Imagine Poem by Thoughts of a Single Man

Imagine
if we were all cut from the same cloth of a gifted mind
Imagine
if we all felt the warmth of the loving flame
that made us all caring and kind
I wonder at times
what is the purpose of some the ones who come
with their crooked masks and crooked tongues
speaking word that have no value or truth
wasting the time with their worthless lines
of those who are good of heart
were these their plans from the very start
and if so why
Imagine if all wings wanted to spread and fly
perhaps some people are born to live and love
and others are born to hate and lie
the simple arithmetic of the math of destiny's diagram
as in for every woman there should be a man
but I know that for all the sweet words whispered
that echo in the winds of bliss
could not occur if evil mouths did not speak and hiss
the ying and the yang
reflections in the opposing revolving mirror
when the faces of the false are purged as they emerge
and become that much clearer
I would love to believe that people are inherently good
but I know that there are exceptions to every rule
and to trust those who slither like the lowly snake
would be the act of a fool
these are the lessons we all must learn
taught far beyond the halls and walls of school

Imagine
if love was our only tool
where there are tender touches and feathered kiss
sweet moments made between those who share hearts
where searching souls finally find their mates
and revenge is not on the menu
and served on time and time again on the cold cold plate
where there is no need for deception
and those who tempt and twist the hands of fate
now wouldn't that great
if we came to one another with honest intentions
then perhaps the mind would no longer need
the dark inventions that people create for reasons unknown
perhaps it is because they are alone
or they were raised in a hurtful home
perhaps their hearts were once broken
and a piece of them died
they wept and they cried
so now all they know is to creep and to lie
but I have seen them far too many times
to be caught in web or tangled in their net
for their trickery is no great mystery
and to me is just a repeated page in history

Imagine
meeting people that you were not destined to despise
and fated to forget
I wish that a smile could always be something pure
an image that could endure
like the laughter of a child
where bonds were made on a deeper plane
than just wet bodies warm and wild
so many come to me wanting to know me
but are not ready for the honest revelations of a decent man
just charlatans wandering in their own decadent land
I am open like a book and care not if eyes stop and look
for what purpose does it serve to keep secrets hidden
and perhaps that is why I am so forbidden to some
yes I speak of my issues of health
for if my final day comes and no one knows
or receives the love left in the poet's prose
then there would be no planted rose
left to container to blossom in its wealth
yes I have my scars and I have been singed by pain
and my tears have fallen like rain
but we all have those times bubbling within us
and we all have times when it is hard to trust
but when there are dreams still left to be dared
and shared feeling felt that are truly meant to be
that my friend may just be enough

Imagine
a world where love and honesty would be our common clay
more than just the jotted dots of another day
and like Lennon you could say I am a dreamer
for perhaps that is the will of a true poet
but as they say I know I am not the only one
so I leave the conniving display
to those who do not know any other way
and watch them fade away like forgotten memories
so I will not remember them
as I am sure they will not remember me
for there is only a place in my heart
for those who can love me tenderly
for a lie is a lie no matter what language one may choose
and if they never truly cared
any words left have no substance and no impact
and carry the weight of wasted air
but ones written from the caring soul
are bright and beautiful and bold and warm
like the hand we all seek to hold
and reach the deepest depths of the mind
for this is the essence of what gives the human spirit
it's much desired and needed lift
and could become the world's greatest of any gift

Imagine
a world where true feeling and words
are left as a foundation built with an honest base
streaming form so many dreaming places
when one can reveal their true image
and not the one created in this book of faces
where no time is wasted
with retractions of false actions of the heart
and we could easily tell all the liars apart
and there was something to be said
for the created bond of a friend
for the words whispered on the thinking wind
and for the ink that is dripped from a pen

Imagine
if there was never a need to write a piece like this again
Thoughts of a Single Man 2012 tm