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[aid] => mick
[title] => Germane and Wisdom
[time] => 2005-01-19 13:11:28
[hometext] => the journey of the aloof
[bodytext] => Germane and Wisdom He wore his cap with the brim to the side Twittered the pipe with the embers gone low Saying nothing but he was everything Or so that was his thought inside Climbing his internal ladder of self-esteem Smiling within at the wealth he had claimed The swagger in his walk gave way to a limp But this mattered not as he was Germane Germane the mayor and Germane the barron This is what he thought he should be This be his life and ordained by same hand But was this by decree or? It did not matter as he infrequently spoke Yet when words expunged the gems which they were And no one informed him contrary be true His self-styled wit gave rise to sly grin Of those in the town so few be aware The costumes he wore in aura of gray People would follow amazed at the scene Athletic and Saxon these he was not No one bothered to ask of his help Assistance he’d give if but hear the words Confused to the mind of Germane the aloof Why when in view and misfortune be near Was he not called for a helping hand? He offered not but required request His life in the silence of self imposed grave A coffin of vacuum no sound nor reverb The quizzical quandary was when be alone One day and a shock to us all He verbalized to a man at the store He said have I been here or where are we now And in soft reply It is I who have been and you who have not For all of the space surrounding your walk Is consumed every day in that of this town Have you not heard of the park or the lake? Have you not seen what the sun does in eve? Or when did you stop to smell of the air? A fragrance pervades the senses you have Does taste on your pallet speak of fine wine? Or do leaves from the garden bring aroma divine? Hast thou witnessed a bird dance on a tree? No these have escaped my thoughts in the past And behold they do so this day His pipe seems to have died And his hat blown away From whence did this man of words come to town? For no one has seen or heard since that day Germane now is speaking and carrying on Some even dared ask of what brought this change “Oh Mr. Germane may I speak at this time?” “Yes please do young man and speak of thy mind” “Have you changed for yourself or power above?” “Who was that man who brought this transform?” “Oh him?” “I no not his name or much more at all He said I am Wisdom and you are a Germane I reacted offended and stood quite stern Yet he spoke in such tones that listen I did” He said, “what have you done to the you who once was?” And where are the smiles of youth and its joy? Are you happy and free or just stoically wrought? The chalice you hold and the ebb of your mind Undoing and rigid your mansion complete, or so you say Yet tis not a mansion but a room within rooms Within those rooms are parts of you But you open not the door to the world Inside the sun does not rise nor does it set For the windows are curtained and sealed with your will If but you to turn the lock with your love The door will swing wide And the curtains draw back Air will rush in and the sun gives its rays So this the occurrence and change of within “May I speak to my village and compatriots here?” “May I ask if need help be it body or mind?” “May I ask if the larder is shy of its full?” “May I ask to be there if illness be side?” “May I give of myself in so many ways?” For the time I have left is not but for me But my time is to you and all who request And even those who ask not of me Shall receive of my love and ask no return And wisdom the man shall be here ‘gain some day [comments] => 1 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 31 [informant] => newewe [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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