Standards

You are beloved still and thoughts are tender which mine mind speaks softly unto my heart so secretly are they conveyed within mine self to be hidden from you that you might not treat them as inconsequential or lightly esteemed for so many give praises on clothing external for so conspicuous a talent I sought the face behind the visable that core of tapestry of character so clouded by the gloss what the world deems ascent where a mans praise is what he paints and not what he values to color this orders conceit as the heigth of expressions and self aggrandizement over ones peers as healthy competition and pulled are we twixt the masters a heart which dispises injustice and the accolades of the systems praise I can not love the world order though I care dearly for its children I despise its values do we judge that its princes have more worth than its paupers that the rich have more virtue than one not holding wealth in admiration what standard has the world raised does any exceed the absolute laws of love what have been its reflections the mirror of its values what fruit has it produced answer me this from whence is its source that its display might be seen in its depth today that mankind hold no accountability to the cosmos or himself but the mad pursuit of self importance , ego yet I would lend you my esteem for so great a many qualities that I love in man that I seek in them those things that are true treasures yet and shall always be COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller