Humanity Perfected

This is pure phisophical exploration.

A child asleep, humanity perfected?

Tears hide behind this frail charade of bliss.

What lies beneath is not what you've expected.

The spell is broken by a foolish kiss.

The anguish lies beneath eyes gently sleeping.

Your ears don't hear the dreamer's lonely weeping.

 

A child at play, humanity perfected?

Laughter sings that nightmares have no power.

Heart open wide, no friendship is rejected.

The smell of joy fragrant from each flower.

Stuck down by lightning from cloudless, sunny skies.

Paradise is lost, mind burnt behind blue eyes.

 

A child growing, humanity perfected?

Faith promises realization of dreams.

Work is driven by goals from dreams projected.

Hope calls forward, past disapointment's screams.

The mind perceives a glimps of dark foreboding.

Slippery feet, foundations start erroding.

 

A child is grown. Humanity perfected?

Reality in check, forward thinking.

Values in place, morality inspected.

Roots planted is the soil, never blinking.

In the quite night, peacefull sleep is broken.

The cry of pain is strangled, never spoken.

 

A child finds love.  Humanity perfected?

Flying over the worries of this earth.

Soul filled. Loneliness gone. Now connected.

Mated, creating visions of new birth.

Numbness, so deep it stings hands once held dear.

Agony, twisting the heart, dripping with fear.

 

A child bears fruit.  Humanity perfected?

Awakened soul, now sensative to touch.

Compelled to pass the wisdom earth's collected.

The cup is overflowing from so much.

Panic freezes, dread happenings repeated.

Back alive, a past that was deleted.

 

A child is aged. Humanity perfected?

Years molded wisdom, crowning cold hard facts.

Circumstances mixed with choices selected,

Legacy given, heredity acts.

Each stepp brings pain, arthritic memory taunt.

Futility mocking, your dreams only haunt.

 

A child is dead. Humanity perfected?

No more suffering, pain completely gone.

Soul now waits for the body resurrected.

Pressure released, soul escapes mortal bond.

This earth will not perfect frail humanity.

Perfection, you know, is human vanity.

 

 

Author's Note

Each moment of life is not just two sides of pro and con, good or bad, yin and yang. It is more like the many facets of a cut diamond. The light will catch it so many different ways as you inspect it for beauty and for flaws. Hope you enjoyed this. Yes a bit long winded...

Reviews

[quinfinn]

it was long, but not long winded. but you gave it full circle and completed the cycle of life and pointed out, rightly, the many facets of humanity and what it means to be perfect. in my opinion there is no perfection which is total because it is the imperfection in things which makes them beautiful, memorable, relevant.
like that mole on Marilyn Monroe's cheek or that gap between Ernest Borgnine's teeth. memorable, beautiful, perfect! great write, David

[David Scott]

I think you got to the core of things with your review! Thank you Quin.

[quinfinn]

a pleasure to read!

[A love for poetry]

Hmm... very insightful, mixing truths and modernity together, is a way for people to relate well to this poem.

[David Scott]

Thank you for reviewing. It is helpful to consider what it really is that one should strive towards... I will hv to investigate the word "modernity". :-)
Be well Isaac.

[A love for poetry]

Yes... I used the word "modernity" to describe the menacing over powering science over traditional thought. From Craig A.P conceptual dictionary; it says modernity is a period characterized by the "privileging of science and "rationality" over traditional thought and action. Modernity also refers to a specific period in the development of thought and is based on the assumption that human progress can be engineered by science. All of which I try very hard to steer clear of... but that's basically the context of the word modernity that I have used... as some parts of this poem made me think of this word. ^_^

[David Scott]

Thanks for that. I enjoyed it.
That was my intuitive thought, but I had never used the word myself. You did a great job with it.

[A love for poetry]

Most welcome; ooh, I found a typo as I read through it again. 5th line second to last paragraph. (stepp)...

Yes, such a great poem here...

[Marie]

Each phase of life is completion of the last, its goodness and its bad...perfection is a two-sided coin...

[David Scott]

Thank you Marie. Your comments are always thoughtful. Did you read my Author's note? I think of it as the many sides or facets in a diamond... Two sides just seems to simplistic and everyone just seems to say it and take it for granted.
Anyhow... I do go on. Thank you for reading.

[Ruth]

This is superb!
A really emotive piece...
The phases of life with their ebb and flow, I believe this is perfectly poised...and released!
xox

[David Scott]

Thank you Poppy. You are the first to review this poem. I had high hopes for it... I tend to get stuck in my head too much though...
I am glad you felt the release at the end. It was meant to have a conclusion. Unlike so much philosophy today that is left open ended but does not release the reader from the concept and then feels pointless.

[Ruth]

Most welcome, enjoyed :)