“A man is born gentle and weak. At death, he is hard and stiff. Green plants are tender and filled with sap. At death, they are withered and dry. Therefore, the stiff and unbending is the disciple of death, and the gentle and yielding is the disciple of life.” ~ Lao Tzu
“You will never know how much it has cost my generation to preserve YOUR freedom. I hope you will make a good use of it.” – John Adams
Imagine a conversation between Dr. Jeckyll and Dr. Frankenstein on their lifework…
Duality Revisited by Michael Romani In the duality That we are There's an active pull Never in equality Out of balance just so far Trampled by the running bull Somewhere in the midst of Good and evil Dark and light Hatred and love Modern yet primeval As day is to night These are the things That make us afraid to touch Caught up in this in-between Whatever our life song brings Sometimes a bit too much For purity an less than obscene This is what I've come Come to find and believe Is the truth of all of this In the mutuality of our kingdom We dress in truth to deceive Or, is there something here that I miss? (c) March 19, 2019 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved
Some folks have a dark side to them… some of us like to write about them..
Darkness Into Light by Michael Romani Some prefer the cool and dreamy Some more like the dark and steamy Some push to the extreme However, pleasant it may seem All of this to conquer fear All of this to vanquish tears Finding refuge in the blood Putting away clean boots for mud Something there uncivilized Something there remains reviled Death comes to all defiled All of this somehow reconciled There is darkness within Something deeper than mere sin Slaves we are to our passion We ask not for compassion The gloves remind us to not Itch the things we've forgot Who wants to know our sin Who even knows where to begin There's a stillness to the night There's a stillness that isn't right All the quietness that serves to remind Of all those things we'd left behind There's a darkness in the knight We wish banished by morning's light There's a darkness in our sight That curses boldly at the light Each tomorrow brings a new day Each tomorrow coming in its own way We lift the veil of our secrets to no one Least our innermost souls come undone (c) March 19, 2019 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved
“A wise and frugal government … shall restrain men from injuring one another, shall leave them otherwise free to regulate their own pursuits of industry and improvement, and shall not take from the mouth of labor the bread it has earned.” – Thomas Jefferson (1801)
“It’s best to give while your hand is still warm.” – Philip Roth, novelist (19 Mar 1933-2018)
Said differently and I think better by the Red Rocker himself, Sammy Hagar:
Admittedly, two poems on the same topic in the same day isn’t my usual style. That being said, as I was looking at concept of what it means for the human race that money might well buy its way to an ‘a-mortal’ class of person, it seemed to have some implications worth exploring:
Human 2.0 by Michael Romani It's something a little more cerebral than sublime To believe science advances one funeral at a time Still as technology replaces the knowns of nature We might need some other sort of nomenclature To describe what might be known as the new biology And still yet another for the ethics of a new theology No longer will both be quite as normal as commonplace There will require new perceptions put into place Human 2.0 will mostly likely still have a tarnished soul And will still know sadness, pain and the need to console But will have at least twice the lifetime's span In which we'll need to rethink, redream and re-plan The a-mortals walking tattoo down sunny Fifth Avenue Just might hold themselves superior to me and to you Believing themselves a near immortal sort of generation Worthy of worship, lordship and faithless veneration But they'll be trembling gods filled with anxiety Fearful of all of life and its high loss complexity Enslaving lessers to service rather than risking infinity Knowing the slightest mistake might cost eternity Like boys crying wolf, narcissists seek their immortality And with each step closer, they work to live out their legacy Becoming one with the tattered pages of living history Turned one by one insistent on becoming their own legacy But what if all they learn is what we readily turn to see Already known is that extending life can be without dignity And that there are natural limits to most of everything Even that of living as one that is fully a human being (c) March 18, 2019 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved
Regard well the moments of your life and never disregard a chance given to tell someone you care about or who needs an encouraging word those things that you might say to make their world better. You never know when you might not have the chance again. That’s all I am saying…
The Last Days of Death by Michael Romani Death it seems, exceeding all of our dreams, Has become seen as just another technicality No mere promise of rainbows and moonbeams We may just escape this in the 21st Century We humans have quite the iron clad legacy With death near defining our known frailty Science, however, is edging on the capability Or removing these constraints of mortality No longer a matter of living rushing here Only to just rush off to some other there Time itself is and will become redefined As our lives, step by step, become realigned A world without death will surely change our views In all the many ways and things that we value All of this comes as we learn to grow into ease All of these little deaths that we know as disease Thinking back to the not so distant days of 1905 A man my age would be entirely blessed to be alive Today all things are becoming seen as technicality In overcoming all of these, we reshape our biology What will the Grim Reaper find to do now When this becomes our truth somehow? There will soon come a day, he may no longer tap Will he himself find it's time to take that nap? We fight and find a way to extend our expiration date Pushing to stay young as long as it's not too late Even Google has joined hands in this fight against death It's a good fight fought until our last breath The mantra resolves better to live than to die And no sensible person dares ask and question why And while it seems there is good what then of equality? That is when only some can buy their way into immortality... (c) March 18, 2019 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved
“To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.” –
“The greatest good we can do our country is to heal its party divisions and make them one people.” – Thomas Jefferson (1801)
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