Fearless Reason

Fearless reason in an age of frightened absurdity.

Tag: poetry

Your Duty is Love

Forsake
duty that
is not loved.

It is not
your burden
to bear.

Your
duty is
love.

Your
burden
joy.

Change
is nature’s
law.

Permanence
mankind’s
nightmare.

Forsake
that which
is not yours.

Duty is Heavy

Duty is heavy
when the heart
is not light.

Obligations
undertaken
but not forsaken.

Imprison
us to the
past.

Binding
us to
lives.

Chosen
by former
selves.

Long after
joy and desire
have fled.

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.

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.

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.