Post by thefleetsin on Mar 25, 2017 1:19:36 GMT
i need no god to comfort me
i could not wait
till
death nil came,
to reassess
if life is vain.
for i was once a man of thought,
who listened boldly
with my heart.
to friend and strangers vast discourse
i plotted out
my sinners course.
against the instincts of those men
whose rhetoric was
to incense:
my primal urge to just be me,
to swim against this moral sea.
this current of divine retort,
i swam until
i reached this port.
that harbored me in my own light
of reason
and of knowing right.
that all i've said and all i've done
is righteous in itself
i've come
to know the tenderness of men
divined by
seeking out a friend.
who found his harbor next to me,
a ship of fools we'll set to sea.
and watch the gods of other worlds
who sit and spin their chiseled words
upon the fickle and forlorn
whimpering to be reborn.
i need no god to comfort me,
adrift upon my sinner's sea.
as friend reached out and grabbed an oar
as gods did wave from safety's shore.
we did not look to say farewell,
we sailed our ship right through their hell!
and let the winds of time decide
who would be captain who would ride,
the crest of each and every wave
was everest or sailors grave!
i would not know a god like him,
a man who resonates like wind.
who shares the bounty of his heart
is god enough for me to start.
this whittling of my poet's knife
to friendship i am wed for life.
if vain my life turns out to be
at least i lived inside his sea.
© sjw 11/16/09 inspired at this very moment in time by… he will know who he is.
from the 'benevolent series' of poems
i could not wait
till
death nil came,
to reassess
if life is vain.
for i was once a man of thought,
who listened boldly
with my heart.
to friend and strangers vast discourse
i plotted out
my sinners course.
against the instincts of those men
whose rhetoric was
to incense:
my primal urge to just be me,
to swim against this moral sea.
this current of divine retort,
i swam until
i reached this port.
that harbored me in my own light
of reason
and of knowing right.
that all i've said and all i've done
is righteous in itself
i've come
to know the tenderness of men
divined by
seeking out a friend.
who found his harbor next to me,
a ship of fools we'll set to sea.
and watch the gods of other worlds
who sit and spin their chiseled words
upon the fickle and forlorn
whimpering to be reborn.
i need no god to comfort me,
adrift upon my sinner's sea.
as friend reached out and grabbed an oar
as gods did wave from safety's shore.
we did not look to say farewell,
we sailed our ship right through their hell!
and let the winds of time decide
who would be captain who would ride,
the crest of each and every wave
was everest or sailors grave!
i would not know a god like him,
a man who resonates like wind.
who shares the bounty of his heart
is god enough for me to start.
this whittling of my poet's knife
to friendship i am wed for life.
if vain my life turns out to be
at least i lived inside his sea.
© sjw 11/16/09 inspired at this very moment in time by… he will know who he is.
from the 'benevolent series' of poems