How We Are

Behind the faces and facades
most be more
Beyond the dots and data
many be more
How we greenly wish
and greedy want...
to be
to own
to become!

Before the chicken is egg
No? Wait
To born da chick be egg
Yes? Wait
To lay them eggs be hen
Sure? Wait
Before the hatching is chicken
All kiddies' stuff? Well...

So of man, so of souls:
Each face with its hole, its hold
We won't know all
Each tongue with its lick, its lies
We dare not swipe
I know a path before but tread
no more...it burns
I swam a stretch before but dip
no more...it's crocks
I read a tune before but got
so wrong...it's mm
I tapped a line in fear but now
so sweet...it's wow!

If the "ifs" were so few or new
what a bore we'll be
If the "whats" were uncoiled
how boring our quest
If there be no foils to untie
or metaphors to behold
what a task of no-contest
I love the mystery in man
and the majesty of regrets:
When you win, you win
When it's lost, you begin
again, or retain the pain!

Many phases, many faces
Same in Town
same in Gown
Same in the sweetest joints
and saddest corners, alas
Who you know... you know not
Where you hide... you hide not
What you own... you owe
Ha! I bow to the mystery
of man: winks, links, lines
Yet, dear squinter, man is it
No kidding!

Oh, there be the pleasant pieces:
Man at his best...
underrated
underfunded
overlooked
somehow skewed, by time
Then you scratch, and...wow:
A soul of many parts
hidden and open at once
A tool for many tasks
sharp and shaped for all
A horse and carmel combined
heeded and needed, alas
Then you wonder and ponder
asking self and all:
How slow we are
in having...yet missing
How high we are
in loving...yet losing!

For a while now, I have been seeing and checking. In the business of life, you meet all sorts. In this business, no one be final master. I learned long ago from my vendor that leaders may play all the ostrich they want but they fool not the people. Just a matter of time!

Many resumes distort data or play up parts to suit postings and plans. Many thus "mislead" or lead users one way or another. Most times no ill intended - pure conventional stuff. Saw that on googling my friend's this day as well. We need all do some checking. Yeah.

Life, as we've found, is full of mirrors and mirage. And we know. But we still urge and surge, just in case! So, in discovering the "other parts, the other side", we go...gaga or ha ha or ho ho!

For ill, or for good. No matter.

And life goes on...