These evil days require you to grit your teeth in misery to survive,
But you have to realize life is more
Than staying alive:
You have to create magical kindness in the heart,
Follow the skyscraper skyline
While in ecstasy pursuing art;
But still, I grow weary of cops kicking the homeless
Down heartless streets,
I’ll have to go out west and live in the sand,
Dance at dusk upon the beach,
Later, on midnight dunes I’ll sleep.
Living out your Divinity involves a philosophy of beauty
And refusing to hurt anyone.
So true Uriah, turning your back on hatred and violence, is not always, ignoring it. Beauty is everywhere, as you so romantically describe in your poem, it is just grasping the concept in the minds eye. Beauty begets beauty. Life can be a beautiful experience again, thanks to love and art and poetic philosophy such as yours. Thanks for sharing it, Smiling at you, off to BedfordTaiLand, to zoom off to crashing oceans and fine golden sand between her toes! Whoooosh! ! ! ! ! Tai
If only the whole world had your compassion. I gave this poem a 10 because it exposes such a wonderful heart. Thanks for caring about those less fortunate. Barbara
Beautiful, compassionate and very uniquely Uriah Hamilton. Encore. Sandra
That's right... live and love, my friend. I appreciate the title and the poem's ideals very much. Esther : ]
I honestly have the same philosophy of life if this is yours. Very well written.
Uriah, I love the way you have expressed those sentiments I share wholeheartedly. It's not enough to 'put up with'. You need to follow your dream.... and it is a beautiful dream you show us, Uriah. Bless you. Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
'Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother, you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive. Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin', and we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.' The Bee Gees Yes staying alive is one thing but you remind us of that we need not just to be but to see too 'Living out your Divinity involves a philosophy of beauty And refusing to hurt anyone.' A divine poem from you -Pia
How neatly this poem perpetuates that old wondrous spirit of we-are-stardust of yonder woodstock times! Love to have your name recommended on my read-also list!
Yes, one grows weary, the instinct to flee grows strong. This poem beautifully expresses the tension between the need for an ideal reality - and reality. -Will
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey Uriah, that was a beautiful poem. It was really intelectual and heartfelt. Great work Uria, I hope u never stop writing and keep being your excentric wonderful self forever. Great work once again, smiles N hugs, Willow: -)