For All In Me

The man is gone whom I admired;
His words were dawn, and I, inspired.
I sat apart; he did not see
That I was looking up for me.
And so I cry some minutes’ space;
Yea, one good cry for one high face,
For one voice strong whose thoughts ran straight,
Immortal song that mastered fate!
Yea, gladdest tears and proudest pain
I live and give, and shed and gain!
For all in me that is my love
Soars on heroic wings above
To heights of light he gave and shone
That now remain in me alone,
That I may flash my spirit bright
To climb this mount of cloudy night!

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One Life

As the end of my being is the joy of my giving
That all that is in to the whole that is me,
As expressed in the something that barely passed nothing
Until I had lifted and loved and set free,
With the mark of my thinking and passion upon it
That makes full immortal, yet timeless my time,
So my all days are one day, and more is not needed,
For nothing’s more high than creation sublime.

I live life with my fire; longevity scorn;
What is better than being the reason I’m born?
And to know there’s an end day, a last day, a death,
Gives a meaning and purpose to every live breath,
A magnificent present that only life gives
In that moment of moments when joyous pride lives,
When the world and its everything is only as great
As it loyally leads to my glorious state.
For mine is the Heaven of Selfdom, the throne of mankind,
In the height I have chosen and captured, alone with my mind!

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Columbus, Seen

Columbus, seen,
Looked at the Queen
And gave his winning speech.

Said he would go
Where no man know
And bring the all in reach.

Most men did doubt,
And shouted out
That he was well-nigh mad,

And monsters dread
Would seize him, dead,
Who foolishly waxed glad.

Columbus sailed,
Fearfulness failed;
His calmness drew men on;

The “fall off ball”
He deemed a flaw,
His judgment was men’s dawn.

Columbus, soaring
Past the scorn
Of they who love to hate,

Alumnus bright
Of summer light,
Superior to fate,

I praise your pride
That, un-denied,
The earth with truth did crown.

Your careful thought,
In daring wrought,
Has brought us all around!

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It Is

It is in having no religion that the mind of a man may lead him onward with responsible self-reason, as long as he does not succumb to fears or wishes of any kind. The forsaking of religion is the embracing of one’s mortal being; the abandoning of faith is the enriching of one’s realistic hopes; in the eviction of sacrifice begins the welcoming of desire and happiness; in the stomping of God and Allah into dust springs the singing fountain of refreshing waters; from the love of life comes the love of life.

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I Took Your Breath

I took your breath into my mouth
And all my soul went south;
Now in warm lands of circled arms
I stand and feel your charms.

I’m traveling nowhere but right here
To hear your whisper, clear,
That tells me you have all my will
To hold me hard and still.

And yet, you cannot get you free,
If ever you might try;
For your will, too, is all of me
Until the day I die!

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Hymn To Man

For all this time since human life began
With glowing rhyme come praise the mind of man.

His thought appears through all he steers,
His works are sharp and bold;
He plows the lands on which he stands,
The seas are in his hold.

The plain he takes, the mountain breaks,
His engines roar on through;
In outer space he leaves a trace
Of all he means to do!

Then give him praise for all his ways
And sing so loud and strong
Your very ears will be amazed
That pride has such a song!

Then glory, glory, glory sing!
Send hallelujahs high!
Give mind and soul your sovereign wing
And top off man with “I”!

Your thought comes through in all you do,
Ability, it grows;
When loyalty is first to you
Your independence shows.

Your honesty in loving truth,
Integrity in act,
Keeps joy upon the rail of youth,
A-gleam with dreams of fact!

There’s no detour when you are pure,
No senseless, selfless shoal,
But you’re the master on the shore
Of ego’s golden goal!

Then glory, glory, glory sing!
Send hallelujahs high!
Give mind and soul your sovereign wing
And top off man with “I”!

The human race is in first place,
The gods are going down!
The altruist is just a fist
That beats a thorny crown.

The love of man, which man began,
Is tow’ring over hate;
And reason’s good is very good,
A-shatt’ring shears of fate!

We rise and stand on every hand,
Our fearless faces shine;
We claim the flame of selfish fame
With name of one word—“Mine!”

Then glory, glory, glory sing!
Send hallelujahs high!
Give mind and soul your sovereign wing,
And top off man with “I”!

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Field Of Pansies

Soft, how soft, feel the pansies faces;
Soft on lips and on eyelids closed.
Fall’n have I after several races
Down in victory light reposed.
You come after and bump against me;
Laugh, exhausted, breathing so fast.
Tied at two, I leapt and burst by you,
Knew your loss would be my defeat.
First in triumph I kiss, through petals,
Lips not late that have won complete.
Winner, loser, you lie against me;
Crushed between, all these flowers massed.
Soft, how soft, is our field of pansies,
Soft on lips and on eyelids closed.

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