Tender Hearts

Tender hearts are the strongest hearts
Because they bear the struggles of bareness;
Exposed to the passions that can leave them branded
They courageously resist calcification,
But not without awareness.

Tender hearts are never free
But only so that they may be free to love;
A single sigh echoes the elements of life,
Processing, and finding courage to trust,
And not be muffled by thoughts above.

Tender hearts live for hearts
This love its living purpose;
It is the right way to live,
Ironically the hardest, but the most honest;
For a heart’s truest remains its heartfelt service.

SL

December 14, 2014

Backwards Utopia

Imagine a society
where you had to share everything.

Where there was no pain.

That sounds like the ultimate utopia,
right?

But what if sharing included sharing your women?
Or lack of emotional pain was due to being abandoned as a baby
and growing up on your own?

Adam and Eve were built to sin, even in a perfect world,
because humans were made with a conscience. 
If this sense didn’t exist, then the right wouldn’t exist,
and neither would the wrong.
Take away that conscience and yes,
a painless, sharing society could exist,
but then, humans wouldn’t.

Does the presence of conscience define humanity?
Humans are not defined just by their physical body—
by the lungs that give them breath,
the nerves that give them senses
and blood that gives them life.

I wondered whether these people were happy…

Did they even know happiness?

SL

August 24, 2013

I'm on a cloud

I’m on a cloud
That steals my heart away
Straight to the moon,
Earth zips by…

And in my youth
Stories of wonderful things
Showered my mind with fantasies such as this.

Now it has come
To take me away
To a beautiful place of earnest love and care

The wind is light,
The stars are free,
The night is filled with thoughts bewildered by swirls of water in the sky…

So gently caressed,
My heart rides with the cloud
While the moon grows bright,
While the moon grows large...

And I dream,
I dream…

It freshens the air which surrounds me,
It guides me to that which I long…
The sky becomes earth and the earth becomes sky!
And I stretch for the moon just in reach…

And I dream,
I dream,
I dream.

SL

Inspiration Flows

Inspiration flows
Like magic from a universal source
Slipping the tips of tongues and minds
Like rich fallows awakened.

Why then this path
Left dormant to chance
If willows could mother
Seeds of graceful substance?

For and forward
Life of passions
Willed and worked
So attested.

Sensible says
Those of logic and reason
Yet argument seeming civilized
Grows from emotion of rawest seed.

How far is come then
People of rooted intentions
If roots are left to seed in fallows
By which man and earth play their hand?

Well, weeping willows follow pillows
To sink their seeds where wind can't billow
Ground made soft once hard as stone
To find its roots and build its bones.

Both man and earth are one alike
They share both torture and delight
Moral standing doesn't live for fight
But lives for heart, and love, and life.

SL