they say actions speak louder than innuendos
so true and when you speak in riddles
know that your subtleties are lost on me
i'm left not knowing how to feel
so if my responses seem anything but direct
i admit that it is absolutely so
i'm often in a quandry and have no words to say
AP: 3rd place 2025
I wonder where
Taxed money goes
No project gain.
Raise budget year
No hope where sent
People's face fret.
Paint dismal day
Hard to abroad
But force to be.
Where leaders went
Sheet Bi-cam failed
Blank signs was filled.
transparency
egg white runs down clear glass bowl....
dew 'pon daylilies
thousand star-lit sun
tries to light up the lobby ---
wooden doors, windows...
William Soutar 'TRANSPARENCY '
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The black and orange dust
comes off on my fingers
revealing the fragile mesh
so easily crushed
therefore brave
I was troubled
the color was so loose
so removable to my hand
but even more at the
transparency beneath
Oh, don't go catching butterflies
until you are prepared to see
the underpinning delicate and clear
where there is courage
destructibility and fear
Your transparency is like black paint
Shrouded in silence and deceit
Hiding in shadows of your own making
But I see through your dark retreat
You cannot fool me with your lies
Nor blind me with your fake allure
Your transparency is like black paint
But I have the solvent of truth
I never want to keep from you
What dwells within my heart—
To never hide my thoughts from you,
And leave you in the dark
I should have never spared your eyes
The anguish felt within my soul,
For fear the pain would be too much,
And break the heart that once was whole
I want to be transparent now,
And open doors that I had closed,
So I can share my joy and pain—
My happiness and all my woes.
If you are looking for transparency
Here , here
Unfortunately no sole survivor remains
alive today able to show us how it's made
Sadly they took both the secret recipe
and ingredients with them to the grave
Now do you see
That's why in particular when it comes
to transparency
Sundays are best left for silent
contemplation
For some with a good book
Be those pages packed from index
to the end with fact or fiction
Whilst other's folk prefer the company
of a magazine with glossy pictures in
As they can't but help overthink the complex
Time to remember things go two ways,
reciprocate what I do or stay away;
Always the one that you call on last;
Never off the edge of your oblivion;
Second always to your shiny new toys;
Picking the dead flowers in your garden;
Already feeling anger bubbling over
reacting to you so I hope you listen;
Easy to miss when you’re consistent;
Never stopped to notice diamond moments,
casting them aside taking them for granted;
Yes I’m done now you never saw me.
Each of us is unique and has our own STORY.
I was never meant to be you, nor you to be ME.
Sometimes, the real you and me is what we want
Least for others to SEE. Being one's self is the closest
pathway to being FREE. But it's as if we are protecting
Ourselves from a stinging BEE. It's as if someone at the
Proper time forgot to give us the KEY; that key designed
To unlock the inner workings of our hearts and MENTALITY.
One would think it to be one of the hallmarks of CHRISTIANITY.
If that is the case, we must work harder in the pursuit of TRANPARENCY.
Perhaps time and maturity will show us the roadway to our DESTINY.
Perhaps our journey will UNFOLD the SCROLL before we become HISTORY.
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I might not be the me which you always see
Always wandered why I have been so different to the world
Got all of my acting skills from there
And now, I am talented and full of skills
Been through many hills
But i guess by the time i was going through the valley
I was just too good at what i was doing
Now I question myself
What if the world knew the real me
But that would have happened
Only if the walls were transparent
But I guess that being the glass
Wasn't that hard
But if I became it in front of the world
I might have climbed high
And fallen into the crater of the volcano
Would have climbed a volcano, thinking it was a mountain
But sometimes, there is something in between the wall and the glass
And I feel like I can be that in front of a few
I can be translucent
But at the end
They are also part of this world
The only thing I hate more than unintelligence
Is a bold-faced liar that thinks they blend amongst friends
Using weakenesses as weapons falsely condescending contention
Crashing house of cards paper tiger denys a correction
Even knowing that they face something beyond profound
This game they play only works on what is gained and not found
So when real life hits it leaves them with a lie to undo
But I saw you even though it ceased I just can't let it be true
Nothing personal but you deny that we are both foes
In battle fought with intellect you can't deny I won't lose
And this certainty it scares you to the core you recluse
Like a coward you back out acting as if nothing ensued
But we both know your true face lacks a backbone to stand it
And that something is why I prevail locking door sealing in madness
Coping mechanism feeds demons that just hand over rope
Slithered navigating life upon fissure ridden slippery slope
Had it coming you just didn't know it came with account
Now you're seeing and believing left without not a doubt
I'm just a shadow seldom seen
A soul once again forgotten
Waiting on your beaconed path
A path decayed and nearly rotten
I stand very still as others fly by
Or am I the one stuck in slow motion
Caught in the daze of a sea of people
Flowing by in their very own ocean
When will you notice where I stand
Will you ever reach out and call
If it weren't for me stretching out my hand
Would you come looking for me at all?
Transparency
What does life means
To you
Does it means
A hard time
Or
A circle of circumstances
Does it make you live
Or
does it kill you
Take a deep breath
Look with in
Meditate with time
There is more to life
Find it
It is transparent
Transparency
What can you offer to life
Are you living
Or
just passing by
The times so empty
What is the worth
Of your existence
Does life means gratitude
To you
Or do you just waste
Your worth to vanity
The source to live is never hidden
Look deep inside yourself
If you can find it cos
Everyone is born with a soul
So let yours shine and be transparent
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