FAces

                                                                  Faces

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                                                                                                       By: Keith H. Seymour

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We all wear faces, several different faces.

We wear them...Concurrently and at different times.

We all wear faces, different faces.

Not masks, for masks hide what is really there.

Whereas, our various faces

actually exhibited what is truly not seen by ourselves...or others.

Not roles...not parts we play in our lives....but faces of the whole

faces that fill....and sometimes create

voids.

We all wear faces, many different faces

that shows sides, parts, each portion of our entire being.

These faces are both good and bad.

Sometimes we recognize them...sometimes not.

Sometimes remembered... by others, sometimes forgot.

We all wear faces. Yes! We all wear several different faces.

Just because we do not recognize them when present, does not mean they are not there.

Just because others do not see them does not mean for us they truly don't care.

We all wear faces. Yes, we all wear faces.

Some discovered, some still hidden.

I have them, and so do you.

We find out about them, when we least expect to.

These faces are never false, and though they sometimes exhibit our faults, t

hey are still “apparently” true.

The problem of mere mortals finding out we have so many faces,

is are often surprised as discovering how, when, where, and why they show up/

oftentimes causing us to question who were are, and why we're here.

Yes, we all wear many faces, that whether we know it or not,

are always with us. They are always there..

QUESTIONS

QUESTIONS

BY: Keith H. Seymour

Is it easier....to let the living go

After

they have abandoned...you

Or

they dead...whom you have loved

but

never had to chance to, or were prevented from saying goodbye?

Is it easier to accept the differences of others

who are different....even... if they never accept you?

Or

to deny....a known truth....to be accepted

by

a large group of people...who insist

the specific truth must be buried

for the world to be comforted....even if it is comforted with a lie?

I have felt alone... in a room full of people,

that claim to love and respect me.

Even though they do not understand me...and have never really tried.

I have felt alone... when nobody else was around to comfort me.

Yet, I have never figured out

which feeling of loneliness is worse

or

even if they are equal.

If God intended for mortals to know the answer to various questions,

why are some questions not answered when sought?

Will people ever know the answers to these unanswered questions?

If so, when? If not, why not?

It is all so...questionable!

Sighting...the Truth

Sighting...the Truth

BY: Keith H. Seymour

If we were blind...and touched

the other's

hands, eyes, face, or any other part....of our physical being,.

how would we know... the hue, shade or color

of the other's skin?

Unless....

somehow... verbally.... revealed.

It is therefore, not what we see with the eyes placed within in head

that matters,

but the eyes from within... and that express our true selves.

The eyes placed within our hearts...our souls.

I do not know....whether or not there would be

less

fear, hate, prejudice, or war

if the world population suddenly lost the ability of physical sight

or even

If God in his wisdom, had never endowed mortals with this gift.

Therefore, forcing mortals to use the eyes from within.

I only know

that true blindness....comes not from loss of physical sight

but.

The inability...or refusal

to see others and ourselves...using the eyes placed within

our hearts and souls

Ethnically Insulting....Ethnically Incorrect

Ethnically Insulting....Ethnically Incorrect

BY: Keith H. Seymour

There are those who say:

“Don't use the “N Word,” and dis-respect my race!”

Which causes myself

and others to wonder:

Why so many others do it as a pleasantry

to their fellow ethnic's face.

The Italians, Latinos, Polish and Mexicans do not

derogatate.... themselves

by saying thing like:

You're a really cool Dago, Dude. It's good to see you my fellow... WOP.

This is Paul my Pollock Pal.

Hey! How's my favorite fellow Spick?

Also, unless you want a fight,

you better have proof

that someone whose ancestry is of the Emerald Isle,

is a drunken wife beater-

before calling him an... “Irish Mick.”

So someone, please explain to me!

Cause, I just can;t figure.

How descendents of people who fought for their dignity,

do not see anything wrong

with greetings such as:

“Hey buddy! How's my favorite Nigga'?

Neither African-American's or in general,

society,

will ever be free of

psychological slavery,

until we rid ourselves/... and others of such

ignorant mentality.

So, whatever, comedians, rap artist, and pop cultures does,

you make the final choice.

After all, they don't speak for you.

They don't use... YOUR voice.

CHOOSING TO LIVE IN A WORLD THAT...

CHOOSING TO LIVE IN A WORLD THAT...

BY: Keith H. Seymour

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I once heard a song...

from

what is now known

as the ...“Baby Boom Era.”.

The song's refrain,

“I won't live in a world without love”

is oh still so clear to me!

So, I now wonder,

has that... same generation,

once known for proselytizing

this ideal of the world,

now exchanged

the values of love, understanding, and compassion

with those of

status, established power, and wealth?

I recently had a conversation with a longtime acquaintance.

