Poetry – Purpose – An epic poem that covers the span of history and all human philosophy.

I had this idea that I wanted to create a poem that summed up the whole philosophy of human beings, their history, purpose and future. I wanted it to be monumental, all-encompassing and intricate. I knew that if I could just get the rhythm, rhyme and metre right I could create such a wonder that it would sweep the world and be transformational.

If I could only create a poem of such perfection, power and truth that it would pierce the psyche of anyone who read it, awaken passion and go off with the force of an atomic bomb into the subconscious. I could start a revolution that would alter history.

I would change the world for the better. If it was good enough, pure enough, magical enough, it would create a positive zeitgeist that would sweep all in front of it.

The future would be perfect. If I could describe a purpose for mankind that would grip everyone’s imagination so that anyone who read it was instantly filled with revolutionary fervour to make the world a better place. The poem would detonate in the minds of all who read it and spread round the world like a virus.

This is that poem. The rhyme, metre and scope have been crafted. The logic is so intense it burns into the soul. I think it is going to change the world.

It is the whole purpose for living!

PURPOSE

To gain wisdom;

To create,

And make the world

A better place.

 

Opher  19.7.98

Poetry – The Last Poem – a look into the future.

I wrote this on the last day of 1997.

Life is all we have. We have a consciousness that has come out of a miraculous fusion of chemicals. My mind is a mass of dendrites connecting more neurones than a galaxy.

When I die I will cease to be.

But I hope the ripples of my life will reach out to touch everyone and help make the experience of this wondrous universe better for everyone.

We do not die while our memory lingers on in the actions of others. We reach down through the generations with fingers of delight.

My friends and family live in me as I will live in others.

The Last Poem

Before I took my first thought

The universe did not exist.

Then it all clicked on

And has never ceased to desist.

They tell me one day

I will dream my last dreams,

Then the universe will stop

To seem how it seems.

 

Adrift in a void

That is not even there.

With no thoughts to avoid

Or feelings to share.

 

Alone.

 

Without even me.

With nothing to do

And nothing to see.

 

When time does not exist

And nothing is real

You cannot be

And I cannot

feel.

 

 

OPHER  31.12.97