WHEN
I REACH TO TOUCH YOU,
BUT
YOU NO LONGER ARE THERE,
MY HEART
REMEMBERS LOVING YOU,
MY HANDS
FEEL BUT AIR.
O LONELINESS!
SUCH PAINFUL STRESS;
SWEETSOUR TEARS WELL UP
TO WASH
THE WINDOWS OF MY SOUL,
I DRINK
MY DESTINED CUP
OF ROSEWINE TURNED FOUL:
WE LOVED,
WE LOST;
EACH WENT OUR WAY,
WERE MOVED
BY THE COST
OF CULTURE'S SWAY:
IS NUBILE FUTILE?
DEFIANCE OR COMPLIANCE?
RECONCILIATION OR MASTURBATION?
WHO CAN BE CELIBATE?
PRIDE WILL AGITATE:
PREVENTION IS REPENTANCE?
INFECTED BY PROFANITY
WE SENTENCED EACH OTHER TO MELANCHOLY
DIRECTED BY HUMANITY;
WE FORBID KINDNESS
ACROSS EONS
AND ACRES UPON ACRES OF LEGALISMS,
WE SEARCH GOD'S ABSOLUTES
THROUGH
DUSTY GRAINS OF TIME,
YET FIND WE NAUGHT
AS WE OUGHT;
CHILD IN TEARS
SORROW BEARS:
WEIGHT OF EMPTY DREAMS
CANNOT FIND HOME
IN A SORDID TOMB
BURIED IN DRIEDUP STREAMS;
HOW DO WE LIVE?
HOW DO WE GIVE
WITHOUT A SPARK OF LOVE?
A TREASURE TROVE
IS TO BE WHAT EVIL IS NOT:
LOCKED
WITHIN THE CLUTTERED CONFINES OF CONVENTION
FLOAT
LOVE AND FAITH INDEFINITELY IN SUSPENSION…
LET'S FORGO TO HEED MEN
AND MAYBE
LOVE'S RESIDUE BRINGS US BACK TO EDEN?
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550 points, ended June 16, 2008, 38 entries
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Comments
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Great poem!
This whole piece was chuck full of wonderful wisdom and insight into the human condition, which for the most part is a lack of relationship and abuse of religion. First and foremost with GOD which negatively affects the one we have with man and woman. But your last line had some deep hidden pieces to it for someone sensitive enough to hear it.
"LET'S FORGO TO HEED MEN
AND MAYBE
LOVE'S RESIDUE BRINGS US BACK TO EDEN?"
Wow! I remember a warning in the BOOK about being wary of the wisdom and philosophies of men.
Great poem!
John
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