Let us go then, you and I. Let us go then, you and I… For a hundred years, this line echoes around the rims of the inner ears of poets and anti-poets, not because it’s true or untrue, visionary or revisionary, but because I never say ‘I am I’ and you never echo you are you. Did we just talk to women smiling over a pantless Michelangelo? Did we just finger-smell a young lady’s perfumed upper lip? Did we just eye-lick her dawn-colored, spring-wreathed eye-brow? But she’s the epitome of life, warped by Ancient’s misfortune or Craggy Terrestrial Risks blood-planted by God against His will, blood-planted by consummation-seeking Self-Esteem to become a flames-forged God.
Please don’t rationalize your lust. Please don’t theologize your surfacing-and-submerging death-wish. Please don’t mis-sophisticate, mis-label your sophistry as wisdom. Just stare at your hypocrisy, greed, dark sexual loves, inner fights. Better to be a self-critical Socrates than a self-deceiving Reverend? No mortal can outgrow those last shadows. But you keep protesting: your hundreds of hours of meditation have murdered them, buried them under eternal scriptures and poetry. Sure enough, in the middle of the night, or after satisfactory sex near dawn, when we ghost-floated back into half-consciousness, their greenish, leery, smirking eyes lurch out to embrace us, kissing us all over again… with the stubbornness of our beloved domesticated poodle, despite yesterday’s vow to slough off, at least, the darker horns of the conditioned mind. Perhaps this is what makes Eliot’s undying. At least his Prufrock’s lamentation. The undying strangeness of life looking more honestly at itself via transparent, conscientious mirrors …
Merton Lee is the author of best-selling ebooks (a) One Thousand Gifts (Where Is God When It Hurts?) published free on Smashwords website, and (b) When Bad Things Happen to Good People (God is biting the bullet theodicy) . He is the well-known author of the Christian articles 'Footprints in the sand (New version year 2013) ' and 'Let's do something beautiful for God'. His poem 'The Road Not Taken' is read by thousands of readers.Born in Singapore in 1969, he is a Christian essayist for the past 10 years. He has studied, reflected on and practised the key insights of the perennial wisdom of Christianity and the major religions for 30 years. He works as a senior Accountant and Finance Manager for more than 20 years in the public sector, contributing his best years to public service.He graduated from the National University of Singapore in 1993 with a Bachelor's degree, studying Philosophy, English Literature and Economics. He also obtained Masters degree in Business Administration majoring in Finance from UK (University of Leicester) and another Masters degree in Accountancy from an Australian University with distinguished results, qualifying as an Accountant. He is married for more than 20 years with two children. They live and work in Singapore.
The legato of language and lingo, The dance of diction and dialect — Have you ever considered the difference A little letter or two can effect? Texture of tense, Savor of sense, The nuance in a sentence — What’s really
Meet Zask and Zisk, See them venture forth — They know little About the destination, Only that it’s an energy station On a big blue world Known to locals as Earth. “Look at that!” Exclaims Zask, “We are in luck
True love is something so elusive. True love between two people is the most precious of gifts, Falling in love is not just an expression. Love is a powerful force that cannot be dissuaded. Love requires a lot of faith.
The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half
The moon awaits eagerly in the same pedestal it ignited my passion. What lips, my lips have kissed, are long forgotten. The memories easily quickened as a few puddles along the way I voluntarily stepped in. What arms have lain