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Manic Monday – Frozen

you only see
what you want
your heart’s
consumed
with hate…
broken
no point
placing blame
you know you
need to fly
inside your
heart you
hold the key
only
you’re frozen

~kat

For Manic Monday’s 3 Way Prompt: Photo (above)/Word: Frozen/Song: Frozen by Madonna (see the blocked out text below).


Frozen
Madonna
You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be? You’re frozen
When your heart’s not open
You’re so consumed with how much you get
You waste your time with hate and regret. You’re broken
When your heart’s not open
Mm,hmm
If I could melt your heart
Mm, hmm
We’d never be apart
Mm, hmm
Give yourself to me
Mm, hmm
You hold
The key
Now there’s no point in placing the blame
And you should know I suffer the same, if I lose you
My heart will be broken
Love is a bird, she needs to fly
Let all the hurt inside of you die,you’re frozen
When your heart’s not open
Mm, hmm
If I could melt your heart
Mm, hmm
We’d never be apart
Mm, hmm
Give yourself to me
Mm, hmm
You hold
The key
You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be? You’re frozen
When your heart’s not open
Mm, hmm
If I could melt your heart
Mm, hmm
We’d never be apart
Mm, hmm
Give yourself to me
Mm, hmm
You hold the key (Mm, hmm)
If I could melt your heart
Mm, hmm
We’d never be apart
Mm, hmm
Give yourself to me
Mm, hmm
You hold
The key
If I could melt your heart
Songwriters: Madonna Ciccone /Patrick Leonard
Frozen lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc


October 13-31 Poem 21

take care what you wish for, keep it simple, less is more

~kat


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 21 October 2018

Ricky Gervais produced a film back in 2008 called “The Invention of Lying”. I highly recommend it. It’s a tale about a world where no one is able to tell a lie; where trust was the way of life. Imagine it if you will. When one dude figures out he has the ability to bend the truth, all hell breaks loose, as you can imagine. Of course everyone believes his lies, because, well, why wouldn’t they in a world where everyone is hardwired to trust, where there is no such thing as a lie. But as a consequence of his invention trust took a beating. It was a new reality, the idea of mistrust. It was the price to pay for lying, no matter the gain. A sobering lesson for us all.

Fast forward to 2018. A bit of an alternative reality check, if you will…

Once upon a time there was a world where truth did not exist. In fact everyone lied. No one could tell the truth. The bigger the whopper, the better. Of course no one believed anyone. The level of mistrust pitted parents against children, friend against friend, foe against…well, as you might expect everyone was a potential foe in a world without truth. People got along not because they trusted each other, but by gravitating to the lies that felt good, because those lies got them what they wanted. Lying was a means to an end.

Then one day a strange fellow uttered an incredibly powerful word…”but”. After shaking off the gasps and stares of those around him, he stepped up on a soap box and found the courage to go with it. One truth led to another and another. No one could stop him. “But that doesn’t sound right…” “But they said this only three days ago…and now they’re saying this! Look, I have video.” “But that’s not what the facts show…I have proof.” The crowd grew deadly silent, everyone staring at him, wide eyed, mouths agape. And then it happened. The crowd burst into uproarious laughter. “Good one dude!” “You really had us going!” “Proof? Facts?! They are unprovable. Everyone knows that!” “You don’t even sound credible!” “Truth? What is truth?” A group of crooners broke out in a stirring rendition of “La…la…la…” Of course no one believed him. Why would they? How could they? Mistrust grew even more. And anger…not at being duped, but at the mere suggestion that truth could possibly exist. It was unthinkable. Clusters of lie lovers organized into tribes around they’re favorite reality. It felt good there…safe. They built walls to keep truth from invading their tiny minds, which grew smaller by the day. And trust never returned. Because as everyone knows, once trust is lost, it’s over.

You expected a happy ending? I wish I could have given you that. I really do.

I’m often preaching to the choir in this place so it goes without saying, if you are a seeker of truth like me, keep seeking and speaking it. Even if no one believes you, because why would they? Why should they when their lies feel so good? At the very least, at the end of the day, you’ll be able to look at yourself in the mirror without wincing, and you’ll be able to sleep at night. Truth has its perks too. It preserves one’s soul. Peace my friends…peace.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 21 October 2018

do you think me strange?
sweet dreams begotten fade to mist at dawn forgotten
cool breeze, crickets peeping…the night is set for sleeping,
Sounds scary!
Everyone believed it.
a thought for a penny, no more, gets what you pay for
polyglots who bang out
crumbs are not enough to sate the starving, doomed by fate
shorter days, growing shadows, a time for letting go
a cool nip frosts the aged leaves cleaving to the trees
dreams of cool cats fiddling
a thousand wishes fill
us…hot breath, wild eyes,
they will never see
when lies become a means to an end nobody wins

~kat

A ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


Saturday with the Muse

secret garden song

deep beneath the gentle
cover of dying leaves
seeds sleep dreaming
of a beautiful sun that
they will never see

the growling surrounds
us…hot breath, wild eyes,
fools poisoned by lies
seeing only red

a thousand wishes fill
the night sky with light
the hope of dreamers

moon shadow misting
dreams of cool cats fiddling
and mad cows leaping

~kat


October 13-31 Poem #19

a cool nip frosts the aged leaves cleaving to the trees

~kat


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