What Could Be
What Could Be
By Tony DeLorger © 2012
Without qualm I admit,
I am and always will be a devoted and relentless optimist.
How I see the world is filtered through what could be,
not what crawls in the human mire of refuse,
slithering in the dark corners of twisted minds.
Potential is all I see and sadness for it wanting,
the lost dreams that love will transform even the darkest souls.
Sometimes the sadness is overwhelming,
opportunities lost to greed and self-gratification,
the shadow thoughts that reject light outright.
What could be is miraculous and blissful,
yet still, souls choose the base actions of ignorance,
the misguided will of contempt and hatred,
perpetuating the lies that hold our lives to ransom.
The lie is powerful and binding,
driven to hold us to its breast, to suckle the poison,
and keep us caught within the web of disenchantment.
Yet answers are always simple,
if minds search within the heart, allow light to reveal truth.
Love is all that ever matters in life,
the very core of our potential and enlightenment,
solely the saviour of our lost and empty existence.
Without it we are doomed to suffering at our own hands,
the cycles of pain the failure of our learning.
Resistant to the pain of life’s antagonists,
I still bleed from the state of humanity,
drawing each breath with laboured will,
and the realisations of ineptitude.
But in the end the optimist lives,
seeks light in the dark rooms of a shattered mind,
a bruised and battered body,
but a heart steadfast and resolute.
What could be
lives in vibrant tones within me,
visioned fearlessly and unendingly,
and slowly the world will follow,
one day to accept the light and find true potential.