Philosophy
Philosophy, ancient grandfather of Grand Knowledge!
Who changes all minds with lashing tongues?
Why bury desire with learned garbage,
Preacher, with sick, scorched lungs
He would not speak the truth, when lies sound poetic,
Who would understand the naked soul?
To discover the pearls within the rhetoric,
He followed false dreams to a false goal.
Have you not stolen the Muse from creativity,
And transformed her into the star of Hollywood
To insure an illusion of eternity?
Have you not rescued Aristotle from the poisonous flood?
The ferry from frothy oceans and from me
The Golden Image drowned in a lost sea?
Copyright © Elizabeth Stansberry | Year Posted 2006
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