In Memory of
Tony
When it was alive and accosting me
I escaped it slyly
Out of probable embarrassment
And professional inconvenience
When it was gone
I wanted it to follow me
My heart looked at empty space
Where it could have waited
My heart felt twisted
To find its invisible form
Such a gentle soul
Despite its ferocious face
I long to see it again
When form disappears
What remains?
A memory tender
A
tear dry.
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VIRTUE OF
IDEALISM
Many dismiss souls
Except for humans
For convenience sake
I think otherwise
Since I don’t justify
Hierarchy of life
I believe not in ghosts but in value
of life
Which evolves painfully
When energy forms vanish
Memories
engulf us
Make us
thoughtful
Dreaming of divinity
We grow imperceptibly
Tears nurture
A sapling of insight
Often scorned as sentiment.
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ENDS AND MEANS
Between the holy knife
And ‘secular’ gun
I find no difference
Both kill the innocents
For
revenge
Both want heaven monochromatic
One
seeks heaven out there
Another here on the earth
Both use bones as bricks
Blood as cement
And pave the path to hell
with noble intentions.
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