Subject: Voices Apart
From: Christopher W. Thomas (creatician@poetic.com)
Host: dnb-as1s16.erols.com
Date: Mon Dec 22, 1997 at 6:43AM

Voices apart - which steal my heart

Minds caught between real and art
Words which pretend compassion
But which are filled with tension

Jumping ahead - feet filled with lead
So much discussion, so little percussion
Pretensions of vast knowledge, thru college
Is no real platform - for conversing at norms

Talk things through, use point-of-view
Do it without malice, pretend you're Alice
Live the fantasy ... but also live it free
Don't hide your name, what's to gain?

Talk freely ... and use humor sparingly
But enough to lighten, minds to brighten
So much to talk about, no need to shout
Share all of yourself, then dance about

Be free with who you are, not stuck in jar
So much you could provide ... don't hide
If you want to share, find one who cares
Just be open ... so many things to rope in

The older we are, the more time under stars
So many, many, walks ... if only we could talk
About the sun and moon, and all of those tunes
Which turned us on to others, before these covers

Slid over us to initiate pretension, why not shed them?
Learn once again - what wonderful things you can gain
If only you are responsive - to people who are pensive
And who use their intelligence, without sitting on a fence

Talk openly to them - learn what makes them tick and blend
Chat with people who don't hide, from what is deep inside
Too many are hurting from that, but really do want to chat
Talk to them without hiding, show them you're not sliding

Into a mixing vat ... filled with a little of this, a little of that
So much good, clean and deep conversation can happen
If only you're open to it all - and not in any way napping
Do it well - and the world is your oyster, without moisture

Tears of laughter perhaps ... but none of the other chat
Which sometimes makes sad - the people who aren't glad
For the chance to share their knowledge, fun and wisdom
Which surges through us all - and seeps out of us in tune

With warm minds who are open - to everything we have stoking
Which fills our minds and hearts, with so much more than just art
There is great depth to understanding ... and so much is handing
Over to you who have the patience ... who enjoy all the cadence

Of a poetic mind which channels ... everything without flannels
Some use to cover ... other parts of them they don't wish to bother
You with - which is a shame - for there is so very, very, much bliss
In a world where nothing is hidden - from a life which is not ridden

Along roads where warning signs exist - to show some parts missed
In the journey which does unfold ... as more and more time gets old
To those who don't use it well ... and uncover themselves to sell ...
Everything they are - without holding back, because of their scars

Christopher W. Thomas
6:35am Mon 12/22/97