Viva ad mortem!

Time and space, for me,
Are only tools for my mind's eye,
My physical body might be gone,
In your nows and 'morrows,
But my essence permeates all space,
My being, all of time,
My characters, all human race,
And my thoughts, all rhyme.
Your heres and nows,
Yesters and  theres,
These are but your abstractions,
My always and everywheres,
Spacetime distractions!

Away but here

Miles and miles apart,
Only in body and limb,
But inches and inches close,
In mind, heart and dream.
So far like the stars,
Yet like the cosmos so close,
Part me in every world,
Sweet in every dose!
I know not what, without thee,
My life would have looked,
But now forever and ever more,
I have it with thee booked.
Forever grow, my universe,
Forever shine, my sweet star,
Let the forces of love tremble,
For love's sake, near or far.

Confession

'Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned'

Confessed the man into the cage,

Spilling his beans willingly

To a nonentity in hostage.

The fellow being deemed the 'father',

Took it upon himself and decreed,

That the desperado was of all his deed,

Henceforth absolved and cleared.

I wonder who, now the 'father', 

In this vicious earthly game,

Having sinned for all his lies,

Will turn to, to clear his name!

But for all I think, the 'son' cries

And the 'father' after him cries, 

Ad infinitum, in chains of chained lies.

Flow

Life flows but quite like water:

It starts high as tiny a drop,

And meanders none the flatter;

It deeps and ebbs without a stop,

For so long as time permits;

And only stops at the bottom,

When the hardest of rocks it hits.

As the norm of nature  dictates,

Water flows down the bay,

So does the evolution of life,

And its routine life of decay.

I only see...

I see a world and not a nation,

In an all-harmonious interaction;

I see a people and not a tribe,

In a caring, healthy vibe;

I see a humanly face, 

Full of life and all styles,

And not the color of the skin,

As the basis of my smiles.

Why bad when good is good?

Oh, human fool
Why bad when good is good;
Life's too short for heavy hearts,
If only the art you understood?!
The art of a light-hearted life,
The only one that makes sense,
Should also have been the only choice,
For our ephemeral existence.
Man intending evil to man,
But day in, day out I see,
How sad, how short-sighted,
How irrational one has to be?!
Why evil when good's better,
No rationality to spare?
Oh, what a waste, oh, human fool,
Why hurt when you can care?

Philosophy, My Mistress

I take solace in you when I am sick,
When the future of my life seems bleak;
I consult you when confused,
When 'right' and 'wrong' seem abused;
I demand your help when justice' killed,
Or delayed or stuck further afield.
I cut the placenta of indecision,
With your sharp, mighty knife,
When undecided on the go,
With the little affairs of life.
I see the bigger picture of things,
In equanimity's bigger frame,
When with you, I worry not,
Neither for riches nor for fame.
From you I know the infinite sea,
Beyond the pond's little brink,
And the bigger ocean of my ignorance,
When I know not, but know I think.
When I hold you tight in love,
And ever together we fare,
I see the beacon at the horizon,
And the cairns everywhere.