Standards
You are beloved still
and thoughts are tender
which mine mind speaks softly
unto my heart
so secretly are they
conveyed within mine self
to be hidden from you
that you might not treat them
as inconsequential
or lightly esteemed
for so many give praises
on clothing external
for so conspicuous a talent
I sought the face behind
the visable
that core of tapestry
of character so clouded
by the gloss what the world
deems ascent
where a mans praise
is what he paints
and not what he values
to color this orders conceit
as the heigth of expressions
and self aggrandizement
over ones peers
as healthy competition
and pulled are we
twixt the masters
a heart which dispises injustice
and the accolades of the systems
praise
I can not love the world order
though I care dearly
for its children
I despise its values
do we judge that its princes
have more worth
than its paupers
that the rich
have more virtue than
one not holding wealth
in admiration
what standard has the world raised
does any exceed
the absolute laws of love
what have been its reflections
the mirror of its values
what fruit has it produced
answer me this
from whence is its source
that its display might be
seen in its depth today
that mankind hold
no accountability
to the cosmos or himself
but the mad pursuit of
self importance , ego
yet I would lend you my
esteem for so great a many
qualities
that I love in man
that I seek in them
those things that are true
treasures yet
and shall always be
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
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