The Ugly Head of Reason

It comes down to this.
That which we fight against
is lightly dancing just before our eyes.
Though it may fade at intermittent times,
the orbits of its journey
are the cogs of mind unmovable,
perfection in their gift to us, while we,
our tantrums never at an end,
attend the arsenal of war.

 

We're good at it,
this masquerade of hymnody
to peace and justice faintly crying out,
but interspersed with celebration
of some victory attained upon
a lesser man, growing ever smaller
in our sight.
What kind of victory is that?

 

And reason? An empty act of will,
a chimera of modesty and
just is its claim of silence.
This, our battlefield and
this, our nemesis; the spark within
grows dim,
and cold...
and without a care.

I never knew oblivion
was just a word away.
            ~

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"We're good at it,
this masquerade of hymnody
to peace and justice faintly crying out,
but interspersed with celebration
of some victory attained upon
a lesser man, growing ever smaller
in our sight.
What kind of victory is that?"
I like the above lines a lot. This is my favorite kind of poetry. Open the door to a long conversation and create thoughts to ponder upon. We can live a long life and look back. wondered did we do any good? Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Dean]

Well, thank you for your perceptive reaction!

[Dean]

Gentlemen, thank you for thinking this through with me/

[Tom]

You are most welcome Dean !

[Tom]

All that lives must one day surely die ! How, why and for what are questions mere mortal man has asked himself since he first became aware ( unlike any other living creature on earth) of his own mortality!

In the grander scheme of things nature's plan and the answer to such questions shall become clear!

[Sami Khalil]

The worst enemy is the self and could be a great ally after the victory of the ego...A splendid read and write...:)