The poetry of living
Thankfully forever unframed
Is the gift of multitudes unnamed.
No matter what the depth of feeling
Tis too strong to translate to song,
A life unrehearsable and long
Applauded thankfully hour by hour.
Every core of the senses reason
Each morsel part of every season
Recharging declining power.
At the roots of purpose,need
Too perceptual to acclaim save in the joyous deed
Steeped in the torrents of the senses.
Vain pragmatist of our time
Moves here and there through law and crime.
There can be no static state
Created by either might or hate,
Like safety for some at the expense of others.
Lifes evidence cancels its own recoil
This conspiracy against mankind to foil.
Life is not subject to so much unreason
So submit therefore with safeguards built in
And alow a new kingdom within the here and now to win
And crystalise the use of spirit
And give to life a purpose in it.
If I must choose between those who protest too much and this woman.
Circumstance seldom measured up to what I sought
Life had a music discord proved that
The inner world I lived in
passed through all experience, touched
but not much harmed of much
but much of what was not.