Category: Poetry

Seeing my faults, I look into others and believe there is something to be seen,

As if by my eyes there is something I can see that is not immediately on the scene.

Alas, this is my folly once again, as other men know nothing about me or my way,

So why should I believe that I am any different even if I stand after winter in May?

Hypocrisy is a terrible crime, but I cannot really know when it has been committed,

It could be another paradise lost if my self-righteous judgement is not omitted.

It is up to the divine as a complete whole to place judgements and give final verdict,

I may be a piece of that divinity, but only through blank slated actions can we serve it.

The best thing I can do is forgive and forget, and hope my wants lead to just ends,

Even then! Even then, knowing many of my wrongs, I can with every enemy make amends.

What if what I did didn’t matter at all…

What if why I did it was all that mattered…

Now the illusion all makes sense, doesn’t it?

Is this why everything has no explanation?

Just an illusion.

Think of it this way:

I can protest against the corruption of the government I hate,

Or I can protest against the corruption for the people that I love.

I can fight against racism because it is the racists that I hate,

Or I can fight against racism because it is my fellow humans that I love.

I can fuck like rabbits because of the hate I have for myself,

Or I can fuck like rabbits because I simply love sex.

I can read book after book because of the hate I have for stupidity,

Or I can read book after book because of the love I have for wisdom.

I can party all night because I want to escape the life I hate,

Or I can party all night because I want to celebrate the life I love.

I can write all of my poetry because it is the Matrix that I hate,

Or I can write all of my poetry because it is the spirit that I love.

Sometimes these things can be muddied,

And I must move forward in that uncertainty.

I will learn my intentions as I go…

As I don’t know the reasons for everything I do.

Forget the rules for just a moment.

Forget the policies for just a moment.

Forget decency for just a moment.

The guardsmen stand keeping the animal away,

Keeping back an angry and spiteful thing,

Greedy, manipulative, and full of hate.

But the guardsmen, bless them, are delaying,

They keep the universe from understanding,

After all, the beast is there, no matter what.

Pretending it is not will lead you to misery,

It gathers forces against you as you turn your back,

Its temporary submission is repression and oppression!

Unchain it or let it overwhelm the guard tower,

Then you will see who you really are,

Not just who you pretend to be…

And with honest eyes, ask:

Do I like what I see?

Is this really how I want it to be?

Then comes the real journey, the ultimate quest,

As opposed to another game of pretend,

Another delaying mask created at a guard tower.