True Reflections

(Hypocrites;)

Are people who blame others, 

for what they see in themselves 

Are cowards, for not admitting to themselves--

of their own faults. But have the audacity 

to pass judgement on others. 

Are two sides of the same coin 

One being the ugly truth 

the other, a false pretense of "justice" 

So tell me, you hypocrite

How do you see your actions 

are the undoing and of your demise

which you, yourself cannot stand. 

Oh, what a mockery, an irony 

of dark humour.  

What do you see in the mirror

in which you pass by? 

Or can you turn your head in shame? 

As both of us know. Between you and me 

I can stand to see, my own true reflection. 

Unlike you, I regret to say the same.

The Mysterious Man

The Wanderer. 

Oh my, here comes the mysterious man

Who comes and goes, he has no land

Hush, children--gather indoors

For here comes the Wanderer 

The seer of many tales, the bard of songs

He always goes, never stays long

Do not touch him, or you will contract

the strange disease, the "Wanderer Pact" 

Forever wandering, sometimes lost and alone

Heaven forbid should his feet turn to stone

For, forever he wanders

passing to and fro

For fear the knowledge--of the Wanderer

By Nicholas Roerich (1933)