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an avatar...
by Charlie Morgani jumble the jargon to fit a ragamuffin's
head-he of another, younger-different, generation;
it falls heavily to the floor, poofs! wobbles lower,
sawdust toward heaven, gets six inches.
i am an avatar; a replicant; a same; another-
different me; God produced in his allowance of Love.
my virtual reality is flowing and fulfilled daily;
sated; sad for my Grandson's future, glad for mine
fearful of that moment when even my avatar is taken
from the gameboardEarth, our true first Heaven.
it is a life sentence; convicted for breathing, eating,
existing. your goal, during this inmate stay is simple:
Learn LOVE, then learn how to BE LOVE itself. 10/07/2011 Posted on 10/07/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/08/11 at 02:56 PM The young ones keep us focused, Charlie, on the important stuff. I like. |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 10/09/11 at 04:51 AM I have missed reading your poetry in my hectic life Charlie, i'm glad one of the first ones I've read when I found the time was yours! |
| Posted by Keith McFarlane on 10/29/11 at 07:01 AM Been years, chaz -- your words grow ever more meaningful/purposeful, missed 'em. I'm feeling the confines of gameboardEarth recently, the desert of the real... good to read your thoughts again! Peace... |
| Posted by Lori Blair on 11/27/11 at 11:54 PM Your words speak to me as if I've been within a dream for far too long..that final line especially..thank you ever so much |
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