The Door a Poem by Me 4-11-2012

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4-11-2012

The door

A poem by Michael Jeffrey Slebodnick

The Door

Serves a purpose

It is used

To control

Whom gets in

And whom gets out

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It is used

To cordon off people

From one another

To create a separation

A distance

Some privacy

Or some security

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A door

When opened

Can be an opportunity

Of a lifetime

Or the end

Of one life

And the beginning


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Of what lies beyond

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Few ever know

Whats on the other side

Of door number 1, 2, or 3

Perhaps its a Narc

Or half a kilo

Or maybe

Youre just bitchin

Like some line

From classic Cheech and Chong

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A door once opened

Can make education happen

It can lead to learning

It can make life better

Than it ever was before

Or would be in the future

If you simply walked past

And bothered not

To venture within

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Some doors can be deadly

Like opening a door

To a shower


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Expecting to get deloused

And instead

Getting gassed to death

Just because of your race

Or disability or beliefs

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Some doors

Once opened

Seem never to be closable

Even when you want to

Like some forbidden fruit

That once one discovers the power

Others desire such too

And before you know it

You end up

With a Pandoras Box

Of a world full of nuclear weapons

All of which could foretell impending doom

To potentially millions or billions

Incinerated in minutes

One wonders if perhaps

Some doors

Should never have been opened

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There are doors of amazement


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Of discovery

Like boots on the moon

And rovers on mars

Satellites around Saturn

And voyages to the stars

All searching to answer questions

Why are we here

Are we unique

Is there life elsewhere

Is there a plan

And does anyone else even care

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Some doors open

Only to reveal

A maze and fun house of mirrors

That distort reality

And make you question

The very things

One sees

Hears

Or feels

Like those whom frequent carnivals

Or those

Whom used to be called

Prophets


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Whom psychologists now call

Insane

Psychotic

Or schizophrenic

Some even have visions

Induced by drugs

Like LSD

And coke

Making the door to what the brain can do

Even more strange

But to those whom open such doors

Once opened

One never really looks at the world outside of such doors

The same ever again

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Some doors unlock hidden treasure

Like some underground dungeon

Where if you slay the dragon

And turn the undead

You win experience

And pick up new skills

The upgrades make you wiser, stronger, better, faster.. and yet

Was any of it ever real at all?

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Some doors lead to places


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So dark and awful

Nightmares are made of them

And no one should live

Or ever open the doors

That lead to abuse

Intolerance

Racism

Bigotry

Discrimination

Inequality

False superiority

And a fake belief that any killing is ever justified

And that only murder is murder

When in fact

All killing

Is nothing but murder

No matter

In whose name its done

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Some doors

Once opened

Trap you within

Not letting you out

Until some deed

Or some fact is told or uncovered


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Or some ransom paid

Or someone laid

Or someone slain

People whom open such doors

Should always have a plan b

In case one needs to ever escape

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Some doors

Open to parenthood

Which if done right

After marriage

Between a man and a woman

Whom love each other

And not for money

Make life great

Worth living

And all the Kodak moments

You live and witness

Can never be replaced

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Some doors

Remain closed

These are doors

You passed by

Did not open


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Did not dare

Of these

I have but one thing to say

Every door unopened

Was a mystery you will never know

And once passed upon

May never come your way again

Be it nightmare or fantasy, ecstasy or disaster, one will never know anything

And all will be poorer

For keeping the door closed

Ends up in the end

Being the answer

That leads but to

Stagnation

And early death

For a life lived

Without daring to explore

To open new doors

Was really

Or not

A life lived at all?

The answer I guess

Depends on what you choose

To open the door

To what this world has to offer


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Every hungry person whomever dies

Every home foreclosed

Every vehicle repossessed

Every mcmansion ever built

While people live in tents and on the streets

Or in shanty towns

While you simply walked

Out the door

Not caring

To inquire

As to what life was like

For those

On the other side

Of poverty or economic wealth

War or peace

Hate or love

Racism of diversity

And so on

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Choose your doors wisely

And you will have a life well lived

But most of all

When a door opens

To get married

To the kind of woman you love


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With whom you can start your own family with

And she loves you

As much as you do her

Dont ever let that door shut

As it did on me

When she

Said no

To my proposal

And ever since

No one like her

Has done nothing

But kept her doors closed

And so I sit here

Writing this sonnet

A life nearly 18 years

With nothing but closed doors

From those I wanted entry to the most

The ones I wanted

A lifelong key to

Now,

The only door I seek

Is the final one

To be gone

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The Door a Poem by Me 4-11-2012