TALES UPON TALES

Movies and soap operas often tell the story,
However dramatic, suspenseful, thrilling, even sorrowful.
It's all there
Of the life we all live
Of many of our dreams
Bad boy, naughty girl activities,
Closet loves that we just can't bring out
Of our Frankenstein and gentle sides
Of details, some of our glorious past
Or recent nightmares
Successes and disappointments.
For some reason, movies and soap operas reveal it all
As if they were written about us
Our lives, blown up for the world to see
To judge as is if people actually have the right
Because we're all human
No discrimination detected on the color of blood
But all too often that big hit movie
The one that has us on the edge of our seats
Really is just a replay of an actual life
Reality in color, with acting and animation
But real, all too real
Kind of like Sunday's at Church when the pastor, priest if you will
Appears to be looking at you, speaking deeper than just in your ears
Tapping on your heart, your soul, making your palms sweat, your feet itch.
Oh Lord, you're talking to me, of yes, he knows
Even in movies and soap operas, he knows
That's why, for one reason or another, we're often flopped in front of a television or big screen at a particular time
Our anticipations overflowed
Because there is a story, our story, only told by others
Just without our input, that depicts our live
Either we can deal with it or not.
Fact is everyday we live is a story within itself.