An esteemed and prosperous old Black man,

A product of that era, and once known

to espouse...and live

the ideals of that song's refrain.

As we spoke of tragic events occurring throughout the world,

he suddenly

sincerely proclaimed:

“Those people in the ninth ward of Louisiana,

those killed by Tsunamis, and those in poor wretched people in Haiti,

are all poor, desperate and lazy.

God gave them land to be productive and free!

It is because they aren't, they are are

, now

experiencing  God's wrath.

So, what has occurred, is as it must be.

Still, I will lend my aid to better their cause

because next year

it is a tax write off

for me.”

I replied to his words abruptly, with an overtly offending glare

True, people need to pull themselves up by their bootstraps.

But what if they have no boots to wear?

Sure, if you teach a man to fish, he will eat for a lifetime,

but what if the source of that fish is poisoned,

and eating it

will not help sustain life, but rather...kill?

Then sir, I maintain that your proclamation

goes against...  GOD'S will.

Yes. I know, no true earthly Utopia will ever exist.

Yet, shouldn't we still strive to maintain ...a world in which

someone with an extra pair, will selflessly provide

the boots and the straps

to pull up and wear, and where people acknowledge

that poisoned fish is useless as food?.

No! I refuse to live in a world without love.

So the fact that I choose to remain...well it must mean

That somewhere in this world there still must be

others working to emphasize the greatest gifts

of

Faith, Hope, and Charity,

Fear of Membership in an Existing...but Forgotten Generation

Fear of Membership in a

n Existing...but Forgotten Generation
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BY: Keith H. Seymour
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I was looking into the faces...wonderful and cheerful,
yet, somehow...sad, lonely, and forgotten, although remembered faces.
They are the faces of cognizant, intelligent, once...and even still productive faces,
that belong to bodies...no people living....no existing in an assisted living facility.

They are widowed, spinster,and bachelor
parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles.
People now single due to lost loves whose pictures...are all they possess,
who left them and never returned, or who never found that someone
who is supposed to be ...for everyone.
Still, they are alone...existing with others who may leave them... naturally

The children they loved, the adults they produced,
the existing...no living
friends, co-workers, and families who once expressed
the importance of how valuable these people were to them,
never visit, write, call, or communicate.
Even though they may live near by, of fly across the country
and even... the world for business... or some
luxury vacation.
These people now exist in some assisted living facility.
Therefore by people they once loved and still do
are no longer...a necessity.

I am.... outraged, saddened by this ingratitude...this lack of compassion.
Not only for them...but for me!
I fear... that when I look into the their faces
I may just see my future as a member
of a future existing.... but forgotten generation of people
that will possibly include...me.

Why I Cried...On Mother's Day

WHY I CRIED....ON MOTHERS'S DAY
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BY: Keith H. Seymour

I went to a Sunday Mass.
It was on Mother's Day.
Afterward, the priest said a special prayer,
and then he sang
a special Mother's Day song
from his native Nigeria.
Part of it in English,
part of it in his native tongue.
While all of this was happening,
I cried.

You see, the mother sitting next to me,
was not you, but merely
a dear family friend,
who was “almost” like a mother
to me... before and after you left.
Still, she was not you.
So, I cried.

I was told
you had been in a better place
these past two years.
“She's with the Holy Mother.”
So, I cried.

It would be just like you
to
discuss my sins...over tea
with the Mother of Christ.
I can almost here you
then pleading
with her omnipotent son.
“God, help him, since I am no longer able!”
So, I cried.


Well intentioned... Christians
told me...the tears I shed for your absence
were selfish, and against God's will.

Well, why shouldn't I cry?
If my tears are act of selfishness,
why shouldn't I be... selfish?
Who is God to tell me how to feel?
What does the omnipotent and omnipresent one know
of such grief?
HE died before HIS Mother,
and it was her who cried not HE!
And although mortal, HIS MOTHER
did not die. She was.....
ASSUMED
Swept up within a whirlwind of the Holy Spirit.
She bore a glorious glow upon her face,
A crown of twelve stars about her head,
and the moon at her feet. According to God's will.

My mother however,
had a face that bore a shade similar to your grey hair.
you left... one man at your head, the other at your feet.
They took you to... a man made oven
where
your earthly body would be de
and turned into...spiritual ashes and dust
According to... your will.
What right does God have
to give HIS Mother
such a glorious exit,
and mine...a lesser one?

Is it because HE IS GOD?
If so, please tell HIM
I think HE is selfish!
For such blasphemous anger,
I truly cry,

Still, I cannot help how I feel!
For... the immortal Jesus has HIS Holy Mary,
not only on Mother's Day, but every day.
Those are the very days
that the absence of my mother-my blessed Patricia
I as a mere mortal man
must constantly deal.