The Fool.

Oldie but goldie, Poetry

A man of Words,

A man of Lost Dreams,

A man chasing an Illusion,

A man Lost in Delusion.

A man Honest with

His own self Only.

A man Passionate to the World,

But Lonely.

A man in Love with

Images in Thin Air.

A man of Thoughts

Which Leave him in Despair.

A man of Hope,

A man of joy,

A man of Passion,

A man of Imagination,

A man of Vision,

A man of Immortal Vision

Which leads Humanity

Into War…

Into Peace…

Into Elation…

Or Unbridled Jubilation…

At his Grave Tomb

When his Body Exists no more,

When his Skin and Bone

Are as Fine As Dust,

Ground by the Weight of the Sins

Committed in the Name

Of his Vision…

His Dream…

His Philosophy…

His Immortal Name.

He is the Hero to Generations,

To Saints,

To more Heroes,

And yet, more.

Humanity is in Debt

To his Immortal Genius,

To his Blind Devotion,

When his Flesh and Hair

Have been Consumed by the Worms

Of Human Ambition,

While his Soulless Body

Was weighted by pounds of Earth

Which Embraced him,

As it Hid all…

The Sinners…

The Saints…

The Brave…

The Prudent…

The Secretive…

The Seditious…

The Rapacious…

The Deceived…

The Wise…

The Sublime…

The Human…

The Divine…

The Mad.

 

As Humanity Reveled,

He Starved.

As She Scorned him,

He praised Her Beauty.

As She Shunned him,

He remained Faithful.

As She bestowed Her Blessings

Upon the Unworthy,

He praised Her Justice.

As She slowly Devoured him,

He sang hymns to Her Immortality.

As he lay drawing his Last

Gasps of Air, Scented by Her Fragrance,

He professed his Love for Her.

She reviled him as a Heretic…

A Madman…

A Drunkard…

A Fool.

 

Then, he was no more

For her to Revile…

To Mock…

To Hound…

To Torment…

To Betray…

To Deceive…

To Damn to a Purgatory

Of wretched Human Existence.

She did not desist

In Her Hatred for him.

His Body is Dust

Mingled with the Dust

Of other Such Men

Mingled with the Dust

Of yet more Dust

Mingled with Dust.

Only Dust

To be Trampled

Under Her feet

Which regard none.

Yet, in his Scattered State,

His State of Non-existence,

He fueled Passions.

He Inspired Revolutions.

He Spurred Ambitions.

He served his Mistress.

He served Her Loyally,

Even in Death.

He heeds his Beloved

Even when he is no more.

His Immortal Love

For Her Lives on.

As She acknowledges

His Devotion to Her,

He is no more

To show his Gratitude

For Her Generosity,

To Sing hymns

To Her Immortal Beauty,

To be at Her Beck and Call,

To Cloak Her flaws

In Silken Threads of Words,

To be a Slave to Love…

She acknowledges

His Devotion, Only.

Not his Adoration for her…

Not his Immensely Blind

Faith in Her…

Not in his Humanity.

For Her, he was

Just Another suitor

Vying for Her Hand.

Another Villain

Aiming to make a Trophy,

For his mantle, out of Her.

Another Jester to amuse.

Another Slave to Satiate

Her fickle moods.

He was all the said,

Yet, much more.

 

He was a Fool.

A man of Words,

A man of Lost Dreams,

A man chasing Illusions,

A man Lost in Delusion.

A man honest with

His own Self only.

A man Passionate to the World,

But Lonely.

A man in Love with

Images in Thin Air.

A man of Thoughts,

Which Leave him in Despair.

A man of Hope,

A man of Joy,

A man of Passion,

A man of Vision.

A man of Immortal Vision

Of being Loved by Her…

His beloved Humanity.

A Fool.

 

 

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