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It does not do to hurt one another,
For one is to all a brother.
Pain is an isolation
From all human relation.
To each other, we are all bound;
Through each other, our identities found.
No lone man may be whole,
For loneliness withers the soul.
Compassion so desperately needed
(By kindness it is seeded.)
No regard for violence
Complete and utter silence!
In the place of global outcry,
A great, resigned, societal sigh!
Where did our care go?
Did we forget, we reap what we sow?
There's some strange illusion of separation,
Perpetuated by each and every nation.
(When did compassion come into conflation
With this ridiculous conflagration?)
It brings to one a sense of elation
This wonderful sensation
This exuberant feeling, that of
Helping and healing those you love.
...Why did we ever let it fade away?
For one is to all a brother.
Pain is an isolation
From all human relation.
To each other, we are all bound;
Through each other, our identities found.
No lone man may be whole,
For loneliness withers the soul.
Compassion so desperately needed
(By kindness it is seeded.)
No regard for violence
Complete and utter silence!
In the place of global outcry,
A great, resigned, societal sigh!
Where did our care go?
Did we forget, we reap what we sow?
There's some strange illusion of separation,
Perpetuated by each and every nation.
(When did compassion come into conflation
With this ridiculous conflagration?)
It brings to one a sense of elation
This wonderful sensation
This exuberant feeling, that of
Helping and healing those you love.
...Why did we ever let it fade away?
Literature
For --
Bloom, bloom, bloom,
by the window, by the sun,
by the cooling shade of soft green cedar,
bloom, bloom, bloom.
When the chrysanthemums baldly raises
its heavy head to the dim-lit skies,
or cicadas shrill in train-speed rhythm
buzz and rest their wings on your shivering thighs
do not fear the world, the strangeness of Nature,
do not flip your pale small eyelids and waver.
Whenever burly oaks grow, wild-strong branches wide,
and benign barley bend and bow in a smile;
No - this too high; No - this too low,
Bloom, bloom, bloom.
Literature
Flagstones (Section 170 (7))
I went back to the secret
waterfall where once
we professed our love
and poured libations to the gods,
only the river had dried
to a trickle
and was choked
with leaves.
I stood there
alone
on the wide dry stones,
listening to the humbled
murmur of lost waters,
and realized
that when the river was gone
it became a road.
Literature
Memories and Rememberance ( Anthology )
Memories and Rememberance
i
1.
I poured memories into a teacup
to soak my soul
occasionally
with reminiscent sips from the past
2.
I wove your memory
inside my mind just like the way
ivy vines used to curl up
against the terracotta walls of your home
I cried our moments together
onto orchard petals
like puddles of dew drops
in the frigid morning hours
There is something so reminiscent
to curl up on patches of green grass
among wilting daisies and earthy soil
- it makes me think of you
And the thought of you
has always comforted my lilac heart
It would complete
this newly turned garden of mine
But
as my thorny reality
has remin
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First poem from my little notebook I've taken to writing poetry in. A little rough, but good, I think.
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