Ode to Resolve (poem)
By Luke Labern
What threatens the mind more than no control?
Sitting obediently with arms crossed
As quiet as a mouse; blind as a mole:
Yet paradoxical like sweating frost.
Bringing with it the ominous warnings
Of danger. A dark cloud then overhangs;
The definition of a man stripped bare.
I welcome new mornings
Hoping for a peaceful day with no fangs,
No bite. It is, indeed, torture to care.
A past version of me may have faltered,
But for now I wield self-belief, and that
Is the spirit of youth unaltered.
I was stuck shortly, for I was there sat
Wondering if I "had what it takes".
My mood was falling just as a bomb would:
I talked to some in an odd, worried tone.
(I made this for their sakes,
And my own.) It was about if I could
Save myself, melancholy and alone.
To one side, I embody all their hope --
Then the other waiting for me to fail.
If I was a plant I would be dope;
Controversial, but always for sale.
Criticisms a blizzard of rumour;
Insisting on making life a news story
When all I try to do is capture this.
Behind this plume, or
Smoke screen, I don't know if they saw me,
But now they're gone I know who I don't miss...
It doesn't call for arrogance or hate,
Nor a reliance on poor convention.
It certainly doesn't require fate;
All I need is my own invention.
When others support me, I get a boost:
The same is true when they don't believe.
I never asked for life, but I use it:
A fox among the roost,
Here to challenge who and what we perceive.
I try to stay moving -- no time to sit.
Death can bring me to a final halt:
If I can't walk then my mind takes me
Where I need to go and find out whose fault
Caused an earthquake, or parted the red sea.
In life, days spent with the best intentions;
As a human, problems can oft be found --
Too many hours have I blamed myself.
Evil iterations
Draw me away: when I am underground,
I can sleep -- till then, focus on my wealth.
Only in the weakest times can we find
Ourselves and our greatest accolades.
Even when it appears you've lost your mind,
When your thoughts are twisted more than braids,
This is when your essence will spring forward
In the face of doubt, in times of danger.
Constantly fighting these phases, tiring:
But move always toward
Your most vivid goal: if that sounds stranger
Then review your thoughts and get inspiring.
Sitting obediently with arms crossed
As quiet as a mouse; blind as a mole:
Yet paradoxical like sweating frost.
Bringing with it the ominous warnings
Of danger. A dark cloud then overhangs;
The definition of a man stripped bare.
I welcome new mornings
Hoping for a peaceful day with no fangs,
No bite. It is, indeed, torture to care.
A past version of me may have faltered,
But for now I wield self-belief, and that
Is the spirit of youth unaltered.
I was stuck shortly, for I was there sat
Wondering if I "had what it takes".
My mood was falling just as a bomb would:
I talked to some in an odd, worried tone.
(I made this for their sakes,
And my own.) It was about if I could
Save myself, melancholy and alone.
To one side, I embody all their hope --
Then the other waiting for me to fail.
If I was a plant I would be dope;
Controversial, but always for sale.
Criticisms a blizzard of rumour;
Insisting on making life a news story
When all I try to do is capture this.
Behind this plume, or
Smoke screen, I don't know if they saw me,
But now they're gone I know who I don't miss...
It doesn't call for arrogance or hate,
Nor a reliance on poor convention.
It certainly doesn't require fate;
All I need is my own invention.
When others support me, I get a boost:
The same is true when they don't believe.
I never asked for life, but I use it:
A fox among the roost,
Here to challenge who and what we perceive.
I try to stay moving -- no time to sit.
Death can bring me to a final halt:
If I can't walk then my mind takes me
Where I need to go and find out whose fault
Caused an earthquake, or parted the red sea.
In life, days spent with the best intentions;
As a human, problems can oft be found --
Too many hours have I blamed myself.
Evil iterations
Draw me away: when I am underground,
I can sleep -- till then, focus on my wealth.
Only in the weakest times can we find
Ourselves and our greatest accolades.
Even when it appears you've lost your mind,
When your thoughts are twisted more than braids,
This is when your essence will spring forward
In the face of doubt, in times of danger.
Constantly fighting these phases, tiring:
But move always toward
Your most vivid goal: if that sounds stranger
Then review your thoughts and get inspiring.
A Poem,
Published 30 April 2012
Published 30 April 2012