A quench and a bench

some thoughts about ego, humanity and modernity

And there he is . A stranger?

Or perhaps not?

The homeless man?

 Or perhaps just a soul lost its way in this 

madly modern knowledge age, 

where knowledge and material

has reached a peak, 

the humane has fallen,

had been infused 

as a greedy creak

 into this perpetuate abyss

where there is only

 “sparkness” of the darkness

 and no true bliss.

 So there he is, that man, every sunny morning, 

dozens of joggers running pass by him, 

ignorant and sunken in 

their quest of never ending quench,

 they pass through that old man, 

sleeping on the dirty bench.

Dozens of joggers, thousands of thoughts,

 futile, vain, raveled in a fierce snarl,

 vaguely, gently insane.

 Lost in an abyss abstruse

covered by the veil of a mad 

unspoken truce

a twisted dance between modernity and life,

 a never ending sprawl of divinity, detachment

 and a desperate howl of an ego foul.

Swirling, falling, rising and back again, 

slightly awkward  to this world of men.

Jogger 1 " Cannot wait for that sofa to arrive, 

as 4000 euros sofa suits my ego just fine "

Jogger 2 " My Imac needs repair,

 perhaps I need to buy another market share"

Jogger 3 " I have to get that face cream now! 

But it is so expensive, my budget has to bow. 

Or can I wait until I can afford it, 

or perhaps it is better to find another way to exploit it?”

 

And the man...

The man perhaps was far from this abyss.

The man was rather sleeping peaceful, in a bliss. 

Morning sun had arrived to snuggle up in his lap, 

warmth has reached the body 

has made this blissful nap.

 

And here I am passing by. 

Another morning, 

another strive.

The mind is restless, occupied

as feet are trotting on the path aside.

 

A mindless gesture,

a casted glance,

a body laying on a bench, 

 and an ended quench.

 

A sudden beam of compassion 

pierce through the mind

a certain stance that pegs its path into the blind.  

Reaching inquietude in a way, 

seeking finally a chance to disobey. 

Riding through the maze of hasty, bolting thoughts,

 gazing, gaiting snorting in exhort.

.

 

An idea,

an illusion

or perhaps  an enthusiasm,

 mixed a bitty with confusion? 

Profoundness deep swallows the fellows in its grip,

lost together in the dark, before they

had been found and pulled by love and sound,

they came about to bare, the simple,

 sheer meaning of the word "share".

 

A cheese pithe,

warm coffee and a slice of graceful sigh.

A fruit of life, a simple faith and an abandoned fright.

 

A beam of love,

an eternal light.

 

For a moment there, all inane, unforgiven,

forgetful and insane, had vaporized.

 All there was left was the blissful warmth

 of the sunlight and the vanity outside 

remorsefully to scrutinize  and yet ...

to inevitably envy our innate sunrise.