memoire of a philosopher

A young boy, rather a man,

Walked in the garden of Life,

With a few petals in hand,

Sold for a soul,oh these petals made of gold.

They say if you plant these petals,

It would really grow,

And become what one desires the most,

But one has to know when,

One has to know how,

If thee not plant them well,

They won't grow even a brow.

But tis poor boy did not want tis money,

Nor did he want tis gold,

All he ever wanted was for love to hold.

He never knew love,

He had never touched nor felt,

Tis mysterious drink that people often spoke of,

He didn't really knew it well.

He moved for it,

He searched for it,

Be he had never truly found it,

How can you find something,

If you don't know where it is?

He thought love was in the eyes at first,

But even the most blue eyed women,

Could not satisfy his hunger of love.

He then went for the body,

The beauty of a creature might do,

But again he didn't find love,

Even as he tried with more than a few.

He tried look elsewhere,

He thought,maybe in men,

For why not? He was always a bit queer,

For how can a man not fancy a woman,

Unless he is a woman himself?

So he searched a soul all over the galley,

But he didn't find anyone but himself.

He could not find it in men,

Nor could he find it in women,

Now he's restless,no soul to see,

The petals in his hand were giving him sympathy.

He looked up to the sky,

Called for his God, found no reply,

But he didn't stop.

As he moved faster through the garden of Life,

Always searching,but finding no wife.

No love no gold,

No dove no hold.

He paced even faster,

Me think he was running,

Hoping to meet his master,

And before that, with his cunning.

But even as he sped up more than ever,

He got nothing to show,

No new face,no new show.

He paced the byway,

With no other plan in his mind,

Then he saw a lady,

Standing their looking divine,

Just standing,doing nothing else,

She seemed to be feeling the breeze,

She seemed to have a smile on her cheeks.

He found it more than strange,

For anyone to stop and exchange,

Stand in the middle of the garden,

And feel the morning haze.

Why would anyone stop there,

In the middle of nowhere?

Why would someone give up the race,

And just look around,

Bypassing the craze?

Why would anyone just rest for a while?

Why would they not compromise?

Why shall they just stand there?

And even more,why should they smile?

She looked a bit older than him,

Maybe one or two years or more.

He stopped and faced her,

This time he asked her.

"Why do thee stop?

Why do thee not run?

What does thee do,

If thee just stops?

Why does thee smile?

How does thee smile?"

She looks at him,

And only gives a reply,

"Look around sir,

And thou shall have

Thy answer,

If not just a smile."

The first time he looked,

The first time he saw,

Amazed as he was,

He found his legs were sore,

He sat down on the grass,

And enjoyed,

As the wind came gentler then the mass,

He smiled as he saw,

All the flowers stuck there amass.

He looked at the woman towards his right,

Tis woman here seemed to be bright,

She gave him wisdom,

And even more, a feeling of pride.

"How so miss?

How can thee stands ashore?

How so miss?

How can thee smile,

When thee is alone?

Has thee found love,

Has thee found love in thy solitude?

Or is thee love herself,

Dressed as a maiden of dreams?

Or

Art thee a ghost?

Stolen from thy body,

Away from the burden of death,

And more so from the burden of living?

How can thee just stop?

And how can thee stare for so long?"

The woman seemed quite,

Or was she really just surprised,

How can someone observe,

And completely miss the prize.

"How so?

I hear these questions a lot,

My answer is always,

I really not know.

But the only thing sir,

That I can say to thee,

Is that,life is more,that just a symphony.

Life is more than just a show to me,

No play no screen,

No actors no scream,

No woman no beamed,

No shine no shoes,

No polish no rues,

No death no life,

No honour no strife,

No fruit no sin,

No hate no jin,

No wonder no bricks,

No horror no pricks,

No slaves no men,

No virtue no friend,

All these are nothing but amends,

Amends are again no nothing but change,

A change that don't need no change,

Nothing just nothing,

Life is more than a system to screen,

No deaf no dumb,

No stress no hum,

No definitions no politicians."

Man amazed,tried his best to understand,

She seemed to talk,

Like she was no different than a man.

The man surprised,never had he seen anything better than her smile.

His arrogance more bitter than his pride.

The arguments he fought,

Seemed to go on for a while,

The beauty he saw,

Seemed to pull him closer all this while,

As it seems,

He had been lost.

They talked and debated,

They did it till sunset,

Then he suggested to move,

He said if we don't,

We will be late,

For a date where nothing moved.

She just laughed and looked up,

She said it's that time of the year,

Where the breeze

Likes to pass beneath your ears,

It's this time of the year,

Where the stars welcome you from there,

They want you to join,

They want you to come,

That's why always look at them,

Or they might make a run.

The idea of stargazing,

Because the stars may run,

Seemed silly to him,

But again he didn't want to hum,

So he looked up,

And all he thought was sleeping,

His tired eyes,wanting to see him sleeping,

His tired senses, slowly deceiving him,

Drifted he,to very sound a sleep,

Never before had he dreamed as he sleeped.

