The Caveman

A lone Helios’s ray enters the cave, A slave is born and rules atop his throne, On stone he views the world from dawn to grave, To crave is vain when one has never known. A solar spark, a shining ray of hope, The rope has ripped, a new path to embark, From dark, ascend a luminescent slope, To cope with life that’s foreign, new and stark. A blinding light; destructive, violent, pure, Cure to a life which lacks our nature’s height, To fight and hide scream instincts yet unsure, Endure the pain. The truths will then incite. Great pain so sheer, fires purging virgin eyes, Lies soon debase, cleansed through esoteric rain, In vain has been life’s trivial surmise, But soon the prize will manifest true gain. Once blind, eyes now caressing starry night, Such sight indulges souls and mends the mind, Behind the hills Great Sun emits her might, Her light reveals the truths we crave to find. Hell’s doors ajar, he walks to greet his past, To cast his brethren free, to crush their shells, He tells their minds of freedoms lush and vast, To blast away their chains and break their spells. His word has been sardonically despised, Chastised by beliefs which lead the herd, “Absurd!” they scream, inside he’s not surprised, Ostracized by faith, his quest deferred. Thin line between a blessing a curse, The hearse of truth must not fade towards divine, Malign is faith based on despotic verse, Immerse the mind, till death, must hunt design. He’ll bring the light to shine on darkened earth, With girth of mind to mend life’s broken wing, They’ll sing someday great songs to praise his worth, The birth of a philosopher and king. A tribute to Plato’s Allegory Of The Cave

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My muse can be unseemly and nomadic although she fancies meter and good rhyme, her diligence and output are sporadic, and some may say she’s moving past her prime. At times she’s off consorting with the sages reflecting on existence, as it were, At...

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