everything real
has a positive
equal value
called existence
un-equivalence
is our choice
our preference
our bias
our privileging
of a thing
over others
be it god
the self
the soul
or whatnot
that
is the nature
of me
a human being
Tag: poetry
Original poetry and translations of poetry. © Warren M Tang.
E=mc²
think about it –
energy
is matter
is space
is time
while god
maybe 0
the world
is an integer
and nietzsche
may have
proclaimed
“god is dead”
but to me
“god is ‘nothing’
& the world is
everything”
from the world
came god and gods,
not the other way
as we might believe
i like god
i like god but
only in the same way
that i like harry potter
or purple unicorns
if god makes someone
a better person, i am happy
but i am annoyed when god
tells me i have to believe in him
it seems easier for god
to tell me these things
through others, and never
to speak to me directly
i am not worthy (they say)
to hear god’s voice
or to be graced
with his presence
or is it just
his presence
is in the word,
and word alone
either way
i like god
and, yes, i “know”
he likes me
hospital ward
the smell of dying
and death overflows
into the hallways
fills the rooms
they wait seemingly
in silence resigned
to the inevitable
carers indifferent
to it all and
visitors numbed
but life
must make way
for new life
in its march
to the song
of evolution
to the harmony
of survival
wedding ring
well worn
and
worn well
the band
has kept its shine
over the years
scratches here
and there perhaps
from ‘08 and ‘14
but as clichés go
the ring
is unbroken
like the promise
we had made
all those years ago
heart and soul
the necessary engine
of a body
the illusionary essence
of a being
coffee bean
en(capsul)ates
the past
painful histories
the not so
dark (roast)
secrets of man
each little bean
can represent a soul
the soil and toil
that had been lost
for the present
or it can re-present
a now and future
that we aspire to
to wake
or awaken us
rejuvenate
invigorate
temporarily
and get us ready
for another day
Anxiety
Exhausted, yet
Not wanting to sleep on this
Stagnant night of anxiety
Karate #haiku
Parents trade gossip
In the stiffling gym heat
As children trade punches
space
what is it
about you
(or rather
the lack of you)
that gives you
your quality?
is it the objects
that do not fill you
or is it
the march of time
so steady
that make you
what you are?
some people fear
your vast emptiness
but really
you are nothing
nothing
whatsoever
you should be
embraced, loved
if possible
for without you
i & everything else
would not exist
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