Thus we arrive at the inveritable crossroads infinitum;
defining the course of God is like:
observing a star and naming it's grandchild
exploring the numbers of the universe
determining the finite power (in any use of the word) of any mind / soul

Everlasting, Vast, and Immeasurable.
A physical nightmare but a metaphysical wonder.
A Being not known by the arts of man
, but everpresent in the arts of .................

Can man's Hope for Good live through the ages?
Can his Faith in Good last through the torrents?
Can Peace be his Solace?
Will Inspiration be his guiding element?
Will progress be rewarded for steadfastness?
Will Finality bring him Justice?

Is his Peace a farce?
Does his Faith gain?
Is his Hope for Good?
Or all doth lay in vain?

I fear not these questions for they bring me strength.
Strength unto Honor.
Wisdom of Truth.
Most of all Peace,
For I know that He Soothes.
For if not for that,
then my Life would be proved,
a sad insignificant waste of use.

But instead there is Virtue instilled by my Hope,
and progress is empowered when Virtue comes through
expressed in my actions, expressed in truth!
And intellect, emotion, experience, and youth
wage a fine war in my soul seeking proof
(Evidence of Life, Love, Wisdom, and Strength)
And ambiguity claims my thoughts. Which way to turn?
"Towards the Truth!" says a voice. And stillness.
The previous churning essence of who I am and what I was,
is clarified so delicately that I barely am awed,
till that pounding heart and pulsing mind realize
that stillness and potency so fine;
it is a man changed looking out from those eyes.
Ever so slightly but surely he knows
This New Path Is Freedom
This Path that Leads Home.
A sliver of gain never had in his life:
Never forged by his hand.
Never learned in his mind.
Home is so far but at least it is True.
Now he offers his first prayer:
To this Power I know!
To this Being who doeth change!
May this Light never wander and leave me estranged!
Follow I now and by these steps I do go:
Hope, Faith, and Steadfastness.
Is there more? I MUST know!
Silence so bitter and sorrow
so plain.
Does this hold off this being, this man?
No. He follows forth with assiduous plan.
Marked by Hope and Faith
he acts and prays
pouring out his 'soul' to the World.
Following after The Being
that changed him past his own soul.
His body prostrate and then rising to call upon this God.
His mind thinking over his wonderings
And his heart laid bare

To Be Continued.....Maybe

I am Poet...hear me roar....

Oh glory! Oh famished intent! Where hath my meaning gone? To whom do I intend my love? From whence is my Life to come? And ever-more, Lord guide my lost soul from these Depths... ~Me

Do you know of me? Do you know what I may become?? Then surely you know of my failures.

For I am now he who is not of excellence. Know you my sorrow?

It lies in the possibility of empathic sympathy, unfulfilled, and refinement of soul, unattained, and deepness of feeling....of Love, unapproached.

Wallow with me or ignore my misconceptions, misconceived of this Earth supposed state: cradled by the light though nearly in entirety continually Dark.

Dark, without glory.

Black, irredeemable.

Oiled and tarnished

Irredenta; of Sons of Man, of Sons of God.

Deep as the night sky, the Night of Earth.

Within beholden are its own Of Fear, of Death,

or Hopeless regret;

The leaden Heart, emulgates with blood Liquid cold with Liquid heat From Soul to Motif to Earth

I am philosopher! Hear me, hear me!

Can a man logically create a stable society? Is there a human mode that allows for a comprehensive and logical construction of society to allow for all acceptable freedoms and restrict the powers of those who would abuse and oppress? I say there is. Millennia have passed and no one has implemented such an idea (being successful). Could we be nearing such a possiblity....Or could it ever be?