Saturday, December 19, 2015

Poem: "A Plea for Reason"

A Plea for Reason
(Copyright Brendan Bombaci)

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“We are what we eat,” as it goes, but it’s not often
that we heed hidden meanings in such prose, not forgotten
by the few with utmost reverence for the present and the here;
freedom can be yours if you only lend an ear.

If it is that we grow and we live from our consumption,
taking precious energy from all forms, for the production
of our bodies and our thoughts, then it only stands to reason
that all else takes from us in reciprocal cohesion.

With that being the case, we can derive that our bodies
are not the “soul traps” that the cardinals have lobbied
the tyrants everywhere to relate to the masses,
for to ease their submission on the way to death and taxes.

No, it is the case that our energy is shared
with our friends, with loved ones, with nature everywhere.
So while we’re here, we are one. We should treat each other so,
for when we’re gone, we are none but food on which to grow.

There is nothing lost in this, there is beauty, there is bliss,
because life is so much more without fear of the abyss.
Strength, it comes from knowing that you still can live forever
through your family, your creations, & your actions (absent never).

The marvel, it abounds and is plenty. Why ask more?
Even with its hardships, there is always good in store.
The promise of a place made just for us appeases ego,
the self-concerned defender, the survivor only greed knows.

It’s all so very simple – deeming real what is illusion –
for power lies in magic when you are one in the collusion:
social leverage is affirmed, with common threads we are the same,
there is comfort when your team has the most players in the game.

So what started as a salve has become a medication,
a placebo asking nothing but avoidance (for salvation):
close your eyes, say “I’m sorry,” while the world is needing care,
but “worry not your head, child, as Heaven pays your fare.”

“All is fair in love and war,” “it’s dog eat dog,” you know.
Then how on Earth are we much better, than a murder of crows?
Morals need no religion, for good and bad, you see,
are only the result of deliberate empathy.

Caring starts with an inkling, so simple – pristine –
that what makes us all different, we all use – a machine –
to break free from the prison of life’s primal instinct
and become gods amongst the creatures – new, stronger links.

The machine, we call it culture, and it makes us who we are:
individuals from ideas, from nurturing, from the stars.
Without such care, we’re nothing, as evolution has made us
dependent upon love and reason, capable to take us

anywhere we wish to go, and to give us cosmic power
to live forever, create new life and embrace the hour
that is upon us now, stemming from Enlightenment
and not from proto-thinking that has served the fight, the end.

As we have no souls, since our energy, unbound,
is not created or destroyed and always can be found,
and since there is no Heaven or mystic arbiter,
it’s up to us to spread the wealth and be glorious on Earth.

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