The Goal And The Failure

 

The human spirit is such a fragile instrument 

of nature so readily succumbing to the passion

of emotions from which rational judgement flees

knowing there can be no cerebral intervention 

possible  to contain either of the elemental 

emotions near yet so far from the echo chamber

of love and hate. The angels of our better natures

sit by dejectedly in the stifling atmosphere of 

suspicion, victimhood and hatred giving birth

to threats and violations of humanity's most 

coveted prize; to love and be loved. Perhaps they

are able to parse the moods and emotions that 

drive particular elements of the social order to 

fray its edges spreading rumour and innuendo in

a concerted regime of devaluing and slandering

the vulnerable, in the process finding satisfaction

in the dark dungeon of hatred. A mystery to those

who seek the light, attuned to the sweet fragrance

of love given and returned completing a life

cycle of certain value, leaving the haters to 

discover their purpose in the venom that courses 

through their meaningless lives in the process

irredeemably corrupting the legendary holy

grail of poets and lovers of a life well lived.