The States Of Loneliness.
The States of Loneliness.-by-MFB III
I've discovered something
blatantly obvious in my travels
the world is overpopulated
with so many lonely people
people who have found that
their one and only is only themselves.
They pass each other daily in droves
on the freeways, the streets....
in casinos, hotels and restaurants.
They sit, eat, drink, smoke,
sleep, and live loneliness
surrounded by so many
warm hands just out of reach
and empty hearts that are
just beyond a few gentle words.
Eyes that remain downcast
while all around them
other eyes search hungrily
for what is hidden
behind each shuttered view,
pupils blocked from new quests.
They say that for every person,
there is a perfect match
that love is a fire ignited
by two single sparks
but millions of matches
have sputtered or been snuffed out
under the chill winds of insecurity
or never struck up at all,
like conversations left dangling.
The internets are full of kindling
faces and names posted only
for the comfort of companionship.
You can scroll down through
endless lists and photos
in every state of the union,
or should I say unionless states
in every country around the world.
Electronic crys for flesh and blood...
warmth and feelings.
Have we set our goals to high?
is that slightly chubby lady's
warm smile worth returning?
is that nice guy except for that bald spot,
who just gave you the once over twice
worth a second glance from you?
The world is not all Ken's and Barbies,
its much more Keening and Barbaric.
Most Ken's and Barbies have been
consumed by bronze Gods
who duplicate them in every way,
Just some other Ken's and Barbies.
Birds of fair weather flock together
and what's left are ordinary people,
regular folks, lonely souls
souls never wrinkle,
grow ugly and old,
with sagging breasts
double chins, and grey hair.
Flesh is fleeting,
both beautiful and plain,
we should perhaps focus
more on the soul of a potential mate.
Souls are eternal,
love originates there,
it too can be eternal.
if we could line up all
of the men and women
who are lonely
face to face, in a pitch black
room for one hour
and allow them to
their feeling to one another
in any way they desire...
do you think they would leave that room
caring so much about
their partners physical status.
Perhaps this could alleviate,
or eliminate most of the loneliness
in the world, but we must first
make the room for the lonely.
Love is a bridge that crosses
a huge gap of solitude between souls,
and you must meet the person
you are seeking at least halfway across
and then go in one of only three directions...
either opposite, and away from,
stand still and ignore the impulse
or come together seeking mutual paths.
There are a few who seek
a final course, and leap
from the bridge between souls
into eternal solitude.
The saddest unabridged truth
is that most of the loneliest people
in the world are those
who are already married...
two emotionally divorced mates
living in the same house
attempting to lead the same lives,
with nothing left in common.
They forsake love,
ignoring their loneliness
for the sake of a vow, religion
or the children,
and thety just go on, and on, and on...
living in loneliness
sharing two of it's
hollow golden rings.
Then there are the divorced,
who know that loneliness has a price
but marriage is far more costly.
They sit in limbo hoping for
someone better to come along,
but never quite really sure
if that is what they want.
Singles have other singles
they can gravitate to....
as well as being able
to tap into the divorced
or the married but lonely groups.
and yet they remain
most of the time
the loneliest of all.
I have been lonely
at many times in my life,,,
it is an old and dear friend
but it is also a teacher
who has encouraged me
to share in the wealth of
the many others it embraces.
if you are alone,
take a good hard look
at someone else who is alone
make an effort to extend a hand,
or your heart, or a smile,
and some kind words...
You have nothing to fear
except more empty
days and nights of silence,
and the only thing you might lose
is your loneliness.
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