Now love may never mitigate
The tortures deep inside,
Where painful shame weighed down by hate
Has crushed your soul with pride.
But love allowed can offer hope
For finer fruits of fate,
So one more day your soul can cope
Eluding Dante's gate.
The truths of long ago were forged
By scars of last regret;
At pleasure's banquet you have gorged
And left your soul in debt.
The minstrels in the marketplace
Will sing a serenade,
Lamenting every broken face
Upon the promenade.
Life is a journey to an end
We all in time will know,
But passion's path must twist and bend
With every seed you sow.
It is the nature of the spark
That hides inside your soul,
To leave a little bitter mark
That takes a timeless toll.
There is no particle unique
Throughout this universe
Concealed in truth for man to seek
Within a Gypsy curse.
But love's alive inside the mind
With balm to calm the heart,
So you must take the time to find
The way to play your part.
We are the stain of grain upon
Totality of time;
A micro-part of dusk and dawn;
Redemption and each crime.
We are the parent of the child
Who hungers through the night.
We are the causes so defiled
Of poverty and blight.
A perfect balance, bought with pain,
By time's eternal laws.
We are the loss - we are the gain
Perfected by our flaws.
Assimilate 'till you become
A universal thought;
Allow your mind to merge as One
Like ancient prophets taught.
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Author Notes
This poem reflects my interior questions
to myself and the exterior possibilities and
restrictions of our infinite Universe. easy
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