SOCIAL LITERATURE

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LOVE WILL GIVE YOU WINGS
Please Hear What I'm Not Saying

Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear for I wear a mask,
a thousand masks,
masks that I'm afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that's second nature with me,
but don't be fooled, for God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me,
within as well as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water's calm and I'm in command and that I need no one,
but don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this.
I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation,
my only hope, and I know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance,
if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself,
that I'm really worth something.
But I don't tell you this.
I don't dare to, I'm afraid to.
I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,
will not be followed by love.
I'm afraid you'll think less of me,
that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.

So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without and a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front.
I tell you everything that's really nothing,
and nothing of what's everything,
of what's crying within me.
So when I'm going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I'm saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,
what I'd like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say,
but what I can't say.

I don't like hiding.
I don't like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings--
very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!

With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator--
of the person that is me if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
Please choose to.

Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach to me the blinder I may strike back.
It's irrational, but despite what the books say about man
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.

Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet.
And I am Paul
And that's what I desire to be

MY FATE
Don’t know the time and the date
When no one will be my mate
Solely I’ll face my fate
At the time of the last sentence
Nothing to hide even into the metallic fence
When my sense will be no sense
And the fate that nobody knows

Doubting Thomases still rampant
Not knowing prophecy is invariant
No wealth will be of any value
For them no rule shall be bent
I’m not an angel or any God sent
I’m just a mere messenger of little value
And I don’t require any pay not even a cent

Listen ye inhabitants of the world
None shall exchange the fate for gold
For He will come and speak in bold
The sentence that shall send the sheep to the right
And leave the goats on the left
No more trial in this last court
O my fate let me see you in a dream

I fear it because I can’t predict it
Neither do the angels know it
The God of men secretly keeps it
Am ready but again no yet
I want to better it-it’s a bet
And why are my ways in vain
Like an island of ignorance I’ll never remain.

BLISS

I see her perform some cancan
Her twirling and whirling excites
After an ogle at her
She comes and cuddles me
I freak and make her be the family way
And our conjugal marriage becomes consummated

Always in triumphs
When the joyous anticipation comes true
When the first bouncing bay boy begets
Winning a commendation from the elders
For every mouth is fed to the brim
A connoisseur could have done it better
Fro her beauty is dangerous and intimidating
A true compliment to me
And the society that benefit from her clean heart
Showering in blessings and happiness
Diviners have stories for this connubial