100 Poems on Identity 11-15

Acrostics and regular sonnets exploring the truth of our identities.

No. 11

 

One time love even came to life for me …

Not thinking I let it, somehow get away ….

Cold, lonely, and broken hearted I tried to see …

Every night I prayed it would come next day …

It never did and I healed though sadness stayed …

Working with God I wanted only to love

And any woman might have made the grade

Seemingly sent from the heavens above …

Instead finding substitutions confused

Nearly being loved with being adored,

Longing for love we found God was amused

Or we dishonored him and so were abhorred …

Violently my faith died though bravely …

Even now God is only part reality.


No. 12

 

To find your identity in your lover’s heart

After helping to change their loving mind

Is to kill your faith before you even start

Like wanting to see by making both eyes blind,

For to know the road and pretend to be surprised

It leads to a place you knew it would go from the first

Is to attempt to fool yourself and ill-advised

For it leads to a place you may not know is the worst.

How could anyone ever trust you again?

How could you trust yourself after that?

Without trust even love cannot ever win,

A cat is a cat even when it is a rat;

But whether a cat or a rat you are what you are,

The practical eyed dead in the road, or a star!

No. 13

 

Around me is hatred but also love surrounds

Ambivalence abounds as does ignorance

My human suit is always there it sounds

Even as the brain I use as I take this stance

As the poisonous air harms it beyond repair

That brain speaks of rain in the morning light

I swear it barely knows I am there somewhere

Where really we are all at in my sight,

For when I leave my mankind suit behind

Going back where once I came from at first

Back then before I entered time to find

Being potentially human was not my worst,

For I go home a pleasured beast at best

Hungry for the last of my meals my, forever’s rest.

No. 14        

 

We are not what we see …? Then what are we

In that place between that seen and what we are;

Little bits of consciousness learning to be

Little frequencies ever so slightly ajar?

Your brain lies to you too when it proclaims

Of all the things you see you made them thus,

Unless you are the Divine the right one names

Something is wrong lest we made you and you us

Unless we made Hitler, and he made us too,

Ridiculous truth but true to the nth degree

Verifiably so since what you do

I also do to you and we equally see;

Vanishing Hertz that I cannot understand

Even your different sounds in my mind are but contraband.

 

No. 15

 

Can I write things into my mind I have never known?

A logical item never encountered before?

Nothing thought of that changed everything shown

To a conscious human brain; just one thing more?

A fresh way of seeing something very old?

Forever nothing before seen as brand new

Everything never known before, the mold

Wherein everything else was at last made true

Lots of nothingness molding everything real

Incipient conscious nothingness saw it first;

Viable truth is that nothing is real in the deal

Except one knows everything else burst

Only conscious nothingness could know all things;

Nothing knows everything else its Nothingness brings.