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Thoughts of Being - Daniel Polskey
Polsky
SO EASILY DECEIVED
I am so easily deceived,
Too gullible am I,
Much too ready to believe,
Wanting to believe.
Ready to be seduced by convincing spirit,
Adoration deceives me,
Devotion deceives me,
Warmth has icy fingers,
Sturdy, imposing structure,
Gigantic dam, great bridge,
Washed away, blown away,
Unsinkable ships, jet airplanes,
Deceive me.
Cries for freedom, for independence,
For peace,
Draw my sympathy,
In their place come lash and chain,
To teach me how again I was deceived.
Works of art, one day admired,
Another day disdained.
Kindness and religious faith,
Turn at once to rage and violence,
How easily am I deceived,
Passion is a flame that burns
And leaves its scars as well.
The peace of the night is broken
By a mountain’s eruption into volcano,
Calm sea has sharp teeth,
Sleep disturbed by nightmare’s beasts,
All these things deceive me.
Learned people deceive me,
Statements of certainty deceive me,
The preacher who pounds on his ible,
Who would show me the way to salvation,
The political leaders who speak convincingly of destiny,
Patriotic anthems and the flags of nations
Impress me and deceive me.
The power to make destruction,
Rockets and battleships and nuclear might,
And fully weaponed armies,
All deceive me.
The entrepreneurs of commerce,
The self-righteous, the moralists.
I am so ready to believe,
Then I find the truth
Is hidden away
As swaying branch brings
Wavering shadow to sunlit spot.
Civilization deceives me,
Heavy industry, scientific symposia
Do impress me and make me
Feel small and less intelligent.
The philosophers tell me the cause of,
The reason why, the explanation for.
Their theories full of insight
Deceive me too.
Positive thinkers, positive speakers,
Positive writers who deceive me,
Who all deceive me,
Who all mislead me,
Who all claim to know the Truth,
The Truth,
The Truth,
Who all claim to know the Truth.
Let the hungry child teach me,
Let the beggar woman teach me,
Let the crippled man teach me,
Let the blind man teach me,
Let the hopeless teach me,
Let the suffering neglected masses teach me,
Let the victims of genocide teach me,
Let the tortured teach me,
Let parched and unfed humanity teach me,
Let the populations of misery, unseen, unknown, teach me,
Let their cries teach me.
The Truth,
The Truth,
Who claims to know the Truth?
The Truth belongs to all men and no man,
To no wom n and all wom n,
To no one, to everyone,
To me.
TRAGEDY
Sleeping member of the race,
Your existence is in twilight phase,
Tied in bonds by violent nature and
Fate’s reckless moment,
Thrown into the prison of yourself
Your eyes scream of anguish
And your soul fights valiantly
In vain rebellion.
From the prison of your desperation
Is there no release?
Lie quietly, waiting for
Relief that will not come,
While the desperate grow more weary,
And the hopeless sink away
Into the mire of frustration.
Wait for time to fly by on monster’s wings
To lift you from this nightmare
That goes on around you
Waiting for release that will not come.
Sleeping, waiting, for last hours to go by
And nothing to do but live and wait.
What is this living that confines you there,
This cell that makes your prison?
For everyone the prison of himself,
Try to share it with another,
Your prison has no walls,
It is life.
Fly away from here, from night,
From horizon veiled in gold and red and
Fires cut across the sky.
Tomorrow comes again,
But now is must
That one does not comprehend
Until it has arrived.
Despair does not stay, but journeys on,
Hopelessness ignored and put aside.
Say that it all is nothing
For we are nothing too,
It does not matter,
All is the same,
The clouds float away and
Others come in their place,
As it has always been.
Oh, leave me by myself
To cry tears that do no good
And change nothing.
PATRIARCH
I am the son of my father, and
My father is the son of his father, and
His father the son of his father too,
And so the generations back,
Further than my eyes can see,
As I stand reflected in reflecting mirrors,
Over and over again.
I would extend my hand
Out beyond the present.
Through time’s reduplications,
To draw the father of my fathers
To my side,
That I may bow my head, and
Lay it close against his heart.
LIBERATION
Wearily on carpet of moss I trod,
Keeping pace along swift river’s edge,
Quicker still through underbrush I prod,
Hastening to fulfill my inner pledge.
The world outside my wish to desert,
Entrance I seek in a realm of peace,
A holy vision’s sphere to balm mortal hurt,
Away from pain and thunder’s roar without surcease.
Flee from squalid land and master cruel,
From struggle fierce and back forced bent,
Where the heart of man is just a