Category Archives: Philosophy

Musings on a Whim

Question to be alive, and to be free;

But do not question me.

Question to feel the sun, and what your mind calls benevolent,

But do not forget that otherwise you’ll regress.

Question absurdity, question antitheses, question to besiege;

But do not question,

Do not question me

And certainly do not question anything.

For me, for I agree

Wednesday dreams leave me feeling serene,

But Sunday,

That Sunday sun sings it’s rhythms like no one.

Flags and freedom, oh, a guy can dream.

And I feel serene.

And I feel serene.

Your tangible face, while yes, it drifts away,

I’m not apologetic, but I’m not apathetic.

And cream, it sits at the top, waiting for me.

And I feel redeemed.

Monday lifts me up on my heels, screaming scathing onerous drills.

I dream of quitting; a dream surreal,

And I feel surreal.

‘Cause quite lately I have been eating cake.

I have been both in possession of said cake, and I have been defiant in eating it as well.

I am blessed, can’t you tell?

Bonus et Sapiens                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             A la Craig

Quiet lies hide the tide of change

That tries to bloom.

Indiscretion hides a bitter life of regret;

I can’t forget.

Some Sunday sun

Seems benevolent.

I question and I try to remain indifferent,

But the tides, like the ides,

Forbid me from reminiscing

Forbid me from forgiving

Forbid me from living and breathing,

For they only know bereaving.

Conscience, I’ve lived.

Decrepit, and at once livid:

I foresee a day,

A day as righteous as a flower in May.

I deliver my thanks

And I consecrate my

Banks of knowledge.

I’ve got knowledge.

But can I forget all this that I’ve tried to beget?

I want to be a new sapling; a tree. I want to be, but I want to be me.

Futile Fragility

Finally filtered, finally fraught.

Finally purchased, a soul I have bought.

Education redeems and, child, I have seen

The days where the days weren’t so clean to be dreamed.

A stand in the center, a stand of the scene.

Alone and unrobed and unmasked; polluted, it would seem.

The drugs that they give us! The signs that we see!

Enlightenment surely must be fast in our reach.

I dream, find me. Come see, blind me.

The words that I use, the words that you see,

The plans that you dream of but rarely complete,

The land of the masses and information technology,

All leave us incomplete.

To answer a question, to story-tell well,

To be and to think and realistically dwell,

We learn how to learn and to look, listen, smell.