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No Respite for Plato
I was born into the wondrous light that bore down upon me illuminating the world before my eyes. In my youth I chose to turn away and seek the refuge of the shadows. But always could I feel the burning of the light upon my soul, and solace was not granted me. My fortitude was weakened and I stood as an outcast among the many that had found peace in the shadows. The burden weighed heavy on my being as I stood alone, compassion to me was not forth coming. As I watched the others mired in their blissful slumbers of puppet dreams, disdain and contempt crept into my heart. I despised my inept attempt to darken the light, I waited for release from this prison of shining purgatory. It did not come, would not come but by my own hand and yet again another failure.
As I wander alone through this dismal swamp between shadow and light the occasional glimmer of light befalls me as does hope. Though more often then not doused in my next sluggish step forward, bathed in the darkest filth that surrounds me. I raise my fist skyward and curse the heavens in vain to appease my agony, no avail. Others I see in the distance trudging down this path of despair muttering inane obscenities that echo in the darkness. Imprisoned by their own accord and speaking in tongues of wonders hidden within the light. My mind races from before time and through the vast wasteland that lay in my path everything is visible. I see into the abyss ahead my eternal damnation to walk alone bathed in this sublime light forever ensconced in it's beauty. Forever alone in admiration of the reality unveiled that Utopian isolation, form without substance, cold existence.
Plato's Cave Allegory below for those unfamiliar with his work.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allegory_of_the_Cave
Not gold or gem, but knowledge true,
A hidden spark, just waiting for you.
Through dusty pages, paths we pave,
Each step is a question, wisdom we crave.
Like buds unfurling, we take flight,
Learning's sun, a wondrous light.
Thoughts take shape, like sculptor's art,
Ignorance left, lost to the heart.
Old tales whisper wisdom sings,
Of heroes brave, and hidden things.
A torch against the darkest night,
Learning's flame, where dreams take flight.
Forget the sweets that melt away,
Learning's feast, a bounty to stay.
With wisdom's eye, we find our way,
Dreams take root, where purpose plays.
A wealth within, no fire can touch,
No thief can steal, it loves us much.
In every book, a treasure lies,
Each page is a path, to open skies.
So raise a smile, to learning's call,
Drink deep it well, and stand up tall.
In knowledge's arms, our spirits rise,
A love that blooms, beneath wise skies.
You can see it so clearly today, unlike you could before
Mankind making its way unaware of what's in store
The stage is nearly set, but for God's Patient Hand
The One who paid your, debt so few people understand
In the filling out of Revelation, an oblivion to the enemy
For if God is not in the equation they can no longer see
This now so apparent, and some having become immune
A self-inflicted impairment, conscience wickedly out of tune
Need I say anymore but on what the Lord has said
Mankind is wicked to its core and its soul is dead
Yet Jesus took all that blame, your deepest, darkest shame
Life is not a game, but the time to glorify His Name
Soon be the harvest the chaff separated from the wheat
The Lord's not looking for the best just those without deceit
Now is the time to act in the reaching out for His Hand
Especially in things where you lack, He will truly understand
Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around
like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour
1 Peter 5:8
Here is a recent question posed to me that I needed time to think about…
What are the things in this world…I cannot live without?
Looking past food and water…the things my body needs in order to help it thrive…
I thought I’d concentrate on those things my heart and soul need to survive.
The first, for me, is love in all it’s many forms…like the love of my family and friends…Yes, love is definitely something in my life I never want to end.
The second would be hope…for even in my darkest times…when I was filled with doubt…hope was standing by my side telling me…things would all work out.
Any time a storm hit my life…no matter where or when…hope was there to remind me…the sun will shine again.
Perhaps that’s why I love sunrises so much…although this may seem a bit cliche…because rising with the sun each morning…is the hope of a new day.
The third thing would be beauty…for as long as I’m awake…I love my relationship with beauty…our subtle give and take.
For when the beauty I see around me…in the land, the sea, the air…finds its way into my heart…I begin to see more beauty everywhere.
Music would be next up…all the different types of music that I hear about…especially the music of nature…something I don’t think I could live without.
The roar of the ocean, the whistling of the wind, the sound of a single raindrop pinging…how you never know on a walk in nature which birds will be singing.
I’m sure there are more things I can’t live without that if I thought harder I would find…but these are the first four things that popped into my mind.
I don’t think it’s a coincidence that when I read this list backward…(the list I just made up above)…music, beauty, hope…all lead back to love.
No, I don’t think it’s a coincidence at all…in fact…I have do doubt…
Love is the greatest gift of all…and something I cannot live without.
In the hollow hours before dawn,
when shadows stretch like grasping hands,
I search through rooms I’ve always known
for something I can’t understand.
The mirror holds a stranger’s face,
familiar yet somehow untrue—
eyes that once held fire and grace
now stare back empty, cold, and blue.
I walk through days like sleepwalking,
my footsteps echo on the ground,
the world around me keeps on talking
but I can’t hear a single sound.
Where did it go, that spark within?
