Of Life And Other Misdemeanours

 Life is black and white.

What is, simply is.

What will be, will be.

Reality is real, in the truest sense.

Living resides in the lighter shades of pale.

Blended into the shadowy gray areas of darkness.

Each moment of breath dissipates into the brilliance of the ‘White‘ or hidden in the murkiness of the ‘Black‘.

We are born with a blind ambition to seek our journey’s pathway through the foggy mists of each new dawn’s glistening dew.

The events of existence create a  kaleidoscope of Pixie colours so brilliant.

And stark glares of Darkness’ brilliant flares.

Colours bright, good ying and bad yang, blending to become black, colours none.

Becoming monochromatic memories.

All colours lost to thee.

Black and white realities of days of futures past and promises of life’s last lust.

Imprisoned within the black Darkness lay our sorrows, our trespasses, our regrets so many, our tears shed true, our daily strifes, our lies told true, our memories best forgotten, our hurts, too.

Obscured beneath the Darkness bright.

Lost in day, forgotten in night.

Some stay hidden, in plain sight. 

Blind we be, from white on white.

The brilliancy of life lived right.

There, in the warmth of pristine white, lay our laughter’s, our joys, our fondest of dreams, our strongest of orgasms, our greatest delights, our happiest of times, our dreams come true, our memories of those and of them and, of course, of you.

And I will gaze me still, towards the Heavens.

As I always have, and so I shall.

For matters not how fierce formed, the Darkness, nor the storms of Life.

For rise you high, as your soul may might.

Dance you will, in Glory’s Light.

Remember this, true it be, no matter the storm, you may clearly see ……….

It is always sunny and bright above the storm.

Let not Darkness be your norm.

The Heavens brightly shine on thee.

And Darkness falls far,

below,

never upon thee.

All that is good,

clarifying,

to be.

Wishing only to dance, 

amidst Celestial White Light.

Simply knowing, life is simply as complicated as simple may be.

Yet ….

Still ….

Black and white.

You surely see?