A promise made by us to us that God
Will number all our bones and grains
Of sand like you and me will somehow be
Accounted for as faithful testaments
Embroidered on eternal tapestries
Of time. Our poor pathetic vanity
Proclaims man’s pyramids, grand mosques
And great cathedrals, all the idols carved
In stone by mortal egos must be proof
We are anointed to be more than rubble in
An astral life and death of galaxies.
The gall when we insist our gods choose sides
In so-called Holly Wars! What imbeciles we are
To think Creation shares our fractured flaws,
Pathetic passions, cliché’s Valentines
That claim to speak for love’s divinity.
What fools we are to think that clawing at
Success at any price will somehow make
Us all immortals; pure insanity
To dream that wealth or power are worth
The slavery of skins or economics. If time
Remembers anything it’s poetry
Whose music spoke a Sermon On The Mount
And not “IN GOD WE TRUST” on dollar bills.
Jan 10, 2012 3:21:46 pmby TallPockets Homepage »
My FIVE wonderful SISTERS have OFTEN told TallPockets that "MAN has NOT yet EVOLVED".
WELL written work! .... LOTS to 'digest' ....
DUMB and SIMPLETON T.P. TRIES to operate on the LIFE philosophy of WALK the WALK and NOT just TALK the TALK.
Be ye one of 'religious' beliefs or not.
My BEST to you and yours .... T.P.
Jan 11, 2012 12:48:46 amby auntietk Homepage »
Time remembers certain things, but forgets the vast majority of what happens here. Time is forgetting things left and right as we clean out a closet and throw away/recycle/donate things no longer valued. I guess it's just perspective. Right now I'm in the midst of winnowing. Nobody will miss those things we're getting rid of, and when everyone we know is dead and gone, we'll be less than a memory.
Such hubris, to think we somehow live forever by our legacy.