100 Poems on Identity 6-10

Acrostics and regular sonnets exploring the truth of our identities

No. 6

 

When the lump I made in the fabric of this place

No longer moves and its pain is too strong to stand

I will rejoin my peers leaving but a trace

Of being with you these moments my visit spanned

But I take with me precious thoughts of the past

Memories of the ones I came to know

Spending some time with them that went too fast

Never to ever be forgotten though;

Oh they will forget me surely and what they read

Of the thoughts I wrote on their monitors in grief

Kindly remembering none of what was said

Like just another orange or brownish leaf

Fallen in the fall from some familiar tree

To the fires of decay in an ever ending spree!

No. 7

 

I was alone one night summers ago,

Looking inside to find myself in there

I found I was always harder to know,

Kind of like I was going but getting nowhere

Even imagining a point I was in . . .

Down in so far I could not see back out,

Overtly concerned I could only go in

Inside my intellect passed any doubt

Not realizing I was imagining it;

Going further in was not to do more

That had not been done when starting to do it

How to get out was by reason as before

I realized a mere image I am not

So what joins reason and imagination is all we’ve got.

 

 

No. 8

 

Another time I stared at the window pane

Newly realizing we are portals too,

Dimensions waiting between inane and sane

Yearning to create something and let it through

Only seeing down in is never enough …

Usually looking out destroys our thought;

Distractions stealing our finest stuff;

Otherwise what I say would not be sought

Instead we see looking down in, in you

The future is the same as looking out

And we know the past we see out there was true

Leaving some to believe beyond doubt

Some original entities made all this

Or some, new entity wants them all to be his?

 

 

No. 9

 

Of the things we must believe one must be true

For, of the things which are true there is only one

Carefully chosen each truth; one me and you,

One world and universe that is real when done.

Unable to prove or not to prove a God

Reason seems to indicate one in our choice

Several choices to choose from even and odd

Even what one cannot hear might be God’s voice

Heaven is full of things that must be believed

Even hell must be believed to really be

It must be for nothing else can be conceived

So, the judge must be neither and yet we see

It must be like us and really this is the deal

The difference being it decides which is real.

 

 

No. 10

 

But, I am not all reason and facts do not always abide;

Except when needed to survive or revive;

In me and if you are like us inside

Not just in our world where we are alive

Giving perfect reason over to the dead

Exaggerating truths to make a point

Mumbling truths that have to be what was said

Overly aggressive with those we anoint

Then when things get muddled we do the same

Ignore parts we know are our deserts

Ostracizing those we would rather blame

Not allowing others to do stuff causing hurts

After all we are reasonable people here

Laughing at those who are evil as if hell was near.

Author's Note

We are also emotional beings as well as capable of true reason.