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The End Of The Age

Lost Illusions by @ThierryTig

I walked Soi 10
at twilight
carrying water
and thinking
of Stephen Hawking
calling the time of death
on philosophy
and seeing a silhouette
of a young thai woman
on her balcony
in her doorway
observing me
I glanced up
three times
and her eyes
were still there

I passed thinking
of other kinds
of life forms
on other planets
the possibilities

I think reality
is so very measured
that I don't understand
how it could be an accident
but I don't believe
in some old man
in the sky
looking down on me
loving me conditionally

I see the entirety
in the eyes
of each part
I see "God"
in their love

Surely this
is the end
of the age

of fear
and war
and separatism.

The Grand Design


  1. i wish there was an end to the age of fear and war and separatism...beautiful poem theron and i really think we can see god in the eyes of someone loving us

  2. ah i could only wish as well...a new enlightenment, one in which love was more than barter on the street war

  3. So many don't know how to seperate nowadays, it's all or nothing too quickly, no rhyme or reason. Theron, this piece was truly moving and very well thought out my friend

  4. We are always trying to define things that can't be defined. The fear thing has got to go. I really like your message in this one.

  5. bless you, your words do ring very true,

  6. Greetings,

    How is your day?

    Please share your poetry with JP potluck today,
    Have fun!

    Love your talent, as always, appreciate your support.

    Old poems or poems unrelated to our theme are all welcome!


  7. I see the entirety in the eyes of each part i see "God" in their love
    ~ i loved that part! So vivid freedom, wonderful imaginery thru reality.
    :-) you're such a a head in a clouds theron you are amazing.


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