Feel Free

 Feel Real

The sages say the world is an illusion

My nerves tell me it’s real

My thoughts flitter

My heart runs quicker

I know what I know and I feel

Merlin's Angst

Fallen teardrop, erode the cold

Granite stone who’s future holds

An object of romantic war,

The chivalry of King Arthur’s sword

Now cutting pain, revise yourself

Put back Britain on the shelf

Introduce Merlin to the Greeks,

Whose songs still linger in our speech

The Singer blind and the people lone

In thoughts, politics, and journeys home

The Wizard whispers in Plato’s ear,

“Is Socrates’s death worth your career?

Why don’t you just rewrite your book?”

As Plato speaks, “But I need that hook.

My Apology, it’s too late for review,

But for my work on time, can I use you?”

Wistful, returning now to the Ganga’s plains,

Long before Sikander’s army train,

Urgency compels Buddha take a break,

With tea and biscuits, and Merlin’s take-

“You’re very patient in sitting still,

Remarkable exploration of your will,

But we need you on the Western front,

Adolph’s starting up his rhetorical stunts”

Buddha spoke “It’s against my tendency,

To be and also not to be,
I think I better let it pass,”

While Merlin pondered whether Buddha got the gas