The Complex Art Of Humanity Poem by Angelo Turello

The Complex Art Of Humanity



It cant be easy
love makes pain
but regret makes long stories
they can't hate and love
there is space for one
your heart can only feel one
there aren't reasons for hate
because its snuffs out love
please

It gave you this love
a love
broken and flawed
but it
believes
that broken things
are meant to be
mended
and flaws
are only
human

tell me
is it
possible
to love
something
as
human
as
i?


it doesn't see difference
it sees living
dead
white
black
lonely
free
lost
broken
all the
same



don't watch pain
close your eyes
in the end
you will feel
it
rather than
see it

not all live
some only
exist

we breath
and live
creating
the complex art
of humanity
the very
idea that
we exist
to
make
scars

the sounds
have meaning
the words are nothing
until
there is
motion
and a
beginning

stories are meant to be told
and studied
but never
repeated
things are meant for
one existence
one memory
one ever

Sunday, September 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain
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