Off topic: The voices

I have a lot of voices in my head
And each one of these voices love the sound of their own
They keep bickering and chattering and jabbering and nattering
Until they turn to one tone

And all of these voice, they have one goal
To suggest what they think is best for me
The only problem with this simple fact is
Each one has a different priority

And there is a great myth
The most of all fantastic of lies
That there is one voice of truth
In that grey bit behind your eyes

That if you know which voice to follow
Then life will go perfectly in all you do
You'll make the right friends, do the right job
Naturally you'll charm the love of your life too

The only issue is, I don't believe this one bit
It would be so nice if this were a fact
If it were, the choice would be so simple
Yet I believe it requires more tact

There is not one voice for good and one for evil
Because that would be a simple choice
Life is not like that, it's much more chaotic
Than to be able to follow one voice

Instead, there's many voices, who each know what's best
All want a different something
One always wants adrenaline, one wants sleep
One simply wants for nothing

Some prefer risks, others security
And near all have certainty when they speak
There's so many choices and outlooks to choose from
You could be there for many a week.

And choose you must, use that most dangerous thing
A personal decisional capacity
Don't follow just one, for you'll get closed minded
That path leads to calamity

Life is tough - there's no easy answer
The same approach is not always the right one
Be a wonderful mix of all sorts of voices
Then, you can be someone.

Colour: The man

He was the colour in peoples lives, honest, kind and no liar
He was known worldwide with pride as the sort of man who pushed you higher
Some called him the spark, because he could re-ignite the dullest embers of any flame
But now he needs a therapist, and feels naught but shame

He wanted to colour peoples lives even while feeling kinda down
See there's no jester left for you, when you're the world's clown
For although he's been known to cheer a whole entire town
His is the only smile he could never turn from a frown

Sometimes it's those with the brightest exterior
Those who shine bright, who to us seem superior
They are those who are cursed with the darkest interior
Who really do feel the most inferior.

Now his outer colour is all he has left
While his inner colour is simply grey and bereft
But he'll still do his best, to show that last inner light
To bring colour to your life while on his stage tonight.

Colour: Eyes

It's quite spectacular, that we can all be identified by our eyes alone
That different patterns and colours sit on the surface of our vision
It can be seen that we all hold different pattern, colour, and tone
Which can be distinguished by a decent optician

But not only do we have different eyes externally
A different eye-based appearance
We also all see the world different internally
We have a different ocular experience

So do you see your vision too often tinted red?
An anger at the world that faces you
Does it all occasionally get to your head
Is it sometimes tough to fight through?

Can you also, though, see with blue
Be at peace with the world entire?
It's not angry, the world has its problems too
It's up to you to lift yourself higher

I know I occasionally have more than a hint of green
I'm jealous of what others display
And don't see the work put in behind the scenes
To make up who they are today

Maybe a drop of brown to your eyes?
A gentleness to welcome a friend
Honesty and sincerity, no person of lies
Or is that brown just a lens and pretend?

But grey is what I fear, no colour is let in
To be tired of the world and all its merry little game
I want to world to expand and brighten!
Not for it to dull and seem all the same

But life is a palette, a versatile mix
And no lens sees the world the same way
Each is personal, deep and complex
So what is yours, would you say?

Colour: A world of greys

It's said that these days
Most people are greys.

Grey personalities
in sharp grey suits
Their grey formalities
Enabling grey pursuits

And those greys,
They like it this way

The greyness is comforting
Their scale blends softly
With greyness embracing
But ending up costly

See, there's a price to pay
To become a grey

The rewards are great
Security and community
Yet along with grey fate
There comes immunity

A resistant shield of grey
A barrier to display

For the comfort of a grey life
You give up a rainbow
As payment for no strife
You limit places you go

For to be grey
Is to live just one day

The greyness eternal
Is a life without risk
So a pox on those prisms of the infernal
What a glorious monochrome is this.

Colour: Turquoise

The theme for January is going to be colour, so expect a few more poems on this theme :)

What I'm about to tell you may or may not tell you a lot about me.

It could either be a pointless anecdote, or a deeper hint as to how I perceive life.

But know this, in life, the journey is often as important as the destination.

The route we chose to take in life defines us just as much as where we end up.

So, with that in mind, know that when I was younger my favourite colour was Turquoise.

It's one of those slightly odd facts about me that you might dismiss easily.

And you may be right to.

It's just a favourite colour after all.

Though remember what a favourite colour is to a 7 year old boy.

It's what they want to wear, the colour they want their towel (really),

It even can influence their football team (which to many boys is their life)

Colour can mean a lot to a person

So, why on earth was, out of all the possible colours, turquoise the one I "picked"?

It may add some context that, for a while, I wanted to be an architect just because it was the longest word I knew.

But turquoise wasn't my favourite colour because it was a difficult word to spell

It wasn't even because I originally had something turquoise I liked.

I was just glad I'd found it.

When we were shown the colours, everyone was taught primary.

(Side note, when I found out it was RGB - not RYB - in real life 

I felt far too betrayed by school for comfort)

Then, later on, we were taught about secondary colours.

Oh, it was so perfect, they fitted in so nicely after all.

But then, my brain got to wondering,

What if there were more colours between those?

So some brave teacher dug up a list

And told me 'tertiary colours' did indeed exist

Showed me the names, most of which I knew

But there was one which was entirely new

Turquoise. Half way twixt green and blue.

Instantly, it became my favourite hue.

And while I didn't go around bragging about it

I made sure that, when asked, I was honest.

I can't remember if I just liked the novelty

Or if I just didn't want the colour to feel left out

But for a long time, I was happy with turquoise

Although I'd settle for pale blue

Nowadays, I don't really have a favourite

I don't have a story about any other colour (Although I did really dislike red)

But, as far as that goes, I wonder if this entire spiel has been highly trivial

Or if you now know more about who I really am. Just from a fondness of turquoise when I was young.