Stupid Philosopher

 

PART 1

 

Where l came from to become

And not to be thought of

With the mysterious origins

Which always haunted the past

With the burden to be known

With no intention of doing so

But the will to do so

The origins shall haunt me

If not you also

 

Though I never wanted to be here

I was chosen to be here

By who?

They say by he

I say by whom of which

For was I meant to breathe?

For was l meant to live?

I know I was not

 

My entry brought joy

So l was meant to believe

Before living I was all that I knew

Now I am all that I think

I shall cry, try and finally wonder why

Just as I am to die mentally, physically and officially

Days shall pass by

And so shall we follow suit

 

I am sorry to say

But merciless to say

To say what really?

That this is a case of mistaken identity with pity

For I know I was not meant to live

All of us were not meant to anyway.

 

PART 2

 

This is not a movie

Close your eyes and see

The horror is to shaken your future

This is when shallow waters over flood

We have mercy towards life, why not abandon it?

I know it is because of a belief

But what is there to believe in?

There is nothing wrong with prolonging our lives

But the cause is wrong for we intend to implement joy

 

Now that we all see

We ought to scream

Do not ask why for l do not know myself

What can I say?

If one wishes to stay

What he does may

And maybe he will board on the life ray

 

And so dear life

You are nothing less than a mirage of hate

For that is the writing on many tombstones

That reveals no symbol of kindness

That lacks the respect of society

And is a burden to itself if not us.

 

PART 3

 

The past now brings immorals of shocks

The pledges of all graves are still to be

The sorrows of ago are now in a distance

And as I try to mobilise my destiny

That is when roses start to wilt

But do send condolences in minor parcels

So that I too may do the same

Now as I crouch to the beginning

I am forced to seek solutions from the world

 

And as fate presents itself before us

Certainly we can not ignore it

For it was just meant to be

Look at the features of the earth

And tell me what you know of

Focus yourself in some imaginative place

That from birth you were told of

And analyse your existence more like mine

Yes, yes years do possess time as it were

And as it were there is as it were.

 

PART 4

 

I have done this and that

To find out I did only that

Tangible words now exist in my vocabulary

With feats not to be questioned

For the many who have seen

Are to be deaf

And the many who have heard

Are to be blind

In this pathetic race of ours

We are to cross paths with no intentions

And repeat what we have done

For we all believe we are correct

Just like we do for religion

 

Praising ourselves in a series of lies

Has always been an imaginary birthmark

And so as I vowed to you all

I intend to keep that vow

For I know we are just intruders to ourselves

Maybe it is time I say I am sorry

Hope l am forgiven

Though I do not really mean it

You would not mind anyway

Now that we have settled our differences

I am still not to show the love that does not exist.

 

PART 5

 

Smile you wretched fire!

Hold thy tears and be thy wind

But there is the casted?

The moon no longer shines

And the clouds have ran out of tears

Laughing is a thing I believe I did

But now it brings an instrumental version of sorrow

 

Are we asking for the origins?

Do you know when we are to smile?

Let us go into the past

For beliefs are unnecessary

We ought to judge using religions

For that is the way it ought to be

Or is it just what we are not to see?

And now as our minds bleed

Crying winds are now common

Crying over hatred of love

In treason they live

And in prison of love is where they are

 

Still who started this?

He started it all

He washed away the banks of our hearts

Say it no more for the wheels are rolling

It was just shear terror

Accompanied by mere sadness

Back then we could….

But it was then

And is to hate the same as to smile?

Where have you been living!

 

PART 6

 

And so when you hear screams

Know that the birds are rejoicing

And so when you hear thunder

Do not try to look for an explanation

And so when all is done

Do not try to undo it

And so when you see blood

You ought to know it is of emotional pain

 

Let a wise man tell me where l am going

Let a fool tell me the answer

When we cry we tend to flood the world

And so when darkness comes

Know that all is well

And so when you see the suffering

Know that all is extremely well

And so when you see the unhappy

Know that it is all of us

 

Why is there hypocrisy?

Why is there sorrow?

Why do we have hearts?

Why do some not have two legs?

Why are we breathing?

And so when you see us in doubt

Know that the end is near

And so when we ask the unanswerable

Know that we have gone

 

Trees of the night, please do not scare me

Because I just do not know why

And so where and so how

Silence, silence and no more

 

PART 7

 

Now that you are too old to live

Why hide behind the melting ice?

You saw all that you were predicted to

And cried out to all that never existed

Today is not for pleasing yourself

For you are too weak to understand celebration

And as you mobilise your thoughts

You realise the knowledge you bought

And you will think of the day you were born

And you will wonder where you came from

 

In cross checking your buried past

You shall forget all that you wanted to cast

Now that you have analysed your past

Surely the reasons are few

And the horrors are profound

Though you shall not wound

You shall create pain alone

And create opportunities to reveal your colours

Then you shall browse through textures and mixtures

For I know this is your last

So do your best in the remaining period

Luckily you shall enter immortality

And so to the twins life and death

I wish you a happy birthday.

