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Del Grasso Poem
I cannot presume to know the motives of those outside my own heart
And counted are the moments that I realize my very own
But I do know that human nature is irrevocably raw at its core,
And this acknowledged by its Designer
Is a necessary balance weighing the uncompromising laws of love
Some despair at this unyielding hard truth
Or so flee from its cold reality altogether
Choosing to close their eyes and cover their ears
'Til light turns to dark and the music of their souls is silenced.
Mocking those who take each breath in hope and song-
Tossing them aside as fools and madmen.
But what madman will rejoice when goodness prevails
And who believes a fool to comprehend divinity?
And yet, this is of no matter to the believers of the unreal
Felt though not touched, always alive even unto death,
Never to be captured, for what of faith then?
Why? Why would they? Why would you? Why would I?
You ask, as if you do not know...
The courageous, genius, famous, powerful, royal, revered
The cowardly, ignorant, obscure, weak, common, rejected
None are immune
ALL relentlessly intent to self-deceive
Through an invisible pane of glass and viewed through the warped mirror of
"Science"
This- the carefully crafted frame from which the enemy's portrait laughs
Why, you ask? You know why...
But do not dare, can not bear, to believe
Conquerors
Earth and element
The moon and beyond
War and oppression
Masters of nature
Art, innovation, philosophy, exploration, invention
Conquerors of all but the TRUTH
The conquerors become coverers...
Smothering, twisting, reshaping, redesigning, reinventing
And denying TRUTH with imitations, poor reflections, and even carefully crafted illusions
From conquerors to coverers
Children with their heads in the sand
Sands of gold... fools gold.
Unless, you've dared to pull your head from the sand
Dared to stand, dared to look up
And let the golden grains fall away one by one
Until you're naked, worthless, unwanted, unloved
Like a newborn left to die in the trash of the cold alley called "truth"
No longer the conqueror, but the conquered.
NOW you are where you can be found
Rescued, Saved, Redeemed, Covered in TRUTH
Freed in LOVE
Copyright © Del Grasso | Year Posted 2014
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Del Grasso Poem
A grain of sand,
you washed into my empty shell.
And cautiously I covered you
to hide you from each vulnerable truth
brought in with every tide and surge
threatening to wash you away
forever gone in an endless sea
I covered you until you were surrounded, suffocated,
and you couldn’t see me anymore
hear me, feel me, know me anymore.
My shell felt as empty as before
yet you were always there, hiding, waiting,
filling the place where others couldn’t reach
growing more beautiful with every moment
more precious with every hour
every day and each passing year
until that tiny grain of sand was just a
faded picture of the past
a past that fades but doesn’t disappear
a past littered with pain,
and unregrettable love,
A price I’d gladly pay again
a past I would not forfeit
for the gift of you-.
my pearl,
my perfect,
precious
pearl
Copyright © Del Grasso | Year Posted 2014
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