The road not traveled

The road not traveled is to be a poem written about the losses and/or gains due to choosing paths along the way.
In life we have to make all kinds of choices.
How would things be different had you chosen another road?

The Path not Travelled (Wednesday, 26 December 2012)
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As a young lad a choice was given
fearful of the grave risks now I saw
unaware, hazards path chosen
love and hope counter to set law
place self above love for what I saw
leave love now, and be fair shriven
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Chose continue on perditions way
and love one that god had made choose me
mindful of justice costs, come the day
despite all, chose to love any way
until the day, unwilling, set free
-
Despite all the risks, despite all pain
On that moment I chose to be loved
I must shamefully say, as a man
were it given, make that choice again
future could wait until by her loved
-
i shall be telling this with a sigh
in bars or out, many ages hence
two paths diverged, perdition nigh
forsaking honor, i chose love, aye
and that has made all the difference




Author's Note:
Inspired by Robert Frost's 'The Road Not Taken'

The Path I Left





I could've plugged into mainstream thinking
bought into popular opinion and stayed
miserable in the depths of compromise
lying in the bed I made
wide awake and regret filled

working on my faults
and trying to get rid of all my bad habits
delivering my constant apology for living
but never up to the expectations

honesty
sometimes means breaking promises
because truths are complex in reality
and no lie feels worse than the one we tell ourselves to buy
when we're broken

I could still be "working on things"

Instead of having nothing to fix

Travelling around the corner
Of what I had not said
All I had done and thought about
Waiting to be read

Maybe if I'd never left
I'd be in a place better
Maybe I wouldn't have to worry
And I would feel less bitter

But maybe I'm anti-social
Because I can't make
The best of current situations
The best of what's at stake

Robert Frost covered this topic in simple terms,there is littl need for further comment.

Instead

I could have been single
Instead I’m not aloud to mingle

I could have been rich
Instead of your bitch

I could have been happy
Instead feeling crappy

I could have been a tom cat
Instead I was your doormat

I could have been in love
Instead you kicked that to the kerb

I could have been your prince
Instead I make you wince

I could have been a contender
Instead I just surrendered

If I had my time again
A different path I’d take
I would not be in your playpen
Of you I’d not partake
I would not be your debtor
To self I would be true
I would be so much better
If I hadn’t chose you

in every person's
life there exists a moment
or many moments,
where different decision
could have vast consequences
.
literally fork
in the road that you are on
upon your travels
or a moral choice that was
happiness or vast sorrow
.
Robert Frost may have
captured it best in that work
but that is because
in that bright moment he had
the voice of every man

CATASTROPHE CHILD

Do you believe in truth?
Infant child, innocent child
In my stagnant world
I see you as beholder
 
Of the pure singular world
Where things are as they are meant to be
The chasms of catastrophe
 
Are shining their blades so clearly
Deprived youth of faded fatal flaws
Incestious lies that swore a silence
 
To be the keeper of secret shrines
When all else is part of the none
Nothing but the nothingness remains
 
Are there signs of weakness?
Does this face reveal emoticons?
(equal to emotions)
 
The archer, the arrow, the bow
No conscience of register
No receiver, nothing received
 
I see you as a beholder
In my stagnant world
Infant child, innocent child
Do you believe in truth?

The Road Home

When I was in my early twenties
I thought I was invincible
brilliant
an artist
a poet
a soul destined for great things
my mother kept telling me so

our psycho-pop band played
gigs after gigs while I dressed
in my gothic flapper couture
black velvet hats with veils
satin gloves and Victorian boots
blood-red lips

I thought my life
was a film
made by a genius director

then I met him
I thought he was the best
for me
for I was young
still a virgin
and he seemed to care for me
so very much

I grew pregnant with you
I didn't want children
I didn't want you
I wanted to mother
my own artistic creations

one time our band played a gig
out of town
we were forced to stay in someone's house
and though I carried you in my womb
they made me sleep on the floor

so when my boyfriend
your father
wanted the three of us to be a family
I thought to reject that offer
would be stupid

now I think back on those days
how maybe my mother hurt me
with such expectations of greatness

and though I have never been able
to believe in anything beyond
the frail world of humanity's fallibility

I have finally met my faith
my religion
which is my love for you
inexplicable
ineffable
incessant as breath

and as I now stand
at the fork in the road
and hold your picture
in my hand
the cattails point the way
for I know which road
is the pathway home

Preston, thank you so much for your contest and for hosting. I enjoyed it. Again, thank you very much.