BLACKS, WHITES, SHADES OF GRAY

 

LAWS … sacred ‘THOU SHALT NOTS’ of centuries

Conveniently condemning evils for the sake

Of ruling clans or holy creeds all set

To sanctify who lives, who’s saved, who’s damned.

 

LAWS … reason’s icy logic proving how

Existence ‘BIG BANGED” into being; how

We count the DNA of who and what

We are, our astral physics bending time

And space upon themselves extinguishing

Tomorrow’s hope of numbering its stars.

 

COLORS …

 

Demonic blacks in inquisitions thrust

On tortured nightmares with no grace to grasp

Truth.  Our angelic white perfections are

Mirages out of touch with facts.  God’s most

Beloved saints wear crowns of tragic thorns,

The holiest among us bear Job’s doubts;

Not even devils can escape their hells.

 

It’s grays … those ecstasies of ashes make

Life bearable: remembering a rose

Perfume that haunted springtime’s fleeting breaths,

Electric comets taunting darkness with

Men strutting on its sterile moon, the first

Embrace with flesh before duration turned

A rapture in habits … jaded now

And bored to death with time.  But music still

Infects my soul and resurrected thoughts

Of moments gone encourage me to shout:

“I’VE LIVED AND JOYOUSLY ALIVE!”

 

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