Poem -

A GOOD MAN

A GOOD MAN

We have manifested

a word that describes the repulsive

and we

leech the blood of the ugly

creating a Frankenstein

animated by our judgments.

What kind

of man are you searching for

and whom

will fill your heart with trust and respect?

Within the camp of men

some are armed

while others are not armed.

The ego is the most viscid tool

that destroys

all things of beauty and calm, and

these men are deadly to Love.

A man that embraces

as he himself is impoverished

for the

expanse of love is so great

he will put his life

on the line for what he loves.

To sacrifice

for an idea of what love is

is what Christ did

hanging from His eternal Cross

giving His last breath to us.

We are

so accustomed to our shelters

whether house

car or money, or many holdings

material value has no essence

while we

are all exonerated in the essence by God.

Man should be a mirror image

for we are

a tragic consequence of our existence

no matter

how scientifically diverse

we kill

lame and steal the fabric of the Spirit

building legos

to a supreme mastery.

As children play with their erector sets

the Soul feeds

on the intelligence of the Spirit

networking

the mystery of our life

through the Wisdom enveloped.

We argue

and feel that we

are in contempt of our judgments

when a woman

makes us look inside ourself.

A Man

that best disserves a natural woman

will hold back

his ambitions to be right

for the

sacrosanct Spirit evolves ahead of us

delivering us to peace,

a calm mostly unknown to us.

As Mankind

beats his causticity upon Women

the legacy

of his evil judgments

will eventually fade

from the World as suffrages.

Men cutting

the heads off, or the hands

or taking an eye for eye

will only cripple us.

To be in great Wisdom

a Man must know

the answers to his actions

no matter

how thoughtfully trained

the intelligence

he possesses is useless

without a humble center

to focus on

the eternal Grace of Gods Love.

I asked a Woman

what kind of Man are your searching for.

Feb 05, 2015

c. The Tomb Of Words – Ricardo Antonio Garcia

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