Ode to the Terra Firma

I used to love writing poetry. I found some of my favorite ones, so I thought I would post them to share.

ODE TO THE TERRA FIRMA

 

You restless site of light and dark,

I was sent permanent witness to your every shape of time.

I stood created even before your first signs of physical life,

before the gods left matters out of their hands, before you stayed to make your mark.

I remain as a neutral judge, though I am aware of every fault and vice,

of the birth the happiness the strife the (sweet madness) the love... the end.

(Oh! if only you could take witness to what I perceive, for I see through your masks!)

I know of every motive behind every action, and of every thought you shall entice.

I catch the wandering eyes that turn above to meet my countenance:

These are the eyes that crave for understanding, and wish to be understood in return.



 

I hover above you, in the correct spot every hour,

in the changing shapes and present phase I am created to expose.

Chapter one I uncover little; I recoil behind clouds of ignorance.

Laid out before you represents a lack of power,

a burnt out light that is thought to convey

a peaceful radiance, a false glow of hope.

What you appreciate is the little I allow you to see.

What you see is a what lack of knowledge is causing me to portray.

Time was taken to amend this thinking;

This chapter remains part of the story, but I transform.

 

With realization comes apprehension, a new sense of wonder.

However with this sensation comes a stalemate, in which the mind is separated between

old and new knowledge, troubled with questioning thoughts.

Chapter two I begin to question inwardly, my thoughts torn asunder.

I have reached halfway. I know the past,

but I can also see what lies ahead.

It is here that I have the choice to remain mundane, or

take the risk of identifying identity.

I cast my light into the unknown.

A journey has begun whereupon the ultimate evaluation of the absolute balance is searched for.

 

Chapter three you look up and see a forward transformation in place.

You are unsure of the credibility and integrity of this new vision.

My light shines brighter, with a new sense of clarity.

Those faces who care to understand accept the traits I choose to efface.

Astute eyes recognize an inward change,

while blind eyes fail to recognize the greatness of confidence and authority.

I am stronger in character, now glowing with subtle conviction, with an

increasing capacity to recognize self-reliance, to stand and self-arrange.

Eyes do not look up to meet my gaze, nor do I look down to find theirs.

My light shines level upon those who ask, rather than who believe they deserve.

 

How does one define or even determine the end?

Chapter four and I realize, there is no such event.

Time is spent shedding that which was identity, and now I briefly overshadow the light.

Pain remains, but what I do not carry is your weight. I preserve the ability to amend

the paths I walk down, accepting but not forgetting (you.)

The end does not end, for there is no ending cycle of life.

Identity is what is and what is not identifiable; the questions and

inward thoughts of consciousness are the start to answering

one of the deepest questions an individual has: Who am I?