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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