Fearless Reason

Fearless reason in an age of frightened absurdity.

Tag: pity

Pity the Blind Heart

Pity
the blind
heart.

It knows
not what
it does.

Severed
as it is
from self
and world.

Hungry
amidst
plenty.

Thirsty
while
drowning.

Bursting
from
want.

Pity
the blind
heart.

It sees
not what
it needs.

Pity My Mad Blind Brother

I will not
have you
as my enemy
nor cast hatred
your way.

Life
is too precious
hatred
too great a burden.

I will not
taint myself
with anger
nor reject you
as myself.

I greet you
instead
not as enemy
but as lost aspect
of my own soul.

Looking
through eyes
clouded by the darkness
of a blind heart.

Possessed
by the madness
of a hallucination
of the separate self.

Pity
my mad
blind brother
is the only burden
I will bear.

Envy the Truly Young

Envy the Truly Young

Envy their follies,
Vanities,
And innocent naiveté.

Envy the freshness of their experience,
Sorrow,
And uncontrived pain.

Envy the Truly Young

For they know not what they do,
Say,
Or feel.

Pity the Old Soul

Pity their games,
Vanities,
And contrived ignorance.

Pity the irony of their experience,
Sorrow,
And self-pitying pain.

Pity the Old Soul

For they know not what they do,
Say,
Or feel.