Three Wise Monkeys

A. k. a. F. A. D. Series III:  Shogun © 2013

Written by Glen Yumang Manese

A. k. a. (F. A. D.) Filipino American Dream

 

Three Wise Monkeys © 2013

 

Are you just a memory?

Are you just a figment of my imagination?

Are you just a dream?

Let me hear you scream out-loud.

Don’t hide behind a crowd.

Stand up and be proud.

Let them feel all your pain.

There is a lot more of life to gain.

 

Don’t go insane figuring out the questions.

Intention goes with the facts not the opinions.

Exemplification doesn’t keep them all bottled-up inside.

Besides there is a door you haven’t opened yet; leads to the outside.

Coincide a world that does not regret; leave behind all the past issues.

Few discover why you’re still here to continue.

Subdue a storm is like an unknown fear.

Near, far let them fall like the rain.

Detain let them hit the ground like a stain.

Refrain time is just a fleeting memory not some figment of your imagination.

Inspiration likewise, a dream is constant and takes you.

True colors of life whether past or present comes full circle to pursue.

Ensue to remember, you’re on cue.

You are a suave song to the others.

Murmur a mimic melody comes together.

Forever cast away a stormy weather.

There is logic why the sun does not come out for nothing.

Something must fill-in the memories take away the darkness.

Witness your virtue see for yourself.

Unwell a dusty old book sits on a shelf.

Compel the vastness called an open gift.

Swift, run with the wind.

Lift your feet and be a fighter.

Conquer everything now is the time to release even more your imagination.

Realization is not a fairy tale of some wanted dream; reach out and find the destination.

Contradiction to the connotation, a memory, an imagination, or a dream is all the same category.

 

Are you just a memory?

Are you just a figment of my imagination?

Are you just a dream?

Let me hear you scream out-loud.

Don’t hide behind a crowd.

Stand up and be proud.

Let them feel all your pain.

There is a lot more of life to gain.

 

Let’s go back to the memories.

Verbatim, psychology or fields of philosophy, memory: to store, recall and retain.

Folklore is way back to 1981.

That was one dam cold day in Chicago, Illinois.

I’m all caught up in turmoil.

See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil and do no evil.

Three wise monkeys hold a key.

Here comes the fourth monkey.

I’m crossing my arms.

Disarm to the reality of all things possible.

Mission impossible is about to occur.

Recall a memory of life concurs.

I’m six years old to see nothing, hear nothing familiar.

Speak not an ounce, but still crossing my arms.

Regain my composure to retain this is anew.

Let go of the memories to continue.

Time to cross-over is the other-side and finds my destiny.

Step up to the plate and tell my life stories.

 

Are you just a memory?

Are you just a figment of my imagination?

Are you just a dream?

Let me hear you scream out-loud.

Don’t hide behind a crowd.

Stand up and be proud.

Let them feel all your pain.

There is a lot more of life to gain.

 

Imagination:

Mental image neither perceived nor present as real.

I’m not some surreal voodoo dolls, oral traditions, cultural or rituals of the imagination.

Some figment of your fantasy or just is an imagination.

I bleed when you cut me.

I hunger for 3 square meals to be.

I thirst of water.

Don’t relieve me of my charter.

Let me celebrate a carnival.

Born is an alien and outcast like an X-Men marvel.

Time after time just keeps ticking away the clock.

Don’t shut me out with a click of the lock.

Throw away the key like I’m some fleeting memory.

Contrary to the fact; this is a mind war, except we are exactly the same.

Comes back to haunt you.

Find that we have to come with terms and be true.

I’m just here to vindicate.

Allocate the reason with a rhyme.

I’m an herb of thyme.

I’m not leaving like a dreary nightmare.

 

Are you just a memory?

Are you just a figment of my imagination?

Are you just a dream?

Let me hear you scream out-loud.

Don’t hide behind a crowd.

Stand up and be proud.

Let them feel all your pain.

There is a lot more of life to gain.

 

Now, comes the meaning of dream:

A succession of images, thoughts or emotions passes during sleep.

All comes together like a puzzle reclaiming an adventure.

A vivid screen is in motion picture.

I can see all the actors.

A narrator controls the scene.

What is unseen becomes seen to life.

What was unheard is heard.

What is unspoken becomes spoken.

I’m no longer crossing my arms.

Doing what I’m supposed to do with a four leaf cover charm.

No longer is a memory.

A figment of the imagination, or is a dream.

No longer is an allegory.

I’m screaming out loud.

Standing up and being proud.

 

Are you just a memory?

Are you just a figment of my imagination?

Are you just a dream?

Let me hear you scream out-loud.

Don’t hide behind a crowd.

Stand up and be proud.

Let them feel all your pain.

There is a lot more of life to gain.