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Keep The Heart Of A Child: Chapter Four

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existentialism

 

(Original Publication Date on
Trilllogic Innoventions: August 25, 2009)

 

Well, what about it? you might ask. I'm getting to that; hang onto your berets! Oh yes, I'm the poet. Hang onto your chins then . . . Philosophically, "Existentialism" relates to free will. But is everyone in the world free? Not by a long shot. Some because of their own mistakes. Others because they were born into bad situations, or were in the wrong place at the right time. Some are imprisoned by fear, doubt, anger, even hate — stemming from the scars of experience and loss; the twisty ties that bind.

But what binds all of us together? The mere fact we exist. We share this wondrous hurtling planet at precisely the same point in time, and that's pretty astounding! If the degree of closeness of our D.N.A. isn't enough to convince you, being here now should certainly give you a sense of warmness toward your fellow human beings. It's like we're part of one big messy superfamily. Sure, a bickering dysfunctional splintered family group (sound "familiar"?), yet a family nevertheless!

What does it matter? Good grief, must every paragraph begin with a question?!? Okay, I'm the one writing this so I guess that could be construed as my fault. Guess I've answered my own question then! Back to your question. Which I considerately composed for you. Everything matters. Life matters. If it didn't, we wouldn't be here.

What I'm trying to say is, and that isn't a question, don't let it pass you by. Don't let it slip away while you're blinking. Approach this gift of life with your eyes wide, your heart too, or you'll miss the
best parts.

 

 

existentialism

 

Fraught by doubt from its conception

Against all odds and every even

Life is like a game of chance

You're here and then you're leavin'!

 

Frights and blights may long divert us

Plagues and lags might weigh like boulders

Paths can stray or stall or wender

Hauling worlds upon our shoulders

 

Existential truths allude

While Gravity our ankle grips

Minds will query, ambitions tarry

As the moment's memory of detail slips

 

Yet by birth we all share one thing

That none can ever quite remove

The quest for freedom, a yenning spirit

To live unshackled within our groove

 

And as the record spins its song

The needle dulling at each turn

We fondly crackle-pop with age

And cherish lives well-learned

 

It's not the distance traveled

Nor the wrinkles we attain

What matters in the end will be

The texture of the rain

What I remember most will be

Soul-dancing in the rain.

Quoth the knaven, "Othermore!"

 

I suppose I'm supposed to impart some additional traditional existential blather here. You know, why anything is anything and nothing is nothing and everything is, well, you get the picture.

The thing of it is (and I say that a lot, especially while chatting with myself), none of us would be anything without life. We wouldn't be here, having this one-sided conversation, if we didn't exist.

We wouldn't care about our feud with the neighbors, the latest office politics, what so-and-so said about such-and-such.

We wouldn't care about anything at all. And that's somewhat remarkable, if'n ya think about it. Doesn't it put all of those little worries, those piddling paucities of Life, into perspective?

If your reply is no, you probably shouldn't be reading this book. You need to consult someone who actually knows anything about something or other. I'm serious. Put down the book and scuttle
off.

Now that that's settled, let's get on with it. And don't ask, "On with what?" I was hoping you'd know.

 

Anything

 

(Song Lyrics - 1993)

 

When I surprise myself

By growing in some way

I see myself as someone else

I was not yesterday

I reach below

The surface of my life

And feel the flow

Of something more than pride

I feel the power rise

I feel the energy

I feel the flow of something endless

In the depth of me

A strength I never knew I had

I feel that I can be

Anything

 

When my ideas

Don't amount to anything

And I just want to find a place

To lose myself within

But I can't go

Can't run away and hide

Before I know

I feel a change inside

I feel the power rise

I feel the energy

I feel the flow of something endless

In the depth of me

A strength I never knew I had

I feel that I can be

Anything

 

When I get caught in moods

Of wondering who I am

I see a stranger's face

Reflected on the windowpane

When I feel low

I keep it all inside

It doesn't show

The trail of tears I've cried

It takes me time to fill my mind

With confidence

And all it takes

Is one harsh word

To bring me down again

But when it flows

It lifts me way up high

I'm on my toes

And reaching for the sky

I feel the power rise

I feel the energy

I feel the flow of something endless

In the depth of me

A strength I never knew I had

I feel that I can be

Anything.

