The Naked Truth is a incredible collection of poetry based on life's repeating fundamental experiences: fear, heartache, pain, pleasure, happiness and love. It is formed on the unique perspective of a failing relationship. But not just any relationship - a marriage: The deepest, most spiritually important relationship that anyone human being can ever form. Come join him as Jules Ferguson stands here naked and tells us the truth from his perspective about this journey. Experience this once in a lifetime journey from underdog to overachiever, which will leave you simultaneously in awe and inspired to, "Be the person that you are capable of being, by becoming who you are capable of being today! -Jules Ferguson

The Naked Truth

My Life In The Form Of PoetryBy Jules Ferguson

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Copyright © 2010 Jules Ferguson
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ISBN: 978-1-4520-5019-5

Contents

Preface.....................................................................viiSimplicity..................................................................1To be or Not to be..........................................................3The Convolution Within......................................................5The Alien Within............................................................9Change......................................................................13The Call to Arms............................................................15From Me to You and From You to Me...........................................17I live to love, and you are the one I love..................................21The Family Mirror...........................................................25Pastor Says as Pastor Does..................................................29My Life in a Nutshell.......................................................31Unselfishly Selfish.........................................................33External Deceit in Internal Ways............................................35Quick Let's Make Haste!.....................................................39The Marriage of Two Souls...................................................43Your Soul is My Soul and My Soul is Your Soul...............................45First I say you - Then you say me...........................................49A case of the me............................................................53The hear and the now........................................................55Banshee of Love.............................................................59So much power, So little time...............................................63Unfailing Love..............................................................67The Pain of My Faith........................................................71Thalia......................................................................75This World is not big enough for the Both of Us.............................77Alice.......................................................................81A taste of sweet sorrow at 1422 Street......................................85Home........................................................................87The hazy figure of a stranger named Alma Noemi Ferguson.....................91My Life-One day at a Time...................................................95Afterword...................................................................97

Chapter One

Simplicity Simplicity is a whole number the universe yearns to multiply. It is a seraphic melody the galaxies play to all with ears. In a capacious room erudites of life patiently compose simple lyrics; though the blind, disabled, and oppressed know this symphony all too well. Common sense is simplicity's best friend - although not so common - his associate is selflessness and since all our actions involve ourselves, we find it hard to be truly selfless. To be or Not to be Questions of reality leave us pondering in what seems like frozen time. Shakespeare once left us with a question for eternal thought, "To be or not to be that is the question? Is it better to have loved and lost or not to have loved at all?" That to me, my dear friend, is not the question for eternal thought that we should triumph before our eternal passing. Instead the query ought to be "to think or not to think", that is a better question. Is it better to have the burden of talent and not know how to use it or where it fits in, in this world; or is it better to be average and be glad to fit in wherever you do? The Convolution Within The incremental stress of life can create a pulse of unorthodox movements. One will find that their life's many travels and experiences have become a blur, If they ever become motivated to retrace their thoughts; This epiphany comes during the difficult task of trying to reassemble those thoughts It is then and only then that it hits them that their life has become quite convoluted. Somewhere along the path of life simple matters become overly complex and overly complex matters become impenetrable. But why? Why what? Why can't life just be simple? So many people have lived and died trying to solve this question -or have died living a normal life. Each person has left unique blueprints behind for innovations that have thrusted mankind forward into new eras. Yet none have left a book of life; of simple ways, simple rules, or simple philosophies to follow -to make this legendary, enduring, sarcastic, journey ... simple? Even the book of life in each religion is not simple. Each book conducts its message through metaphors Metaphors that must be broken down Just so it can become applicable to your life. Why? Maybe the answer to the question is not why -instead, how? Maybe it's not how -but what? Maybe it's just meant to be confusing. Or maybe its architecture is a game composited as a greasy funnel that once touched, begins -and once begun, must be played. And then you look around and realize There is no one else around And you are the game that is being played. The Alien Within Polluted voices in life have a staggering effect on clarity. Sincere gestures, once thought to be the highway to Heaven, are now being scalped at the front gate, it appears you can buy anyone's loyalty these days and for that matter their happiness too. Where is mankind in our continuous stream of evolution? We are traveling backwards. As time unfolds we unveil our true essence. Each passing day, each passing hour, and each passing minute, we display what's underneath our skin. Our attributes become more and more foreign; more and more unrecognizable of human composition. It is so extreme that when we look in the mirror at our past, we behold the sight of an alien. Lie to me. Lie to me. Now tell me it hasn't happened to you. Our intentions, our hopes, our desires ... we are not who we thought we were -we are not who we thought we would be ... Our hearts all pump mutated blood from our ancestors. The further back you search the more pure we were as a people: as a whole. We were better then. Today we've settled. In one shape, way, form or fashion we have become an ideal. The mission is to capture what it is to be human again and become alive. To live. Oh to live -one breath of fresh air in this pollution of smog. Then Lord Jesus you can take me away. But until then keep me here choking on this pseudo-oxygen as long as I understand that: Just because I am born in this world doesn't mean that I am of this world nor does it mean that I am human. Change The arrival of fear is a momentous occasion although most prefer not to see it as such. The prelude of upcoming events somewhat unravel the human experience. As suspense thickens and the heart pounds, ungratuitous events unfold new foundations of belief. Then the moment happens and change delights us with a cameo appearance - albeit with good or bad intentions. Its arrival can mean only one thing:...