Does what you see on the outside, through the lens of your own heart; enough to figure me out? Are my actions distinct, noticeable? Or only notable, through telltale signs? May my heart truly paint the picture, tell a true love story. May it be more than just a noted tale, but the sign; of a heart forever changed? Perhaps like others, you feel the need to put my heart in a box; then label it… fragile, too easy to break. So many have tried to figure me out, analyze my heart. Yes, to know me requires a bit more Action, on your part. The human brain is complex, and I am a very complexed individual. A man made, not a made man; by anyone else’s standards. I try to not let my heart, be just another G.I. (Good Individual). Just another Joe, just another action figure; with a plastic smile. We sometimes have to fight wars, but I never rely on my own strength; to win each battle!
Here‘s the fun side, and you all know this; “everybody likes Kung fu fighting.” Well, when I say everybody; I mean me, myself, and I do. Bruce… Lee… was… the… best, always… lots… of… action; the kicks were fast as lightning. Even though there was a pause… between the words, and the lips moving; the Action was on point, ha. How about that Buzz Lightyear, always going… beyond; a true action figure. That’s right, I’m an Action guy. Okay, I admit, at times; there’s drama being played… out in my house. Yeah, I’m not ashamed to say; I’ve watched my share of the proverbial; “chick flick.” But the strangest thing, at times I’ve had to turn away; “whenever something got in my eye.” As a man, it’s not always easy; to understand the true mysteries of the heart. But that will never stop this man of Action, from trying to get to the heart; of what truly matters. I am not on a quest, to find a lost relic. This is about a chase after, that which is truly forever. To discover, I have to Ask, have to Seek; Knock… down every vain imagination. To discover the truth, about who I truly am? What I have found, a treasure. A precious love, near and dear to my heart!
Sometimes, the O.C.D wants to jump in, with one intention. To mix it up, with the more responsible side of my heart. Leaving the heart desperate, trying to figure out; is it Me, Myself, or I… don’t know? One thing my heart does know, the culprit; however unlikely the suspect, must be the cause… Sherlock. They say Actions, sometimes speak louder than words; but please don’t get it twisted. Seeing what you think you see, that will still never be enough; to figure out this peculiar soul. A man trying to love absolute. So riddle me this; “what therefore is absolute? If the love within, is not based on the absolute truth?” I tell you, if the absolute truth is not part of each Action; then the act itself, therefore becomes meaningless. So let me be absolutely clear, so my words are not lost in the translation; from heart to mouth. This day, and every single day thereafter. I freely give love, and try to do so; wholeheartedly.
All my life, I’ve tried to be good. Held my tongue, so God’s love could hold my heart… close. Go figure, this once silent river. Has been chosen, a heart called… into Action; for such a time as this. My heart has seen a lot, but some things; my heart can no longer ignore. Others can question my Actions, have an issue wIth my faulty heart; but no one will be able, to judge my soul. Buy my silence, steal my voice. My words will never be a beat down, just a how to… build up. I may not be able to leap tall buildings, but my faith; can ever be bound. By a two-sided label, or put into a cute little box. Action, is not just about being a hero; but how to be a true Action Figure. With a heart made to be authentic, not molded by an ever changing standard. Solidified, within a plastic facade!