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"A Letter to an Untempered Soul" by Eric Wayne Flynn

Updated on February 19, 2016
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"A Letter to an Untempered Soul"

Unrestrained and free, floating somewhere in between the sum of it all

Did you know that there is cherry ice cream in Purgatory?

I mean, some people don't even have clean water to drink

While we on the other hand swim in it

Blessed with so much and dammit I want more

It's not enough to sustain this life, I demand a pink umbrella in an ice cold drink on a tropical shore

Somewhere where the indigenous people were slain and their spirits have become decor or ambience

Somewhere with pure white sand to curl up my toes and snap off a selfie or two

I look over, under your umbrella, and I see the envy in you

And you see the envy in me, and we compare and covet

And our tangible comforts cake up sweetly on our brains

Corroding our circuitry, our connection

Severed heads, jaws agape and unhinged, so what blows along the wind?

A story of excess, just some garbage tumbling aimlessly down the beach and then down on in

And where is soul?

It's covered, buried somewhere in the sand

Monkey see, monkey do, the untempered soul making monkeys of us man

I say, I say, we earned these excesses all in spite of God

As somebody is starving and nibbling on the crust of a diamond wrist watch

And then they buy chains and gold and bear a false cross; a noose for our collected necks

Trinkets that will weigh us down when we try to swim, as we sit here and float

Glittering in the sand, objects are empty, empty objects see nothing beyond the sky

Empty are we? Empty are you? Empty am I?

And it's only us that can become a vessel to fill the void

So we fill and we empty, make love and then destroy

And then we build it all anew, and our vicious appetites become acidic, eating up bone and marrow

And we make excuses for the procession and the common practice

And we adorn what's left behind with flowers

Thus reassuring ourselves that it's all the pretty things that can make it all right

And it's from the perspective of the rose that we watch deception blossom into love

And then it dies somewhere, slowly on a window sill, and it is then quickly replaced

And you realize you had it all wrong

Your energy was way off

You never knew love

To you it was just a sound

Something to get lost in the wind

A collection of petals, strewn about, leading to nowhere











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      Eric Wayne Flynn 17 months ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thank you MssKrss, glad this piece evoked a yes.

      EWF

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      Kristin Currin-Sheehan 17 months ago from San Clemente, CA

      Yes. And my soul says yes.

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 19 months ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thanks Dana I am glad you enjoyed it, and yes anyone who battles darkness to find light has conviction and your words definitely made that evident to me in my eyes. Best to you and thanks for the visit as always.

      EWF

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      Dana Tate 19 months ago from LOS ANGELES

      Empty are we? Empty are you? Empty am I? I loved this verse. In a sense, we do feel empty, and we try to fill the void with anything and anyone we can find but it cannot be filled. The more we acquire the more we want. The saddest thing I've ever seen is when I talk with people who are old. Men, who didn't value their wife and kids. Women who didn't take care of their children and single women who missed their husbands looking for something that the fairytales wove for them. They forever chased what I call "fools gold" which is a happiness that can only be attainable with the understanding of the true meaning of life. By the way, I love the comment you left on my latest hub "conviction", huh, I never saw it that way, but now that you mentioned it makes sense.

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 19 months ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thanks Missy, I am definitely obsessive in my observations, although I observe others to extreme lengths it doesn't compare to my self assessment or the observations of my demeanor and actions and how they effect others around me. The first step in loving others is loving yourself and this world has a hard time loving itself. Keep up the good fight and thanks for visiting; always appreciated.

      EWF

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      Missy Smith 19 months ago from Florida

      You really captured the way a lot of people have become in this world, Eric. I was speaking with another hubber recently here about observance, and boy, let me tell you, you are a brilliant observant. You have really told this perfectly; envy, greed, and just getting lost with senseless emotions, when we should be concentrating on being ourselves and loving ourselves for who we are. I try to do that everyday. I mean how we could all get along and love each other, if we didn't try to size each other up so much. I don't want to exhaust myself with the game called "Keeping up with the Jones'" so I just will not do it; that simple. Wake up world! Great Hub!

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 19 months ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thanks Jodah, you know my work front to back, so your opinion is extremely valued and carries weight. It's good to know all the things you said. As always, much appreciation and respect.

      EWF

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 19 months ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Hi Surabhi, thanks for the visit and the kind words.

      EWF

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      John Hansen 19 months ago from Queensland Australia

      Eric, I keep saying that your latest poem is the best yet. Well it has happened again. I wish I had written this. Superb in every way. I wish it wasn't all so true.

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      Surabhi Kaura 19 months ago

      I like it. Superb! Thanks for the share, Eric.

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 19 months ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thank you Ruby, the visit and kind words are much appreciated.

      EWF

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 19 months ago from Southern Illinois

      " A collection of petals leading to nowhere. " Wow, this was deep and spot-on. I saw the people running through life without ever looking up as I read this. Brilliant indeed....

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 19 months ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thank you Annasmom, you always have a deep understanding of the direction in which my words are pointed. I appreciate the visits very much.

      EWF

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      annasmom 19 months ago

      OMG...I love this. I love all the sentiment. It is so true, we chase these temporary ideals, never comprehending the fact that life ends and all the stuff in the world is meaningless. This is strong and well-written. Thank you.