Saturday, June 26, 2010
as I'm sure you know
is a document
and a soul whisperer
pages of places
pictures of faces
i am a God's creature
American or African
colored or white
I am the dark and the bright
I am you and them
I am all roots and stem
why am i here? you asked
a messenger of happiness
recruited with madness
I whistle your dreams
in a tune of my schemes
I make faces to make you laugh
and i create places to reach your soul
I touch your heart with an autograph
and i listen to your lonesome midnight call
I am all around the world in a suitcase
carved with memories i can't erase
looking for my own real face
that is masked beneath my roles
I see myself on camera rolls
and in your eyes i seek my purchase
you want my passport
to let me in?
I don't need yours to welcome you within
my heart is a world of its own
where everyone is there hidden and shown
you need some papers for legalization?
I only need your smile of admiration
you think i can hurt you?
when all you know is my name?
I never doubted you
and i never even knew your name
but i felt your love in me
so i let you in with no legitimacy
we are all within goodness
if we could only believe
papers we only create
to give our hearts more reason to stay apart.
A passport is a document that one shows to government officials whenever one reaches a border between countries, so the officials can learn who you are, where you were born, and how you look when photographed unflatteringly. ~Lemony Snicket
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