"Poet,
Philosopher, Fool"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Feb. 9th 2005, 4:47 p.m. pst
Life's book
grows weightier with time, my poems are the pages
They mirror my thoughts with unsullied honesty
Documenting memory and circumstance
Freeing the mind for eventual self actualization
The journey
through this life exhibits signposts
But they are sometimes unmarked or impossible to read,
Or are trampled, face first, in the murky quagmire.
Imbued with self actualization and realization,
My words will elucidate humankind
I distill
existence and time,
Purpose and insanity
History has buffered our basest urges,
Yet those urges still cause the extermination
Of reason in an age where information
Is available to all
I can swim
through the rising waters of inconsequence,
Taking wrong turns and learning from these mistakes
When I arrive at the eventual destination, this will be
inconsequential
it will have been the journey
that matters, enhanced with experience,
And it will be remembered, as history should.
At times
I let my heart convince me
that pure emotion and perception
are the instincts of innocent implausibility
At times
I don't think very well
And at those times I realize, as well,
that I am merely human in this stead, and
privy to the same misapprehensions as
all of humanity
A fool I act,
At times
But in the
end, by realizing this foolishness
By the luminous light of what I know, understand and maintain,
I will gain wisdom
and enlightenment
Poetry
2005
