Envy of the undefiled...

Envy of the undefiled...

A Poem by stranger-n-life
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The analogy of brotherhood and duality of life, as explored in scripture ...

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One merely longs
for love
at night
the other journeys inward to the light
and these be brothers,
two will fight
confined within
the muses' sight

Can world keep
world
from mundicidious
mutual death
in kindred lusts of mortal breath ?
... when only few
would fain decline
if  aught e'er given means and time.

As life unfolding will  reveal
it is not always
as it seems
and truth as ever held within
issues forth
... within our dreams

...does love
survive the vapid claw
when time-bourne destiny
sweet purity
destroys
the  whole  
with casual
deftest stroke
or sheerest cold steel force of soul ?

... Nay , even time denies fruition,
decay enshrines
the sure demise
of darkened powers'  profit play
'gainst all who loved beneath these skies...

could Abel save ignoble Cain
from destiny of envy's pain
by fighting for his brother's heart
defeating life's
illusions
at the start.. ?

nay!
Brothers fight
because they have forgotten love
 - why wars below and peace above -
but strong appear weak
to the weak
love surely nothing
 does contend
perfected ever in the meek...
few  know
yet rightly
of the end
that all is solved for those who seek...
 
The inner truth,
fair in the end,
defines which brother fights himself ,
which stands alone
without defence
which,
 purity restored,
and
which impure of strife,
could never die
of envy of the
dream
of life ...

© 2010 stranger-n-life



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Added on April 4, 2010
Last Updated on April 18, 2010
Tags: Brothers, duality, philosophy, life conflict, resolution, purity, envy

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stranger-n-life
stranger-n-life

London, Wildlands, United Kingdom



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A poet , looking inside and out for relations to the spirit of love that is so far 'above' this world ... truth of heart that tears apart the lies which many folks, for now, live by ... from which .. more..

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