I Watch the Dance of Mankind

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    I Watch the Dance of Mankind

    I am the collaborated energies of a universal will;
    The conglomeration of physical entities,
    I am the ominous, romantic, lustful moon.
    Stars act as shrines to house my infinite loving soul,
    Fate’s gentle hand has placed me in life’s palm;
    An ever lasting train—of which glorious experiences cultivate,
    And to which the ancient energies of the past prevail.

    I am the uneducated drunkard—longing for female approval,
    The athletic disappointment that lost state, shunned by fatherly phantoms;
    I am the sophisticated composer, who desires immorality in my dull life.
    Accepting my own existence merely to appease, I watch the dance of mankind.

    I am the freemason—watching the world as if it were mine,
    And the lonely inner-city child, crying in confusion;
    And the old man who sold his life for minimum wage,
    And the genius artist—whose voice has been muffled by a proud wasteland.
    I watch the dance of mankind.

    Ever-lost in the ocean of a blinded civilization,
    I decided to befriend truth,
    And my soul emits holy light, but is consumed by the serpent.
    I am the lonely man in the ancient desert—with the red cloak,
    And I knew God, and he did show me the secrets,
    And he told me the only God is goodness;
    And he said, “Watch the dance of mankind—
    For when you do, you will know,
    And when you know, your voice will be heard."

    My soul wore heavy the burden of his words,
    And I watched the ways of the world.
    I am the mathematician—who spent my life in the realm of numbers;
    And the government that advocates freedom and peace,
    But instead engenders the wraith of immorality upon the populous,
    And I laugh emptily as my soul weeps,
    And I bark my patriotic chant—and I’m commended.
    I watch the dance of mankind.

    The obliterated bodies of a nuclear holocaust are my existence,
    And the cries of a sonless woman, who only wishes for answers;
    And I am the self-destructive male, who befriends substances,
    In a world that doesn’t listen.
    I am the opposing idea that is slaughtered in the name of God—
    And the lonely prostitute, who endures the soul matter of lonely men,
    And I am the guilty child, who stirs restlessly inside both of them.
    Luckily for me, I live in a world where it’s not too late;
    Where holy peace hasn’t been vanquished quite yet,
    Where righteous souls can open the eyes of the world,
    And where spirituality can be known, and where love can be celebrated.
    I am you,
    And I watch the dance of mankind.

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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