Socrates

I am bound;

Because I believe so strongly

That all we really possess

Is the present tense

And all the principles - 

Each noble truth

That We discover in this Condition -

I am bound, therefore,

Despite every thinking Man's word

Every spiritual Man's feeling

Despite every apathetic Man's indifference;

Lo! I am bound

With such Profound conviction

To drink this Hemlock!

I love you forever

Fully

And without condition

And I am bound by that

Even if you tell me to stand down

My love is never angry

Never ashamed

And it is as real as the Present Tense

So I am bound

Irrevocably so

To drink

To die

To feel

To know

That my love was impervious

To any of my former trappings

That my love was perfected

By its own death

By the bitter taste

The room temperature cold

The runny, floral accents

Of the Hemlock.

My Loss, the Bengal Tiger

My Loss
Is a Bengal Tiger
Raging
Biting
Clawing
Attention-occupying
And only after weeks
Of the biting
I realize
The true nature
Of unconditional love:
That the animal bites
Are a direct and mutilating
cause and effect
Of me holding his chain.
I must release him
Let him escape
Forgive
And never stop loving.

Real Freedom

Real freedom:
Realizing 
In the event of cataclysm
Or natural disaster
I would be content
To step off this train
This delayed
Noisy train
And with my bag
Shorts
And comfy shoes
Walk the earth
Persisting 
To be constantly present.

Wake up each and every day
And before you leave your home
Tell yourself in no uncertain terms
Be good and nice
To everyone today
No
Matter
What.
Be patient especially.

Now go do greatness.

As the love they shared for each other
began to flood in,
at that very moment
the soldiers stood down
to let the lovers embrace,
And a contrite and airy spring rain
began to fall
and embrace his bare skin.
The skies then parted
as the lovers did,
and the baptism of sorts was complete.

I'll never forget
Where I was
And what I was wearing
Doing
Seeing
Smelling
The Day
All my lyrics became
So surreptitiously
True.

Permanence

My dream dropped me in the Ocean
And as I hit the water
The scarcity of Light showed me
The Absence is eternal;
The Peace, Complete.
Best accept the permanence.

When I Fail to Connect to the Muse

Optimistic Man
In the Throws of your Anxiety
Remember that you are so much more
Than you remember

Heroic Woman
You continue to be so keen
You have unclogged your outlet
It is pure; it is streaming

Altruistic Homeland
You are always in my sights
How badly I would root and bear fruit
To fill up your parks and streets

Beloved Lovely
In my most self-absorbed trials
You place a hand on my cheek
And let the Warrior stand down

Elusive Muse
In your greatest glimpses
You can show me only potential
Whilst I choke words out of me

O, Enigmatic Universe
I toil, and toil, and toil
To taste Your Successes
While you chip, chip, chip at my Will.

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One hundred eighty-two days
And I am a new man
I am fearless
About facing fear
You have molded and hardened the armor
Thank you.

Lost and down, my
Undivided friend
Calls to me.
You carry it with you

The Painter

I put yellow and blue together
So you see Green
I take all the light and forms
To form the Light of what I mean
You have been the blurry focus
Right of center, in the shade
And our child, in the middle
Of the canvas we have made

I do accept your feelings freely
And I give you what I can
But so much of me is what I do
So much of who I am
Within this mass of people
With their parasols and lace
I find nothing as appealing
Than the study of your face

My art has turned to science
And my science turned to truth
So I tell you I still love you
And attempt to show you proof
You are always in my painting
You are always on the wall
You are what the people look for
When they look from down the hall

So put black and white together
And finally see the grey
And take all the blurs and shadows
From the words that I say
You will see the way that I see
You will see the living proof:
The greatest thing I ever made
Was all because of you