David Evans

In my midnight confession
I scream to the heavens above
Proclaiming my mortal sedition
Against my tortured phantoms of love.

A predicament without compromise
Chronos’ weathered hands apathetic,
A whole race faced with its own demise
Showcase of love’s aesthetic?

I left the fields where my children played
Where the nets of convention hold us tight,
My heart deeply broken and flayed
Praying for the first rays of light.

And then I heard the devil chortle
Dissing the dignity of mankind
‘Why would the immortal create the plight of the mortal?’
So he could savor your vintage soul wine?

What is the meaning of life’s great mystery
That hides in the shadows of time
Eluding the bloody pages of history
Featuring love’s elusive pantomime.

I cannot comprehend the meaning of this life
Dotted with wildflower meadows,
Fertilized with the ash of human strife,
That cuts us to the marrow.

The bloody rose borne on thorn and thistle
Cries out in her twisted agony
Singing her immortal epistle
Blooming in pure ecstasy.

In my midnight confession
I flee the hunter demons of my soul
Where gather all my finest obsessions
And my fears do take their inevitable toll.

Now with the first hint of morning
I bear the wounds of love’s mortal blow
And feel the heart’s magma rising
With the wisdom of letting go.

I have learned the wisdom of the ages
That hides around time’s forever bend
Confounding all the sages
That true love begins when love finally ends.

We confuse greatness with possession of material resources. The collective controls the bulk of these – building massive institutions, monuments, and achievements that lead nowhere except to more collectivism. Carl Jung was right when he said that the individual human psyche is the greatest power once it awakens to full consciousness. This power is not a movement or rallying cry, or merely a good idea. It is not a plan waiting for the right resources to be carried out. It is a way of living each minute of each day that everyone naturally resists because we must face our fear of separation from the great mother or father and embark on the hero’s journey.

Ayn Rand has been the only voice with a better philosophy, and in time her ideas will rule the day. (the reason for that is few understand it and no mainstreamer will applaud it. But Just as it took 900 years for Aristotle’s logic to influence society, (re: the Renaissance) it will still prove to have been a passing blip – a bump in the road to Plato’s Republic.

I like the attitude of Epicurus – “While we are alive let us live.’ Civilizations come and go and ours is on its way out. Regrets.

Thanks for your emails.

Cecil

P.S. I still think you should allow advertisements for fiction. Just saying.

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