TRAPPED
The walls of my jail are the walls of my mind
And my fear is the lock on the door
My eyes are the windows; they only see in
But then what would they glance outward for ?
No happenings of wonder lie hid in my cell
There’s no thoughts there worth listening to
For I’m trapped and my freedom’s been taken from me.
Can you say you’re a prisoner too?
If you spoke, disengaging the lock with your key,
And unleashed your thoughts, let them run free
Would the minds of philosophers tune into yours?
Would the world a much better place be?
There are secrets outside which my eyes can’t behold
Smoother sounds I am longing to hear
But I’m only conditioned to lie in my jail
With my constant companion , Cold Fear
How would you cope, free spirits, were you in my shoes?
Would you let out the scream of despair
As you run to your priests or psychiatrist friends?
Would you feel you deserved of their care?
For myself I know who is to blame for this cell
I designed it and built without aid
And I need no assistance so long as I stay
I’m alone but my soul’s unafraid
Only once did a ghost call me softly to come
And my hopes gave the voice misty face
Then my sleepy companion, Fear, clawed at my soul
‘Til my eyes readjusted to space
Do not waste of your pity on one such as I
I know more than you’d ever conceive
When the view from my prison looks brighter to me
I will grant myself instant reprieve
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Existential
Existential, the quintessence
Of a pure philosophy
Man creating, activating
Each one knowing he is free
No demeaning others' values
No denying others' rights
Living for one's own existence
Breathing daily life's delights
Why has our way bred delusion
Could we not foresee this end
Or could this be our beginning
As our own minds we transcend
As like hatchlings we're emerging
Rising to a new-found dawn
Cleansed of our pre-suppositions
Existentially reborn
Coward Heart
I was tinkering with my thoughts
Rearranging in my mind
Aiming at some definition
Stumbling, lost and almost blind
All the shadows gathered softly
Like the figures on a wall
In the cave of comprehension
Dancing silhouettes enthral
Was I trying to unravel
Knots I’d tied with such great care?
I could turn to face the sunlight
If my coward heart would dare
Only those who fear the future
Turn their backs toward the flame
Certain sure the dancing shadows
Give Reality her name
But I yearn to feel the colours
Taste the sunlight on my tongue
Touch a rainbow with my fingers
Watch a year grow old from young
So I tinker in the caverns
Where the shadows stupefy
Plato’s voice is here to plague me
“Turn and look toward the sky!”
All those shadows undulating
Are but dust motes to deceive
Socrates had all the questions
Truth and lie can interweave
Even time itself is fickle
I have written this before
Wasting time maybe my forte
Coward heart! I’ll waste no more!
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