stretch out your hand
and feel the vanity —
spout off on progress, that
inanity
close off your thought
to who and what you are —
stretch out your hand,
the problem
isn’t
far
Tag: Vanity
Through Gaps
We build each our walls
But through gaps
All the light gets through
= = = = =
© Ingalin | Dreamstime.com – Cathedral De Santiago Is A Roman Catholic Church, Antigua Guatemala Photo
To share is human:
On An Old Filling Station
Out here, abandoned in the grass,
A vintage filling station:
Where many sat preoccupied
By labor or vacation
As fuel was pumped and windows washed
Supporting life’s-won fruits
To aid the modern family
In nuclear pursuits.
Out here, abandoned in the grass,
And desolate to view,
The end of every precious thing
Once loved for being
New
To share is human:
Emptiness and Echoes
So accustomed to noise are we,
Our minds provide it
In our rare moments of silence.
When we cannot feel the world anymore,
We attempt to become the world,
A process fraught with anxiety,
And rife with chaos.
It is the silence we fear:
Discovering only then
What we truly believe the world to be,
Past our lies and our slogans:
Emptiness and echoes,
Regrets and recriminations,
And a desire, at all costs,
To keep the noise going
To share is human:
On An Old Abandoned Hospital
“I’s” unknown,
So many “they’s”,
From untold places,
Bygone days,
In rooms for healing,
Pass away:
We know this.
But we just
With our contumely
Carry on,
We’re here —-
What matters who is gone?
We think
It isn’t real, beyond,
A faint remaining
Crust
An echo, an
Enablement,
A bill of life
That’s elsewhere spent;
We needn’t hear
What there was meant,
Nor sit down to
Discuss
The primitives
Who came before,
Who lay in here,
Or built this door,
Whose tears and blood
Call from the floor,
“All dust is made
Of us —“
To share is human:
The Library of Conceit
It’s easier to choose
Without so many roads,
It’s simpler to know
With no key that decodes
The many and the myriad
Of things beyond our pall —
But since we think we know,
We never learn
At all
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To share is human:
Manywheres
The evil people do
Is manywheres at play;
It hides in power suits,
And seeks to rule the day,
But time’s a referee
And knows not foe or friend:
So power has its day,
But that day has
Its end
To share is human:
beauty, solace, wealth, and fame –
beauty, solace, wealth, and fame –
these fight out a lethal game;
greed and envy sanction hate,
rich to poor, or wan to great.
glamour, passion, toil, and lust:
idols turned to ash and dust —
beauty, solace, wealth, and fame:
gain the wind, but lose
your name
Picture credit : Yung Chao Chen
