Healing

Life is a conflict

Between itself and death

War  a wound

Made by  the trade and ambition

Love  a balm

Prescribed by the pious and prophets

 To save the soul of  life     

Does anyone  kiss the edge of the blade

In lieu of  darling’s  lips ?

How long   peace  a   daydream of the brave

Or  a  nightmare of the Knave ?

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 been awaiting  

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.

                                

                                                  

                                   

                                   Teacher of empathy 

Learn from dog

Love absolute

For a few morsels or biscuits

It sees you as a demigod

It tells of its hunger

By catching your hand

In  a way gentle and  unique

It knocks the door

Like a friend

Like a  child

Like a guest

Like a man

Who  needs  a lesson

From faith incarnate.

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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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