O’ Be Careful, Me—for the Life I seek
Those things I chase; they are not free.
I must accept, I may seem weak,
& yet endure, times dreary—bleak,
For the courage, and the will to be!
For all I’ve known;
What I’ll pursue,
of riches, of knowledge, of worldly fame,
I’ll deeply rue,
In pains, and sighs, and aches, and shame,
& of all those dearest friends I’ve grown,
One will remain, Just I, alone…
& for every sweetest moment on course,
I’ll have a thousand more in remorse,
& what I hold I can’t uphold,
All my possession—all unfold…
& what is mine, is never mine,
I long to be my past-self’s shrine;
So, bane of all, I can atone…
For all I’ve known;
The Progeny of my deeds, I own,
& Yet to reason all,
The reasons big & small,
The Cause to Rise, to Fall,
I carry to the bone,
& all I am, all I reap,
is but the virtue kept in deep,
through Resolve that I harshly hone,
I am the faith, I am the leap,
I am the bearing & the groan…
For all I’ve known;
In burning—I,
through hardships long,
through tyranny & wrong,
I ask a thousand hundred “Why”,
I am a man in sorrows thrown,
with a tranquil mind, & a graceful heart,
I welcome worlds, and worlds apart,
with a serene soul,
I salute looming pains as cruel,
That earth, itself, has never known…
For all I’ve known;
In turning—I;
My past remains are shadows deep,
that scare me in my wake and sleep;
tempting all myriad ways to die,
Yet in turning, & in whirling long,
I long to die, & die a song,
Seeking in every whirl, the One,
That day I’ve ended, I’ve begun,
& wandered seeking where I’ve gone…
For all I’ve known;
& what I’ll tell,
I’ve proudly passed the gates of hell,
As I came here,
I pondered ways to disappear,
To kill my fear,
But the more I wandered, I pierced still,
Through barricades yet as hard as steel,
I’ll hardly cede,
No matter how I’ll be unmanned,
I’ll conjure vigor out of need,
out of all fates, unfit, unplanned,
carving chances, from circumstances,
from pains, & chains, & reins, & strains,
I am the route that Life advances,
from hopes, and dreams; unset, unmet,
That which I’d fight for daily yet,
through those dances:
of Life, of Strife;
The frieze as well as the cornerstone,
I am that Man I sculpt from stone…
For all I’ve known;
I’ve killed all men,I’ve pastly been,
& bore myself out of my skin,
To raise my fort out of each hue,
Of Vice, Of Sin,
& garnish all my Virtue anew,
I’ve ceased being the self I knew,
Yet always been, that One within;
The One who never caved to sin,
The One who always had the throne,
Not knowing that I was my own…
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