Fearless Reason

Fearless reason in an age of frightened absurdity.

Category: Poetry

To be Obscure

I want
to be
obscure.

Unseen
unknown
unsolicited.

I want
to be
nobody.

Nameless
formless
empty.

I want
to be
unbound.

Unburdened
Unbidden
Unencumbered.

I want
to be
free.

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May the Suffering End with Us

May the
suffering
end with us.

Let us
receive
it.

Absorb
its
inertia.

But not
pass it
on.

May the
suffering
end in us.

Let us
heal
it.

Transmute
its
nature.

Then
pass it
on.

May the
old world
end with us.

Wed to Suffering

We are not
haunted
by our memories.

We
haunt
them.

We
revisit
the past.

Searching
for
meaning.

Picking
at
scabs.

Pain
becomes
us.

Divorced
from the
present.

We are
wed to
suffering.

Temple of the False Self

The temple
of the false self
grows more decadent
with decay.

Cracks
adorning its
still proud
face.

Midnight masses
gather at
the dark hour
of the soul.

Performing
pagan rituals
to heathen
gods.

Chanting
incantations
of their trials
and tribulations.

Telling
stories
of their
false selves.

Casting idols
in their own
graven
images.

They reaffirm
their faith
that one another
is real.

Neither Boon Nor Bane Was In Vain

Possibilities
fall away
with time
and age.

Condensing
day by
day.

Paths
not taken
forsaken
or mistaken.

Set the course
and limit
choice.

Will not
want not
can not
shall not.

Cease
to cause
remorse.

I will not
have it all
nor do I
want it.

Most of it
never belonged
to me anyway.

I got what I needed
when I needed it
neither boon nor bane
was in vain.

I Pray Aversion Is Not A Sin

I pray
aversion
is not
a sin.

For I
become
more intolerant
by the day.

Love and
acceptance
may be
my creed.

But I recoil
from fear
hatred and
greed.

Would that
I knew less
of the ways
of men.

Abstractions
are far
easier
to love.

I pray
aversion
to perversion
is not a sin.

For now
I must
turn
away.

I Must Forsake Walls

I have
too many rooms
needing
filled.

Too many
empty spaces
barren walls and
looming ceilings.

All yearning
for a bigger
life than I
care to live.

I wanted
space to be
to breathe
to be free.

But spaces
bound by walls
are too expansive
or small.

Judgmentally
barren
or stiflingly
filled.

I wanted space
but for freedom
I must forsake
walls.

The Shadow of the Self

The shadow
of the self
remains hidden
in darkness.

Guarded
and preserved
by egotistical
pride.

Enabled
by self-delusion
and little
white lies.

Dare
that I look
darkness
in the eyes.

For it is me
that I see
which cowers
and hides.

Excreting
shame
in the absence
of light.

Hidden
only from
willfully blind
eyes.

Revealed
only by senses
which see
without sight.

Lies No Longer Hide Us From Disgrace

Blind eyes
have been
stricken
with sight.

Lies
no longer
hide us from
disgrace.

We are not
who we
thought we
were.

Not nearly
so noble
nor hardly
so kind.

We are not
martyrs
to a righteous
cause.

We are children
playing
deadly
games.

Dying for
riches and
fleeting
fame.

Self-deceptions
no longer
make us
saints.

Renunciation Beckons

Renunciation
beckons the
inward turning
of my soul.

Gathering
time and attention
scattered and
stolen by men.

That both
may once more
be turned
godward.

I have labored
too long
in the kingdom
of men.

Served
in too many
futile
crusades.

I want
no glory
they may
bestow.

No wealth
nor power
that I may
claim.

I seek only
union with god
and the kingdom
within.