Poet's Tree

A Poem by Elijah Michael Madden

The journey and stream of consciousness of the poet as he explores his reality.

He sat solitary

Beneath the Poet Tree

Living and observing

Through the poets b'fore he

Fly East to meet Laozi

Where the truth could be seen

Man's eternal folly

Search not this desperate land for a guiding hand
'Cause the wise man that knows naught knows there's only pain to be had.
The whole of mankind is trying to find anything to fill that hole in their mind
It's so sad, they think their soul's a hole, but it's already full.

Now ride the highway West

Where I buried my chest

God is dead, killed by Nietzsche

Chivalry is drenched in red, beheaded, and in his stead, is just a bed

But does that really mean a thing, or is this all in your head?
Led Zep zippity zed, what was it I just said? (It's all in your head)
A nihilist's analysis: it must be nice to be dead; to get out of my head.

Climb through the tidal wake

To meet an old friend, Blake

On the shores he awaits

In a dark cave this world was made, it is true, but also in it is you

Your self, a spectre too, the creator of "truth" without a clue.

Now in your view, the divinity of unity, pervades humanity

And it's up to you to choose to open the Doors to Golgonooza

So stand free

Knowing "me"

It's the only thing I need to believe

'Cause we're all dying under Poet's Tree