Some Men: A Poem by C.T.Rasmuss.

Some Men   C.T. Rasmuss, mixed media/juxtaposed-grayscale (2013).

Some Men

Taming doubt and mastering grand

illusions of the impossible,

do these factor in Mr. Keats;

into your theorem of consolation?

“Beauty is truth, truth beauty”!

Some men need to know more.

Exploring an inexhaustible system of caverns

masked with lavish odors of tasty Mint Julip:

streams of relevant hopes cascade along,

emptying waste and spoils into an epicenter

of shipwrecked faith and smashed dreams.

Some men unfortunately drift out to sea.

Chronicles of captain's bliss, read softly aloud

upon vast lands of turmoil and vengeance;

all the while, its impressionable audience being

captured by sidewinder speeches, hissed by

forked tongues wrapped in corrupted silhouette.

Some men find themselves stranded ashore.

In the wake of God's infinite brilliance

it is beckoned to us all that:

“Men shalt not live by bread alone...”

Perhaps because in a muffled den of thieves,

virtuous men would drop like flies!

Signal...Some men pray on their knees.

Endearing temptations to reach something greater:

souls of isolation steer clear into magnanimous wake.

Relentless subordination to fierce elements and tide,

the artist, records his findings with a naive brush;

attained destination is relevant, given with each stroke.

Some men go on, continue bailing out their boats.

Basking in a hypnotic Amber light, graciously cast

by smoldering embers, crackling, becoming internalized:

ashes continue piling into the outstretched urn of time.

Flickering from petrified dreams of youth, mortality gains

acceptance from its morality, with fully glazed eyes;

Some men wade in a pool of eternity.