The Web Poetry Corner - Chris Lahren - Human Means
Human Means
by
Chris Lahren
I think I'll take our troubles to the river...
purified power and renewed spiritual strength of ageless currents.
Meandering it's faithful way through dense collections of broken truth,
the cities and countryside plagued with human wishes and human filth.
Somehow the river holds an answer to misdirected questions,
the waters cleanse and flood our building insanity within us.
And as the flood waters recede...
I pick up a fractured skull of you,
where my afterlife exists within these ivory features of bone.
Cryptic stirrings revolve inside the shadows and cracks,
asking me perpetual mystery:
I must solve the riddle of the sphinx.
This riddle, without proper and unbiased direction...
we've failed to solve the plot of our life story.
For gain and paradise, it's been ignored,
the division left us with hollow definition.
Can I solve our riddle?
Can we learn to live?
>From Shakespeare to Sagan and all those in between...
satire, philosophy, and science,
the seven wonders of prison-cell minds.
Maybe I'll pick up the black phone and ask a clown...
to come and entertain us with more nonsensical charm.
An explanation that makes as much sense as all the rest;
Biblical allegory, Thoreau, and Copernicus.
Mass media, mass hysteria...
musical chants dilute the air,
propaganda that relies upon hypnotic beats.
We'll find the answer,
It resides within you and I.
It's in the clown that fabricates a laugh.
It's in the waters that meander though our path.
It's not a riddle filled with shadows and cracks.
It's too simplistic for our micro-chip minds.
For it is filled with passion, proper, wisdom, error, ignorance and guilt...
created half to rise and half to fall.
Doubting yet certain, manifestation of all.
Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled,
the glory, jest, and riddle of the world!