We all know?
But do you?
What is the real truth?
Who is the source?
What is the motive?
Bias vs Objective
Politics is tricky
But journalists
Are objective
Judges
Are objective
Police are objective
At least that is
What I thought
Are you?
Are they?
Have we lost
the ability
To be objective?
Only when you
Make that choice.
-Jennie Nawrocki
Illusions say to us what we want them to say
Dreams say what we want the future to be
Reality says to us things we don’t always want to hear
I say thoughts that aren’t always about you
I stay up worrying about everything and nothing
It is about where do I fit?
What am I to you?
Why?
Always the same questions?
This time I don’t know what to expect
We weren’t what we were yesterday
We are not what we are today
What will we be tomorrow?
If I believe I am crazy, if I don’t believe I am crazy
I don’t want to be a hollow shell of myself,
I don’t like being lost in my mind, lonely
I want to be real, present, with you
Today, tomorrow and forever after.
Is that an illusion, dream or reality?
-Jennie Nawrocki
In slumber their vibrance
joins yesterday, today and tomorrow.
As awake, plans full of imaginations filled with
romance, wealth, prosperity, happiness
pipe dreams, they are all pipe dreams
only to shatter in the bitter cold.
In there somewhere a drop
without greed, selfishness, falsehoods
based on strength and true substance
changes the flow down the pipe
concentrating one drop at a time
warming the surrounding environment to
becoming comfy, cozy, content.
Soon the long hollow shaft smoothly guides
no longer frozen and jaded
willing to allow a more pure filtered sustenance.
These resulting dreams no longer
rot with bubbles of impossibility
but are refined out of reality
flexible enough to satisfy all.
-Jennie Nawrocki
the fantasy of love is
rainbows wrapped in cotton candy
finding magical unicorns
romance in moonbeams
a dozen red roses ten times over
knights in shiny armor
buggy rides through the city lights
running amongst wildflowers
strolls to the beach
your dreamy happy ending
all are fireworks to explode
uncovering the realities of love is
picking up laundry soap after a long day
listening to the same story over and over again
being with someone when they don’t want to talk
cooking a dish you despise because they like it
playing cards with someone who isn’t in for the win
making a person laugh that is angry, sad, or happy
knowing when to let go
painting a wall again because it was a shade off
waiting at the DMV together
sews together the hidden truth of relationships
-Jennie Nawrocki
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