 

Herstory

 

This is the Story of a writer

Telling the story of a Writer

In a panoply of Voices

It is the Classic Tale

Of a Little Girl Lost

A Woman scorned

And a Mother found

 

Here is a record of Truth

The odyssey of a Victim

The history of a Survivor

The epic struggle to be heard

It is the chronicle of a Dreamer

Who would become Three

Yet seek and aspire as One

 

This is a story you cannot forget

It is a story that must be told

A compendium of universal themes

Yet it is my story

And will be Ourstory

For now I shall name it

Herstory.

 

This Year

 

(January 14, 2004 -

Penned On My Birthday)

 

Last year

Was going to be

The one

To finally make my dreams

Explode

To find

The perfect words

The right

Ideas

To make it happen

 

Last year

I penned some tales

Competed, was defeated

Followed my path

Of winding wishes

And never quit

Believing

 

Last year

It didn't happen

But I wrote . . .

 

This year

As yet unknown

I'll keep believing

Reaching higher and achieving

With quills of hope

Risking

Soaring

On ambitious plumes

Powered by

Exhilaration

 

This year

Luck could change

Things may be different

And still the same

I'll be a dreamer

A fantasy weaver

Spinning my threads

 

This year

Whatever happens

I will write.

 

A Lifetime

 

Spontaneous

Amazing

Pensive

Compromising

 

Challenging

Fragile

Predictable

Exciting

 

Fleeting

Common

Painful

Inspiring

 

Pliable

Susceptible

Emotional

Contriving

 

Mysterious

Unique

Uncertain

Abiding.

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Count The Times

 

(Song Lyrics - 1994/1995)

 

The clock is ticking softly on the wall

I feel its presence now

Much more than yesterday

Warning not to let the seconds disappear

Into a stream of years

That swiftly flows away

 

A parent's love is deeper as each second goes

It pains the strongest hearts to see

Their babies grow

Yet while the needs are less

They give more joy with every step they take

Into the world

 

I'm watching every precious move you make

To play within my heart

Upon a silver screen

The many little things that people

Let slip by

And then pretend they've seen

I won't make that mistake

 

I'm countin' times

That you've made a difference in my life

Countin' ways

You've transformed my days from dark to bright

I'm countin' too

That there'll always be a part of you

Who's countin' every time the way I do.

 

I feel like I was learning how to crawl

Just yesterday

And now I'm standing tall

Though I don't know it all

 

I'm trying to make a mark

So you'll be proud of me

Sometimes it's hard to see

The man or woman that a child can be

 

Days slip past much faster every year

I once was unaware

But now it's clear, I know

We need to catch each moment

In our hands

Like a butterfly

Then let it go

 

The clock is ticking softly on the wall

I feel its presence now

Much more than yesterday

Warning not to let the seconds disappear

Into a stream of years

That swiftly flows away

 

I'm countin' times

That you've made a difference in my life

Countin' ways

You've transformed my days from dark to bright

I'm countin' too

That there'll always be a part of you

Who's countin' every time the way I do.

 

Sweet

 

(Song Lyrics - 2006)

 

There's a lot of talk

Around the world about

Better ways to end it all

But I don't believe

Yes, I truly doubt

Most of us would like to call

It a day

Just throw it away

We'd rather get along

And so I'll pen more songs

To say

To all the rest of you

We've better things to do

Today

Walking through the trees

Dancing in the rain

Rejoicing in the flow

Of breeze across the plain

Holding someone dear

Laughing till we cry

Living every day

Reaching past the sky

Waltzing with the stars

Strolling through the dew

Relaxing at the shore

With nothing else to do

But listen to your heart

The syncopated beat

The rhythm of each life

Is anything as sweet?

 

What the diplomats

With their bombs and guns

Can't seem to understand

We want a better world

Than they have given us

Not a world that's bound to end

All in vain

It's so insane

We'd rather live some more

Exchanging peace not war

Is that okay?

