Just like the rose,,,

Uh-oh! Looks like you get two poems today! Here's the result of something... I'm not really sure what. But I think it had to do with American Born Chinese. Anyway. Enjoy:

Just like the rose,
Absurdity
In new forms
Is all the same;
People don't change...
The meaning of a word,
But other words do.
Not left and right
Nor up and down,
But up and left
Or right and down.
You can throw many things
At a target
But without practice,
You'll miss all the same.
We'd rather you learn from
Other's mistakes. 

Save the need for comfort
Til the day your world ends.
It becomes more effective with the
break
And the
bend.

Til We Have Faces

There is no title for this poem, so I'll just name the post after the C. S. Lewis book during the reading of which I wrote it.

I like watching the people move about.
I like watching their feet walk around,
Weaving like little threads being sewn,
They don't know. 

Clenched fists and tightened jaws,
Loose laughter and shining smiles--
The ends that come from the means
Are as I, unseen.

And, for fun, here are some of my favorite quotes from Til We Have Faces:

"Another bore nearly all the anguish."

"Did we really do these things to her?" I asked.
"Yes. All here's true."
"And we said we loved her."

"...a gnawing greed for one to whom I could give nothing, of whom I craved all."

"She won without effort what utmost effort would not win for me."

"Who am I to give the Blessed One the lie?"