The Real World & Other Thoughts: Poetry

This is what they call
The Real World:
a symphony,
a fast moving money train,
where depth is left
in random chaotic voices
that are too amused
with themselves to chant

~

We've led decadent lives
with sub-par morals,
leaving the suits of our
ambitions on the steps
of Avarice
like ill-fitting gloves
we've paid for only
for others to admire

~

Stream of consciousness:
Is this better, cleaner,
wiser than the other things
we imagine we know?

~

And there are inept tides
everywhere,
scavengers on other people's
misery,
all properly trying to fit in

~

Reinvented as a Goddess,
she knows all,
sees much,
and delegates nothing

~

History doesn't remember
idle fancy or wayward tears
It is not enough to simply
be here
We must help each other
towards the brightest horizons
mankind has ever dreamed...

~

Wrap me in the shelter
of your claws, lover
Protect me from myself
And dance at dusk with
the joy of our mutual
delights
burnished with the copper
of your wildest fancy
I am your woman,
temptress,
lovely lady,
here

~

And if it were true
that infinity were the
result of a game played
by an angry God
who like a toddler refused
to share its secrets,
does it make it any less real?


Why do we rebel and fight Nature
still instead of learning
to share the playground
of the sciences
before all innocence is sacrificed
on the alter of Knowing?

~

These eyes have been
like candles,
flames that are never
extinguished,
lights that can't be
undone

~

God speaks within
and without,
imparting knowledge
to the waiting hand
and compassion to the
open heart

The religions were once
bright torches
that illuminated the way
over the mountaintop

Now they tell us the mountain
is ever higher
But won't we please
sacrifice to these man-made
demigods that hold the keys
to Earth instead?

So much we have lost
in the pursuit of imaginary
fates

~

Creation maskes the infinity
and we are like Peter Pan,
all grown up and failing
to remember how to fly

~

And the stars fell from
heaven,
dazzling and bright,
incredible,
smashing against the ground
of our consciousness like
oysters overflowing
with pearls of amazing
and ample light...

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