MAN BEGS YOUR BENEVOLENCE

MAN BEGS YOUR BENEVOLENCE 
 
In this world where neglect
is challenged
and a feeling of eclectic, universal
respect for life and love grows?
When someone love's you
or love's you not,
it's seems a conundrum, or an enigma
from some death-defying,
petal picking
fortune-telling,
self-absorbed
lover,
who will torture a
precious daisy, 
while stripping its petals,
for the purpose of 
predetermining a pondering thought 
of wishful thinker.

This world of choice,
creates spontaneity,
and excitement
from a flip of a coin,
where a moment is shared
awaiting the flip falling function
to assess
the inevitable outcome
in which the loser
bows his head,
and a good winner
recognizes the crowd,
but remembers
the challenger.
 
In our world of love,
emotions fall freely as snowflakes
floating fervently,
and yet with an
Oracle of consciousness, that a miracle
may happen,
as snowflakes become absorbed
like Cupid's arrow,
but without the sting,
or the mess of a wounded miss,
yet we always seem to search
for love.
Then and only then,
can love survive,
and, yet one still has to acknowledge
that love's consequences
sometime,
come at a cost.
For Love's priceless.
 
In this world of spiritualism,
where a millennium of followers
freely forgo their own temporal
tendencies for the untouched,
un-revealing, and elusive
understanding, or revelation,
that we belong
to something larger-than-
temporal life itself.
Yet we resort to childish
needs for the betterment of mankind.
One usually considers
their religion's as truth.
and yet, just like the story
of the three Sons of a king.
The three sons were given land
to rule over.
When all their lands were in disarray,
the king called his sons back home,
and blindfolded them, and told them to touch an object,
which was an elephant.
The first son came back, and said it was a wall,
as he bumped into the side of the elephant.
The second held onto the trunk,
and said it was a rope,
as he was a mountain climber.
The third held onto the leg,
and said it was a tree stump,
as he was an arborist.
The father told them all, that they were all right,
but only part of the whole truth,
and just like all religions, and, that is,
do we all have only part of the truth?
 
In a world with death,
some of us honor, or are relieved,
saddened with having morose
emotions, find ourselves
separated from the actual
experience of death, and will then
exclude our own lives
in respect for the other one's demise.
To explain, that most of us created religion,
as a crutch to explain death, whereas an atheist
never needs a spiritual aid, yet,
others may think atheist's lack vision.
 
In this world of life,
perpetuated for some
by the glimmering warmth of God's love,
while others
just a breath away
from death, for it
seems some of us
promote our time to destroy love or life, 
or change it, mold it into something
we think will be
perfection. Governments
have been trying to do it
for a ages.
If what was first made worked,
why fix it?
Being outcast from Eden,
or a language mutilated by Babylon's curse,
or from the beginning of time,
we had to learn how to get along.
We lost unification of being one, together,
all similar, in the likeness of, for some,
and for all others the recognition
of goodness as a universal,
cognitive materialization,
that all recognize 
as acceptable,
within their own hearts.
Being good to others
as you would like be done to you.
 
In this world of hate,
it's really just the lack of love,
but being so far, and so long away
from love,
hate becomes its own, self-nourishing,
intertwined absorption, or inbred cognitive awareness
of a world without hope.
 
In this world of art,
we have people nourishing
beauty, and sharing it with others,
peacefully, and serenely
showing the better side of life.
From cave art to
three-dimensional aerial displays
of light materializing in the skies.
There are the melodic harmonies of music,
to the flamboyant colorful array
of a spectacular art gallery.
or just a sunset.
There are monolithic structures, bridges,
statues, cultural phenomena
sculptured serendipitously,
to unravel natures wild landscape.
We have the majestic interpretation
of human emotion through
the scribing of glyph,
or pictorial symbols,
and when deciphered by cultural
mega-minds,
creates a future from dreams.
For some, are most widely acclaimed
piece of art, and legacy to the world,
is our legacy's
epitaph
of our
love,
or lack of it.