The Exit Poems

The Exit Poems
[And Socrates]

Iron and Fire

Iron can be soften by fire—
grows hard in the cold;
and all the gates therein
are, as it was, closed again.
So, often are those misled?
by luxury and pride,
who push humility aside—:
thus, redemption their vanity
and perfection their virtue…
and in the end, they all collided.

#789 [7/9/05]

No Heroes

I’m still living all the places I’ve been
Dreaming of places I’d like to see
Catching airplanes, trains, and buses

In-between—
Like a phantom at twilight!

I have no heroes, just extravagate hope;
They all seem to lose at the end, where

I begin—.
Disbelieving in light, wherever it was—
By the exit—waiting for the movie to end!

#790 [7/9/05]

Socrates, a man of iron and fire I’d say, and a hero too many; even a hero to the great Plato, for it was him, who cleared his good name up. They killed him for his philosophy (as they had killed Galileo for his). But here was a man who was not afraid of battle, or war, and lived his philosophy. He slept in tents, and figured it was time to live, ‘I’ll write later,’ or have someone write for me. Sometimes we cannot do both, and have to weigh the valor out. Thus, he achieved his noble glory; unfortunately I am not sure if I can say that for Plato or Aristotle, both of great minds, but we are, at the end, measured by our souls.

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