We are here but brief on the scene of Love
The worlds a stage we war, we peace in life
We find pain to connect, pleasure in strife
Under it toiling endless sun shines from above
Shattered shards porphyry statues we are split
A billion loves have come to pass we choose
A billion times we disconnect we lose
Loves an energy it draws us near to it
We defy physics --rupture Natures Cord
To reject Unity, when we’ve first begun
Independent discreet entities
With hate we grow passion with love we grow bored
Many know, there’s nothing new under the sun
Evil prevails and we treat Love with enmity
Categories:
porphyry, humanity, philosophy,
Form: Sonnet
here
are those
whose bones inhabit clothes
and muscles feed on flesh
except for mine —
here in concrete and florescent light
between closing walls and slamming locks
where the doors bear names
and all things soft and sensuous
are excluded
and nourishment so circumscribed
it’s turned to medicine
and even sleep is rationed
and even the sun shines just
one hour per day
men here
some with hearts of porphyry
but more with hearts all made of bruises
and men whose hearts beat scherzo time
to mock the waltzing world
men more varied
than all the work-day men
who stumbled into power’s ken
and there must bide
sharing time to kill their numbers
where solo time is hard —
here
in jail
serving to remind the rest
that freedom’s theirs who use it less
Categories:
porphyry, prison,
Form: Free verse