 

PART 8

 

Once upon an ending

There was a man called Adam

He had a wife called Eve

Blah, blah, blah then there was sin

Which before was not there

And was it in the sky?

Was it under the trees?

So where was it before?

 

PART 9

 

It is not funny

Yet it is a joke

The mountain is too high

And correspondence can not catch up with the present

I have a story to tell

A story forbidden by He

Condemn you will, but we all know it is true

Look down you will, but we all know it is up

You can fool your mind

But do not confuse yours with mine

 

Serve their masters they shall

What am I to do?

Other than pretend to be justified

Farewell you ongoing sufferers

Defending what they think is right

Do not blame them for we are all the same

Though all is but a thought.

 

PART 10

 

Do you remember the love we shared?

Now everything is mist

How did it all begin?

Was I blind to the ambiguous love?

Though in it all there is no consolation

I shall preach the injustice thrust upon me

Do not feel sorry for me

For it is too late to make a difference

It is too late to make me cry

 

I have made up stories of doom

Betraying my mind but….

And how I wish that were true

But I shall not cage myself in illusions

No! l shall just leave them to be

Leave them to move within nowhere

For I can not stop them from torturing me

But all the same,

It is too late to make me cry.

 

PART 11

 

You are to hate me

Hope you do not say it aloud

We all know ourselves

So let us breathe in hypocrisy

I have said so and you shall not hear me

Let us then stride in division for that is what we want

Search for happiness if you have the will

See all nightmares telling you what you should be

Do not be fooled by their wisdom

 

The blunders are to continue

Only if I am to lie

Just like I am doing

Going on to say that

That I never said look to me for answers

For I am just like you

Let us whisper harshly for maybe that will divert our destiny

And let us stare into nothingness for that is where you are heading

 

Let us start our own struggle

And drown with an effortless try

You are to hide your hides in your hearts

Do not worry they are to be found

For in the making of ourselves

In our destiny we are powerless

And yet we still try to understand fate

As for what lies beyond it is for us to imagine

For none of us is wrong

But is it?

 

PART 12

 

Who? Where? Why? When?

Should have known,

Should have realised it was meant to be

I ought to dwell in pain

I ought to dwell in my grave

Revisited gossips

Now revisiting enemies

It is no use now

It will never be one

Wind where are you?

Wind l love you very much

End of jokes starting of horrors.

 

PART 13

 

My soul now collapses

My heart no longer has much weight

Inspire my ghost when I am gone

Add flesh to my bones if you wish

Now that silence prevails

Tears are to tell their history

Precautions of heading somewhere have reacted with blunders

The world and I are to come to an end

A face that was never known

Did such an act of pride

Trace the newly found spirit medium

Intentions and fears are now at a jinx

And thoughts and laughter are now at a halt

And prudence, in air it does float.

 

PART 14

 

When I am gone

Wishes are to become predictions

They shall force tears out, like I care!

Do not move slowly for I will not be in the mood

Believers, robbers, murderers… will all be there

They shall introduce themselves in a pause

And as the priest lies about my history

Pickpockets will be stealing their cheap tears

 

In languages that l doubt do exist

They are to remember my premature existence

I say to you all, if not some

A decoration to earth we all are

Look around and open your eye you are to follow suit

And of your speeches l will have none of them

For thy corpse does not have patiance

 

They shall hope for a miracle

A miracle they read in some unfounded book

But it will be too late for coincidences

Too late to emphasise mysteries

And face to face with doom

I shall linger on in doubt

I shall linger on in confusion

But is that true?

O’ and as for my hearse

It will disperse before my death.

 

PART 15

 

Just an unmemorable occasion in tiredness

People pass by in all directions off to death

And all I see is a recollection of past lovers

Blossoming their agony in search of hope

And the seer sees nothing but colour

That smokes a cigarette of hate

All being in conjunction with a foregone prophecy

The park seems to cater for the young and old

Conclusive of the nature of God

 

People in fancy clothes that parade the poverty in their hearts

Charitable and negligible moments occur here and there

Some testify of their lives but none dare say the truth

Fatigue is just zooming without reconciliation and recognition

It all lies in the past we are yet to know

Smiles are trembling in mist-less shadows

Maybe as the ignition key of sorrow

And everyone is fulfilling his imaginary diary

But I wonder whose diary we are all fulfilling

 

It is amazingly quiet,

Yet featureless blisters are part of it

The sound has been gasped by pain

And now I dance to the heated terrain

That I testified non-existent

And now have fallen into the trap of the Serpent

Curse myself I forever will

But the world take heed

For l was but a stupid philosopher!

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

A very impressive poem that has crystal clear imagery and a straight readable narrative, like this for its honesty and wisdom, a good poem.

[Mufaro Kudakwashe Joseph Mangono]

Thank you Leslie.