With all that we endure

We'd like to feel secure

Each day

As we labor in our fields

Toil in factories

As our tasks become one whole

Touching all societies

Every person plays a role

At the center of the stage

Every creature has a place

On every turning page

We need to get along

And so I'll pen more songs

To try

Convincing all of you

We've better things to do

Than die

 

I am a patriot

Yet I can see beyond

The edges of Belief

To other families

Who share as deep a bond

Who look a lot like me

What leaders great and small

Don't seem to understand

Who aim their guns so carelessly

 

I'm just a citizen

I'm just like anyone

Who wishes to be free . . .

Walking through the trees

Dancing in the rain

Rejoicing in the flow

Of breeze across the plain

Holding someone dear

Laughing till we cry

Living every day

Reaching past the sky

Waltzing with the stars

Strolling through the dew

Relaxing at the shore

With nothing else to do

But listen to your heart

The syncopated beat

The rhythm of each life

Is anything as sweet?

Is anything so sweet?

 

Against The Knife

 

(Song Lyrics - 1983/1993)

 

You see me every day

You pass me on the street

Sometimes you look away

Sometimes you frown at me

I'm reaching out my hand to you

As if for life

I'm shakin' in my worn-out shoes

Against the knife

 

I'm Homeless, I'm the poor

I'm easy to ignore

I'm where, but for the grace of God

Goes everyone

So say a little prayer for me

I'll pray for you

I'm reaching out my hand to you

As if for life

I'm shakin' in my worn-out shoes

Against the knife

Against the knife!

 

I'm living on the edge

Of your periphery

I'm wretched and obscure

But I'm humanity

I'm reaching out my hand to you

As if for life

I'm shakin' in my worn-out shoes

Against the knife

 

You see me every day

You pass me on the street

Sometimes you look away

Sometimes you frown at me

 

I'm reaching out my hand to you

As if for life

I'm shakin' in my worn-out shoes

Against the knife

Against the knife!

I'm reaching out my hand to you

As if for life

I'm shakin' in my worn-out shoes

Against the knife

Against the knife!

 

Anthem For Humanity

 

(Song Lyrics - 2006)

 

I've been raised to believe

In a nation under God

Where people of all colors can reside

Standing on a land

In the footprints of great men

Where bravehearts of all races lived and died

At the foot of a great lady

Who towers in each heart

As an emblem for liberty

By the light of her torch

I have viewed a kindred spirit

From sea to shining sea

I am an American.

 

Our blood is

Mexican, German, from Sweden, and England

Perhaps a little Français too

Though we vote Republican or Democrat

We live independent

And are American through and through

We hail from distant shores

Yet one thing we all do

Whether rich or poor

We love our families

The friends we come to know

We love the land for which we stand

No matter where we go

We love where we are from

We need our private space

But when all is said and done

We're all a single race

The race of Man

 

From the breathtaking summit

Of an unfinished scaffold

To enduring columns

A beloved sagging tower

Down narrow cobbled streets

In the shadow of cathedrals

Gongs the echo of each hour

Quaint villages harbor tales

Of adventures and travails

A wealth of history

Walls of castles and museums

Guard a treasury of traditions

Preserved with dignity

I am a European

 

From the peaks of mighty pyramids

To the depths of creation

Co-existing side by side

From the dark of steaming jungle

To the blinding desert sun

We are poor yet rich in pride

From king to lowly pauper

Every creature is my brother

Every species has its path

Interior to coast

River delta to savannah

Living as I always have

I am an African

 

From the spires of Taj Mahal

And a mecca's Wailing Wall

To the inner Chi of Man

Amid the cheering fans of stars

Beneath the glitter of night's canopy

For one and all I stand

A universal child

 

My tears are older than the dinosaurs

My days, one blinking eye

With two hands I leave behind

An abundant legacy

The result of industry

Both good and bad

Will it stand the tests of Time?

I am a Human Being

 

We may be

Mexican, German, from Sweden, and England

American, a little Français too

We vote for freedom

Live for idealism

Our blood is red like you

We hail from distant shores

Yet one thing we all do

Whether rich or poor

We love our families

The friends we come to know

We love the land for which we stand

No matter where we go

We love where we are from

We need our private space

But when all is said and done

There is but one true race

The race of Man.

 

Copyright © 2010 Lori Lopez

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