when you would have thought that nerve had gone, worn down,
when you would have thought that sense was a nub, tuckered out,
given a well deserved rest, after all, it was the best of each of us

maybe a glow, flickering in and out, a summer sun between clouds,
the occasional pang pinging, radiant, radiating in forgotten places,
luxury good, can’t longer afford, once, given with a happy reckless

crazy how love stays with me, low grade infection, ready to spread,
bud by morning, afternoon full blossom, black wilt by next daylight,
can’t decipher, finally decide, these tremors make old age life worthy?

absent, but memorized slivers, old poems, drive by glances of places,
hurt like hell so briefly, double over, no one notices, so fast dispensed,
it’s crazy how love stays with me,
and it’s a crazy that tastes so good,
hurts so awfully good, so badly bad

perhaps that is why behind my back,
not to my face, they whisper,  call me,
the guy, still crazy after all these years,
just still crazy after all these tears, or just,
                                 still crazy

Another dawn these eyes have seen,
Do you really have to leave?
Why are you so keen?
Didn't you like it here?  

Too late too late, was when we met,
And you became the reason,  
My eyes stay wet,
Whenever I think of you,

All the beautiful things,  
Have at last gone away,  
To teach us perhaps a lesson,
That nothing ever stays,

The threat has gone away,
but still the fear stays..

I'll bear the consequences of falling in love with you.
Yet, you always make my heart flutter,
whether you sincere of your feeling,
or even it was just because you are that kind of person.

The pain will forever scar,
but the love will stays.
hoping that the consequences will turn around to you.

The blue planet twirls.
Humans call it days.

They all live and breathe
under Sun's golden rays.

Smoke comes and goes,
so does life's ways.

The human heart is
what forever stays.

So check it twice.
It bears God's gaze.

His work on it
is what remains.

Those who seek him,
he will raise.

Can It Be?

Can it be that we
No longer have to worry,
Be concerned about IQ and such,
It not much longer meaning much
When something’s to be learned?

Can it be we do not need those centers
To adapt and enter
Higher states,
Taking in non-useful crates
Of knowledge and/or information.

Wouldn’t that be lovely…
Days that don’t demand the shove
Of knowledge from an app
To make you happy?

Synapse, axon, neuron:
Hordes of intricate connections
Just to reach a level new;
Some new standard, some new status
You consider you.

Well, it seems that they’ve discovered
What you probably knew all the time:
You only need a darned few dendrites,
Through the days and nights
Of facts and figures all around;
Surrounding signals chemical/electric
To slow down the darned runaround.

Can it be that life that thrives
Is simpler than our brains surmise
From all the data thrown at us?

Maybe just a little meditation
And the silencing of motion
In the ocean of illusion
And the feeding of a news that’s false -
What we’re really needing,  
The concoction and the potion
Has been right before our noses
All the time.

Can It Be? 3.29.2018 Our Times, Our Culture II;  Revelations Big & Small; Arlene Corwin