He saw the stars,

It looked just within grasp,

The stars did twinkle,

They seemed to invite,

They seemed to call,he wanted to join them all.

His heart raced faster,

The excitement was a master,

He wanted to know it all,

He wanted to gain more than the hall,

He wanted to reign more than the ball.

The child in him, that had gone sore,

Now leapt in joy and even more.

He looked to his left,

He knew she was there,

He talked to her,

But this time with a loving stare,

It had been months they had met,

But it still felt like only a few days had been swept,

All he could say to her were,

Sweet words to from his tongue,

No day without laughter,

No day without a sparkle,

Dream it was to him,

A dream he wanted to keep.

"Tis night shines m'lady,

Let mine world do the same,

But what world mine is?

If it is not but entwined with tis,

Sweet renaissance,

Thee has opened tis wings,

Sweet renaissance,

Blow me a gentle kiss,

And tis I will remember,

How thee gave me such a bliss,

M'lady, mine world can't live without thee,

Like the earth without the moon,

And like the day without the sun,

M'lady,love me,

And make me thine,

Let our stars collide,

And no matter how fierce it may be,

Let it be combined into one,

Mine into thine."

"Oh! Gentle words thou lordship speaks,

As though the sky was depended,

On mine very kiss,

Oh! Lordship thy words slow my world,

But again what world is it?

Wish I could be with thee long sir,

For I am an parting angel,

I only seem to be here,

For a visit to thy honour,

As mine health,

Just as the fragile wings of the moon,

Dances into the cliffs of the doomed.

No lord,do not love me,

Even if the sky falls,

Thee must not.

Even if thee wants to,

Thee must not.

Even if thee needs to,

Thee must not.

For I am a dead soul already,

I am dead from the very inside,

The angels they speak of dragging me,

To their eternal place to rest,

My lord forgive me,

For I am very close to the test."

"Exchanging words m'lady,

Seem like its off the talk,

I greet thee with fair,

But thee lands me with the dark,

Mine hearing should have severed,

Before I heard thee say,

That thee dies.

Even as I watch thee with dismay,

Now I can't help it lady,

I am in love with thee,

Even if forever is a lie.

And it's guaranteed by the trickster,

I tell thee,

Even if thee ain't with me,

Love this I give,

The love which I shall see that it persists,

Love me madam,

Let me be free,

As I love thee more,

Even through eternity,

And even if thee isn't with me."

"Oh! What torturous words lord,

That thee shall love me,

Even as I tell thee I won't be able to love thee,

As my time won't let me be,

Oh! What torturous words thee give me,

Words dressed as Cupid himself,

But even the Cupid has a bow,

And it kills sir.

And yes it hurts as it pierces the very hearts that it joins,

But my lovely lover,

I have no other fate,

Than to be dead within the next sunset.

And thee grieves me,

As thee leaves me a guilt,

That thee shall love me,

As I hold my hilt,

And scream in agony,

As I see my life,

Slowly being drained from me,

Let thee forget me,

As I was just the dead Cupid,

That thee once had,

For let me be just the thing,

That thee once were madly at.

Love let me part,

And enjoy these very last moments,

Without a cough."

And as they layed,

And as they looked,

Our poor boy,

Couldn't help but be shook,

As his eyes with tears,

As he watched his love disappear,

Die without a word,

Than a simple "live well".

Fractured to pieces,

Dead which seemed have given him peaces,

Let it be he said,

Forget the dead,

And be the living,

But again tis was useless,

He now walked the road again,

With a lonely dire,

He now walked the road again,

Without any of his hearts desire,

He saw her now,

He saw her then,

He saw her here,

He saw here there,

She seemed to be everywhere,

For him it was only a hush,

The face he knew,

The face that had smiled,

The face that had laughed,

The face that he loved,

Seemed to just stare,

Sometimes seem to glare,

It seemed as if she did not care,

Her words were silence,

Her speech was silence,

Her music was silence,

She was dead he said,

But then again she looked so living,

He wanted to believe in faith,

But he knew he would be deceiving,

Then all the work that they two had done,

Would go in vain,

And there would be none again.

The church attacked,

He fought back,

Even though he was just a very young man,

A young man made with grief,

Of his friend and his accompany.

He lost, he lost,

Alas, he lost,

He was dragged,

That poor blasphemer,

His philosophy blasphemy,

His teachings a poison,

His life a lie,

Now he must die.

Tie him to a pier,

Burn him.

Oh see, how he screams,

That's how he will always scream,

In hell, he will scream,

With the devil,

He will scream.

His students run from us,

Hunt them,

As for his works,

Burn them.

God is with us,

His words are true,

And that's the only thing left in view,

If not you follow him,

It's better you die,

So that you will see him,

And face his justice.

And be thrown,

In that fiery pit,

Of eternal darkness.

But why may that be so?

Can't a man,ever, dream?

Can't a man,ever, reason?

Can't a man,ever, love?

Can't a man, ever, live?

Why can't a man,breath?

~Fin

The Dead Revolutionary