That light that made the darkness flee?
Was it lost to doubt or sin,
or did it simply tire of me?
I trace the paths I used to know,
through gardens where I once found peace,
but every flower seems to bow
as if to mourn what won’t release.
The books speak words I cannot feel,
the music plays but doesn’t sing,
and nothing left feels wholly real—
I am the shell of everything.
Yet in the deepest, darkest night,
when hope seems just a fading dream,
sometimes I glimpse a distant light,
a whisper of what I have been.
Perhaps the soul is never lost,
just buried beneath the weight of days,
and though the journey bears a cost,
it waits for us in hidden ways.
Rise, warrior hearts and draw your sharp sword
And forever relish this timeless deed
Written by blood history will record
To fight, perhaps die in hour of need
Let the earthen floor be stained red this day
As you cut their flesh on our sacred soil
Yours, the last face seen, their breath slips away
To perish from Earth by hands most loyal
Let your arms draw strength from your iron heart
Let your heart draw strength from your darkest soul
Keep not a memory as they depart
Be the reaper of death in this hellhole
Rest not in the mist of battle, or die
Claim victory only beneath the sky
9/6/20 contest A warrior sonnet
Far away on the lonely hilltop
deep in the midst of the moor
a place often shrouded by mist
only deep silence there prevailed
The monolithic stones stand proud
so many things have they seen
watched as blood was spilled
in sacrifice, lust and murder
The chill of this place creeps in
utter desolation is in the very air
a circle built by man for worship
of the darkest kind taking of life
Bare earth surrounds these stones
here nothing grows not even a weed
at night you can hear the banshee
howl to the moon before he hunts
A circle they say shows continuation
here all it symbolises is bloody death
the restless souls within know no peace
this circle their prison from here to eternity
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“The only blind person at Christmas time is he who has not Christmas in his heart.” – Helen Keller
On that long ago night,
Beyond the hills – burning bright,
Born to save us from our sin,
Bring assurance and peace within…
Jesus Christ, the joy and love
God Almighty sent from heaven above,
With grace that would surely prove…,
Choosing love, meant God’s on the move…
On that night, when He was born,
The darkest devils would surely mourn,
Because, with Him, there would be hope,
The promise of life so we might cope…
Jesus Christ, born to save souls,
His spirit come down, His grace consoles,
The gift of a love so amazing…
We just knew, we’d forever be praising….
On that long ago night,
While Mary labored with all her might,
There came One who would change creation,
With His grace and love, He brings souls elation!
Jesus is the answer for all of mankind,
When He came down, to all who were blind,
He opened our eyes, with faith – we believe…
Love came to save us on that first Christmas Eve!
In the depths of the Sunshine State,
Where tales of darkness resonate,
Lies a world concealed from the light,
The darkest side of prisons in Florida's sight.
Behind iron bars and towering walls,
Echoes the agony of lost souls' calls,
Where hopes are shattered, dreams are slain,
And sorrow dances in an endless chain.
In the land of palm trees and golden sand,
A realm of punishment holds its command,
Where broken spirits roam and dwell,
Bound by the stories no tongue can tell.
In the sweltering heat of summer's reign,
Inmates endure an eternal pain,
With every heartbeat, a longing for release,
Yet redemption's touch feels forever out of reach.
Within these halls, despair takes hold,
A symphony of regret and stories untold,
Tales of lives adrift, caught in the fray,
Marked by the choices that led them astray.
The hours crawl, as time stands still,
In this penitentiary of heart and will,
Each breath a reminder of freedom's cost,
And the innocence forever lost.
But even in darkness, a glimmer may shine,
A flicker of hope in a world confined,
For within these walls, hearts may find grace,
And discover solace in an unexpected embrace.
Let us not forget the humanity within,
Those seeking redemption, a chance to begin,
For the darkest side of prisons can yet be transformed,
With compassion and understanding, the key to reform.
So, as the sun sets over the prison's domain,
May empathy and justice help ease the pain,
And let us strive to create a brighter day,
Where the darkest side of prisons may fade away.
To my dearest Lunah
When I fall into pits of darkest nights
You alone are my purest of lights
When everything rains down on me like a monsoon
I live for the warm embrace of my little moon
Brighter than every star in the sky
I long to sit and stare into your eyes
Follow you to the ends of the unknown
With you I'll never be alone
We'll run through fields of fluorescent flowers
Stay there and dine for hours and hours
Following the hem of your light pink dress
With you by my side I never feel stress
We'll warm each other up during long winter nights
As our love spins together and takes wonderful flight
While crystals of snow fall onto our tongues
Your emotions of envy will fill up my lungs
And in your worst struggles I'll be by your side
Giving you all that my soul can provide
A crutch when you're crippled, a brace when you fall
I'll be there for you the moment you call
So let me share with you all of your best moments
As time multiplies our feelings like exponents
Colors exploding from every laughter
Forever together for here and thereafter
You pull me towards you just like the tides
With you I can my secrets confide
A kiss upon lips and my breath is gone
As my heart beats to your lucid song