Post by thefleetsin on Sept 21, 2021 17:37:26 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