderers in before.
Another victim for the score;
The one who keeps an open door.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 5:18 AM UTC