Criteria Of The Fallen
We are judged, not by how softly or
well meaning we have dealt with
each other's foibles alone
But we are immeasurably judged anyhow by -
the companies we join, families that we have,
friends with which we tag/go along
Almost assuredly our minds are
measured too, by some type of
psychometrics
But I would never understand
the mind of corruption,
the ways of crime, perhaps
People fighting off their men.
In the future, chopping off their heads—
if the right conditions shall be given
Over pedophilia, war profiteering,
orgiastic incontinence;
as if gluttonous craving.
—Only God will judge;
—in heaven.
Transcendence (And Body Politic)
Her guises were stripped off
Like paint;
I had wondered where she could
have gotten to—to act like a saint
The earthquakes have multiple meanings, after all:
There are moments of truth.
But our attitudes, in facing them, such are several.
Why should we try to act on certain
situations, just to make us huge?
Her views of change mattered to
me, for lacking subterfuge
'Tis so raw, so fresh,
so debilitatingly godly
When fake media is stressed, let all
disdain blasphemy.
Are we just spirits in human bodies,—
in the physicality?—
For, when— it makes it clear,
our true selves gather up
a multitudes' spirituality!
An Escapist's Poem
(Dedicated to the Leaves)
We always pick the flower for no
Good reason,
Like an insect from a plant,
'tis steady 'til—gone!
We always had seen the sky
Like 'tis the glorious blue color
Then we often see how clouds move.
Something we remember
Now that our lovelorn past had
Paid its price, in this moment—
We falter, we forgive, we abnegate tomorrow
For our precious accident
We learned to measure strength and
Weakness in terms of cordiality;
Lest we may never go home,
Midstride, to the forlorn eternity!