The Enlightened Mistake

Shining light dons overhead
Grimbles and grumbles gone off to bed
Missiles and weapons are blocked, locked and dead
Never a word harsh to hear near was said.

Flight to the moon and the sky's left behind
Space is a world to be molded by mind
Not but a soul screams "there's too much to find"
Scraped are the worst from a crisp orange rind.

Where is this world, this utopia, this place?
Where not but a soul has a shout left to make
Where not but a child is free to behave
In every which way makes the soul the most brave.

Too often the enlightened are stuck in this view
That all are like they, know they not they're the few
There's too much to scream and to shout and to hear
That's harsh when near to the ear, bringing fear.

Stay clear.

Poetry

SOCRATES: Gleaming metal, frozen expression

Never to settle, devoid of concession

His armor encompasses the knowing -

It's a knight we're showing -

To each his own, but to each the known.

Evil nixed, focus fixed

Gaze acquired, falchion fired

A weapon of the knowing -

It's a knight we're showing -

To each his own, but to each the known.

OVESON: Tell me a tale of the knight of the knowing.

SOCRATES: I will tell you:

DRAGON!, fierce a thing

Open wing and seven fires

Never an eye loosed but on the knight of the knowing

It's a gun show with a knife in a fire fight.

But the knight is fearless.

Raise ye your weapons high!

Sing the song of tales of sorrow!

Bring the horrors of the earth upon the knight of the knowing

And the fires of Hell!

The knight is fearless.

Scathe his armor with claws of steel

Breathe his breath ye fiery beast!

The DRAGON of lies who yearns for his passion!

The DRAGON who manifests himself in every man

Save the knight

For the knight is fearless.

OVESON: Tell me, who is this knight?

KIERKEGAARD: Is it he who stands for the weak?

Is it he who feeds the needy?

Is it he who rises to his peak

When the crowd about gets seedy?

It is he who drinks the bitter cup

When prompted by the good?

Is it he who links his pathway up

When the gods bless his food?

The former are the side effects

The latter is the knight's strength

For it's so that not any pride erects

When the crowd cheers him at length

The knight needn't any promise

That people love him true

For in his heart is an honest:

You've already paid your dues.

The former are the side effects

Of the knight of the knowing's strength

For it's so that not ay pride erects

When the crowd is there to thank.

OVESON: Continue.

SOCRATES: Frozen metal, gleaming expression

Never to concede, devoid of settling

The knowing encompasses his armor -

We're showing a knight -

To each the known and to each his own.

Burning fire meets metal cold

Winter's frost makes fire old

Sharpened steel meets DRAGON's neck

Knowing's foe meets fate of death

Never shall one fruitful oppose

That which never doesn't know.

OVESON: Who knows?

SOCRATES: The knight.

OVESON: Tell me, who is this knight?

KIERKEGAARD: Knights are secrets none can tell

Sure as man is gone to hell

In the event he loses his secrets

Such that he might find his regrets

Regrets of stories lost and told

Stories and truths that were once too old

Old and too dear made dull by the word

A swift blow to faith's herd

It must never be heard.

The crowd is mockery.