| The Exit Poems | | | | I begin--. |
| [And Socrates] | | | | Disbelieving in light, wherever it was-- |
| Iron and Fire | | | | By the exit--waiting for the movie to end! |
| Iron can be soften by fire--grows hard in the cold;and | | | | #790 [7/9/05] |
| all the gates thereinare, as it was, closed again. | | | | Socrates, a man of iron and fire I'd say, and a hero too |
| So, often are those misled?by luxury and pride,who | | | | many; even a hero to the great Plato, for it was him, |
| push humility aside--:thus, redemption their vanityand | | | | who cleared his good name up. They killed him for his |
| perfection their virtue...and in the end, they all collided. | | | | philosophy (as they had killed Galileo for his). But here |
| #789 [7/9/05] | | | | was a man who was not afraid of battle, or war, and |
| No Heroes | | | | lived his philosophy. He slept in tents, and figured it was |
| I'm still living all the places I've been | | | | time to live, 'I'll write later,' or have someone write for |
| Dreaming of places I'd like to see | | | | me. Sometimes we cannot do both, and have to |
| Catching airplanes, trains, and buses | | | | weigh the valor out. Thus, he achieved his noble glory; |
| In-between-- | | | | unfortunately I am not sure if I can say that for Plato |
| Like a phantom at twilight! | | | | or Aristotle, both of great minds, but we are, at the |
| I have no heroes, just extravagate hope; | | | | end, measured by our souls. |
| They all seem to lose at the end, where | | | | |