PLATONIC SMILE

PLATONIC SMILE

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Morning begins

its tuning fork vibration with a melody

and the chasm

of Mozart plays it keys

never wondering

and never obeying our rules.

How is beauty defined

for I have not

a clear vision of yellow rays?

I have not

the consensus to understand

that we endlessly are

inhumane towards another.

We that leave legacies

brighten the World with our own Star

as the negative energies

compile into a vast heap

of broiling garbage

for how else can this waste

be demonized or verbalized?

The eyes

quickly become violated

as mirth is forsakened

and twisted

by these demons of the dark.

I have joy in the illusion

for we have built our castles on clouds

with each man amidst, and

hypnotically allured

by our own hostile creations.

It is a pity that this darkness

purveys on our senses

bringing the latitude of our doings

into the lair of the devil.

I will vibrate with morning

for to be nested in this sanctuary is …

… the platonic smile …