The Teacher Pt. 1

Picture this.

Picture what?

You’re standing in front of thousands

Why?

Hush… I’ll tell you

Okay

Hear them go silent 

Waiting on even the unadorned exhale of a breath

Look into their faces

See them look upon you

Eyes full of admiration 

Butterflies in their stomachs

Smell the excitement as it whiffs through the air

Feel the importance

The chills

The thrill

The power to command ideals

Manipulate

Bend

Sign the signature the mighty pen doth seal

Put quill to Father Times guest list

Get through the guard

The marred history of people forgotten

Have status to the house we call history’s text book

A name on a line beginning and ending with your existence

An island on time’s eternal mellifluous brook

Rattle the world?

No you shook

You knocked its head off its shoulders and brought it to its knees

They begin to talk about you

“They’re brilliant”

“They changed the world” 

 Who?

You 

What did I do?

Became a memory 

Timeless, not temporary

You saw past the scuffed glasses society wears 

Ignorance, the smear we stain ourselves with

The disgusting filth we wallow 

The path to enlightenment

Empathy

Perspective 

You cleaned their glasses

Those cowards 

Those who could not roll their sleeves up

Those who were afraid of looking down from the top

Those who went nowhere 

Fearing the future, the fleeting moments they clasp

Each. 

Finger. 

Eventually.

Slips.

They missed the point

The meaning

It wasn’t to live for the day

It was to live for more than a lifetime

It was to live through those who follow

Through a legacy

An idea

A radiant brilliance in humanities dark mind

They bit at your organs

Condemned you as you tried to deliver them

Promethean god! 

They would not listen 

They did not listen 

They held their hands to their ears and looked  you in your face

Mocking you with their tortuous and sickly twisted hearts

Cast stones from their glass house

You held a bolder

But you held your fire

You looked into their house 

Their glass walls of transparency

And saw only a frame hollowed by fear and misfortune  

You saw their cracks that grew with each winter 

You knew they would crumble come summer

You asked to help patch their flaws 

Your hand outstretched

They kissed your cheek and plunged a dagger in your back  

They turned away not to watch you wither 

They laughed to drown out your cries and chokes

What did I do?

No, it’s what you will do

What will I do?

Live life after you are dead

They will fade as generations forget their names

Frail minds and fractured memories

Fame for the lost momentary

Fruition into remembrance

Fail not, transcend their ignorance

Fertile is the ground you so walk

Be glorious

Do not be famous

Fame like all other things fades

From ash to worthless carbon ash

You are born a diamond  

You are born champion to the minds who preach ignorance

Defend their virtues not

Defend their passions not 

Defend only their lives

This is the only value they gleam  

But life is not what you do tomorrow 

Life is how you are remembered tomorrow

Life is how you made them keep your name on their lips

Life is when you’ve done more for your fellow man than they have for themselves

What about living for happiness?

What about living for those you love?

What about living to be virtuous?

Living to be virtuous?

What are virtues when those who decide them are hypocrites?

Hypocrites who mock their own breath

Them with their white gowns, traditions, and ancient books

They teach love to a false melody but their songs conspire hate

Them with their degrees, benches, and bought votes

They teach equality but write laws to oppress 

Them with their markets, goods, and greed

They teach simplicity but bend and weave societal ideals into a trap

What about love or virtues?

Love?

Another commodity manufactured in hells twisted heart

What is love when so many children are torn between two parents who thought they knew love?

What is love when the world dictates how to keep love warm?

What is love when people find out the heart is a black kettle steaming out of water?

There is no fountain of youth to fill loves void when it is gone

Pain.

Pain is at the bottom of a cracked and bone dry bottle

Not for those who forced it but those who were put under the pressure of heat

Those who screamed a shrilling whistle until they boiled out 

Love is only a cruel joke we tell ourselves to pass the time

Love is a dusty word in a forgotten canon on man’s shelf

Bastardized beyond recognition is love

And virtues?

Daft are so many who preach virtues biased with flawed perceptions

Worse yet are those who recklessly follow without reservations

Why do you see so much darkness in mankind?

I see a dim flicker in their near black hearts

Lost is their way 

Lost is their value in love

Lost is mankind

Lost is their path 

They chose the wrong fork in the road

Tripped by a siren on the path to enlightenment

They followed her sweet music down until they were consumed

Lost without seeing the forest behind a single tree in there way

Consumed by faltering ideas

Entangled by indulgences 

Snared by extravagances

Alas, hope is not lost for them

How will they be saved?

By one who teaches loves true form

Unconditional 

Unbiased 

Not in the name of a prophet, saint, or martyr

Not in the name of a king, president, or dictator 

But in the name of love

Pure

Faultless 

In the name of illumination

Thoughtful

Radiant 

In the name of none other than mortal

They know what faults them

They know their ills 

But stubborn is their hearts

For stubborn is their will

They look into the sun until they are blind

They are sightless from their glutton which glares the bellowed seas they tread

They fall overboard stilled by the numbing of their sins

They drown in the shallow murk of hazy cheap sensations

They are lost to temptations

They feel no pain

Others cheat the system

Shorten the epitaph on their shallow stone 

Condemned for their clairvoyance they die a martyr to a cause unheard

The rest look on

See

Hear 

Speak

Do nothing!

Blind 

Deaf 

Mute

Foolish monkeys they are!

To them there is no evil in the good they never made 

How wrong they are

Why are they like this?

Pain is a burden too great for the weak to carry

How do I fix this?

Make them see differently 

How do I make them see differently when so many are blind?

With love

Love?

Yes, Love

Love will save them

You must walk with love

Do you understand?

Yes, I think I can picture it now

Love is glory

Love is not lost

Mankind is not lost

I will lead with love