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A View in the Mirror, The Friendly Giant (2 Poems)

A View in the Mirror, The Friendly Giant (2 Poems)
A View in the Mirror, The Friendly Giant (2 Poems)

A View in the Mirror

I am the way that I am… and you are only you.

There never has nor never will be any others like us two.

Many things that’s we’ve been told,

They really hardly matter;

They serve to hurt or separate, or lie or slightly flatter.

Useless groups that people join

And dearly pay the price;

Some are only cheaters and some are not quite nice.

Your race or nationality,

Your age or height or gender;

Whether you eat red meat

Or put veggies in a blender…

It doesn’t really matter, it’s all a silly game;

We’re all two-legged animals and rather much the same.

We all behave the way we do for many different reasons;

And that behavior seldom changes,

As constant as the seasons.

Hold a mirror to your face and tell me what you see;

You see yourself, that’s all there is.

When I look… I see me.

We can not be what we are not,

Through someone else’s eyes;

To view another through our own mirror, is seldom very wise.

I accept who I am and I know that I’m not you;

No more than you can expect to see…

Me, through your own view.

That’s why manipulation and fear are often used;

To force someone to be another… serves only to abuse.

“Why must you be so different…

Why can’t you be like me?!”

“Because I’m not… I am my self,

And my self is what I shall be!”

The Friendly Giant

Where does the friendly giant hide

In this land of thoughtless pygmies?

Where does Santa land his sleigh

In a land of “gimme, gimme”?

Where does a bee seek nectar

In a land of artificial flowers?

How can one lead a stable life

In a land of shifting hours?

Where can a ray of sunshine fall

In a room where shades are drawn?

Where can a thoughtful person thrive

In a land so filled with brawn?

Where does the artist’s eye find beauty

In a land now ugly and bland?

Where does the fish find a stream to swim

In a land of arid sand?

Where does a man find honesty

In a land where nothing is fair?

Where does a tree grow tall and green

In a land of poisoned air?

Where does the pioneer travel

In lands where the borders are closed?

Where does the minstrel sing his songs

in a land where deafness grows?

Where does the craftsman sell his skill

In a land of dubious wares?

Where does the poet write the tender lines

In a land where no one cares?

Where does a child learn to laugh

In a land of frowns and sorrows?

Where does the star man spin his tales

In a land where there’s no tomorrow?

Where does the giant hang his head

In despair and utter sadness?

He lives in a land that knows no joy

And has chosen instead, sheer madness.

A View in the Mirror

I am the way that I am… and you are only you.

There never has nor never will be any others like us two.

Many things that’s we’ve been told,

They really hardly matter;

They serve to hurt or separate, or lie or slightly flatter.

Useless groups that people join

And dearly pay the price;

Some are only cheaters and some are not quite nice.

Your race or nationality,

Your age or height or gender;

Whether you eat red meat

Or put veggies in a blender…

It doesn’t really matter, it’s all a silly game;

We’re all two-legged animals and rather much the same.

We all behave the way we do for many different reasons;

And that behavior seldom changes,

As constant as the seasons.

Hold a mirror to your face and tell me what you see;

You see yourself, that’s all there is.

When I look… I see me.

We can not be what we are not,

Through someone else’s eyes;

To view another through our own mirror, is seldom very wise.

I accept who I am and I know that I’m not you;

No more than you can expect to see…

Me, through your own view.

That’s why manipulation and fear are often used;

To force someone to be another… serves only to abuse.

“Why must you be so different…

Why can’t you be like me?!”

“Because I’m not… I am my self,

And my self is what I shall be!”

The Friendly Giant

Where does the friendly giant hide

In this land of thoughtless pygmies?

Where does Santa land his sleigh

In a land of “gimme, gimme”?

Where does a bee seek nectar

In a land of artificial flowers?

How can one lead a stable life

In a land of shifting hours?

Where can a ray of sunshine fall

In a room where shades are drawn?

Where can a thoughtful person thrive

In a land so filled with brawn?

Where does the artist’s eye find beauty

In a land now ugly and bland?

Where does the fish find a stream to swim

In a land of arid sand?

Where does a man find honesty

In a land where nothing is fair?

Where does a tree grow tall and green

In a land of poisoned air?

Where does the pioneer travel

In lands where the borders are closed?

Where does the minstrel sing his songs

in a land where deafness grows?

Where does the craftsman sell his skill

In a land of dubious wares?

Where does the poet write the tender lines

In a land where no one cares?

Where does a child learn to laugh

In a land of frowns and sorrows?

Where does the star man spin his tales

In a land where there’s no tomorrow?

Where does the giant hang his head

In despair and utter sadness?

He lives in a land that knows no joy

And has chosen instead, sheer madness.

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