Jenny

February 19

Jenny

Though ignorance may be bliss, living in the shadow of someone else’s ignorance is sheer hell.  The confusion is bad, but the lies are worse.  Want to cripple a child for life give it to a well meaning fool who has the rule book to the wrong board game, that child will grow to need crutches they don’t make and medicine they can’t brew.  Dependant on misguided insanity the child will require a miracle cure and may lack the ability to ingest it.  Best case scenario the kid makes a brave escape into a world she can barely comprehend, worse case she turns the rule book upside down and reads it backwards to her own unfortunate brood.  Ignorance is always a twilight proposition, half agreement the other half handcuffed nightmare.  Full consent is by necessity impossible while blameless innocents is similarly unachievable.  The only suggestion I can make from this side of the looking glass is to pick your poison and plan your getaway.

Rain encouragement down in your dreams

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TIME IS HERE TO STAY 

I have passed my days emptying them. 
Like bread crumbs on a trail of rescue 
Expecting them to facilitate redemption 
And if not that at least retreat. 

I release an audible sigh 
As I let each evening slip to the path behind me 
The future I view as a cliff I am nearing 
I hope to be ransomed before the edge. 

I plan carefully how to stay in sync with revision 
Things must be resolved and revert 
But this is not the way. 
The past is there to be mined. 

Inert gold as well as land mines linger beneath the surface 
The days stream on. 
I am not nearing the limit 
I am shrinking from hope. 

I turn my eyes from expectancy with a shutter 
Deeply, I realize I must leave my fairytale life 
And walk away with my days in my pocket 
A treasure------mine to spend.

Life is Unfair

February 19

LIFE IS UNFAIR

Assuring myself I will not be permitted through the gate, I walk the perimeter, assessing the fence, looking for a place to exploit, a wire slightly high. Trying to look graceful, I duck under the fence, telling myself I prefer life on the edge. The water is less dangerous here on the fringe; I wouldn’t want to be swept away. I stay clear of my peers. I stand in the baby pool and feel confident I won’t drown, brushing from my conscience that I won’t swim either.

Struggling to the top of the pile or scurrying underneath is a blatant lack of humility. Skirting the margin is the same. Facing life and finding it unfair, I take to the world of exception and hope to slip through the cracks to a life of safety. In that act I discount my talent and ability. Worst of all, I disconnect from God.

Toy with your thoughts, play with your food.

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Jenny

Though ignorance may be bliss,

living in the shadow of someone else’s

ignorance is sheer hell.

The confusion is bad, but the lies are worse.

Want to cripple a child for life

give it to a well meaning fool

who has the rule book to the wrong board game,

That child will grow to need crutches they don’t make

and medicine they can’t brew.

Dependent on misguided insanity the child will require

a miracle cure and may lack the ability to ingest it.

Best case scenario the kid makes a brave escape

into a world she can barely comprehend,

worse case she turns the rule book upside down

and reads it backwards to her own unfortunate brood.

Ignorance is always a twilight proposition,

half agreement the other half handcuffed nightmare.

Full consent is by necessity impossible

while blameless innocents is similarly unachievable.

The only suggestion I can make

from this side of the looking glass

is to pick your poison and plan your getaway.