Lorenzo Ardea was selected by his family from southeastern NC cabbage page in the late 1960's. The survivor of numerous car crashes, drug overdoses, and woeful career choices, Lorenzo is wracked with survivor's guilt. If Pascal can have his wager, why can't Ardea? So we begin by prostrating for You, Vishnu, Neshandra, Mohammad, Jesus, Mephistopheles, and Granny - give me the words, the links, the dank meme starters, the pithy, profound, and profane. Pour it forth for the humans, in particular dear gods, I beg you reach the ears of the wayward Brother Poggio. All my posts for the Dehi, Poggio, Dalai Farmer, and of course you dear reader.
Lorenzo Ardea - A Love Sonnet circa 2015
The mind wanders to judge and inside starts.
Dogma’s pressure steadily doth pursue.
Broken vows to self and service equal parts.
A lack of deeds is mine alone to rue.
Hang the foul heretic, instigator.
He boasts the crimes, spare not the rule or rod.
Half hearted, soft stroke, self flagellator.
A following sentence direct from God.
With no cathedrals sowed to ease the pain
Nee’r a moment worth the page, all is lost.
His laughter and tears the odd strangers gain.
Where be the reward of such a steep cost!?
In children and hope, in good intentions.
In love and kindness, in new conventions.
