P r a y e r s to U t o p i a


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P r a y e r s to U t o p i a

If I were to sing
A lullaby to the new world
Time and fever would burn my lips
I would be humming guilty
For what we do to a world

As a hermit who sings
To the suns supreme
I would let living creatures live

And my only energy would
Be the wind and the sun
Human faith I would discard
God, man and prosperity
If I were to speak to you

Of the future Earths
It would be an anthem of freedom
There would be no elite

Hierarchy would be banned
And politics would be the realm
Of algorithms and super-computers
Who know us better than we know ourselves
And remember how corrupt

A man can become
From playing in the simulated world
Where humans think they have power.

Treatise on Socrates


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Knowing nothing, I am wisdom
Beginning to wonder, by all means
Marrying my time on the Earth
contentment being the wealth of my nature
Since all men’s souls are immortal

What should I fear, tell me?
I’ve got a good wife, I’ve become happy
though if I took a lover, it would be
Philosophy, that dead pursuit
Of men who like to admit

That true wisdom is following our nature
Sincerely, God knows best what is
Good for us, and be as a child
For an honest man is always a child
Avoiding the bareness of a busy life

Let him that would move the world
First move himself, becoming one’s own teacher
Wonder is the beginning of wisdom
Be kind, for everyone is fighting a hard battle
The self is its own casing of ignorance

Strong minds discuss ideas, average minds discuss events
Weak minds discus people, therefore learn
To gossip of higher stuff, an education of living.

Who never lost, cannot win


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Who never lost, do not know –
The thirst that will never be quenched
Plato’s fires in the weary league of Shakespeare
The Greatness that stretches

To the Revolutionary Day?
Who never lost, are unprepared
For the tragedy of a dull life
The cooling tamarind, the gazing tumeric

A legion of spices sought, in vain?
Who never knew, the Royal scars –
The lovers who left, loved in vain!
We are all soldiers in our hearts

With love on our brow, and not always
The Will to overcome, common ruins;
Who never lost, do not fathom more.

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