Wednesday, January 3, 2018

poems empathy


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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