148 The Nature of Man

Oh mind, thou art a bastion for the truth,
O soul, thou art the metaphysic geist-
The corpse, not perfect, even in the youth,
Does ever wish, of virtue such, the heist!
The body knows it holdeth little gold,
A beauty, yes, but only to the eye,
And time destroys the beauty of the old,
The curse of man is ever that we die.
The mind and soul may yet be quite pristine-
And yet, when unfulfilled they are a void,
Their beauty lies in golden wisdom’s gleam,
On Earth their treasure cannot be destroyed!
And thus is man, he is of parts composed-
Philosopher and beast, in him exposed.
© Jerusalemrising (Tyler O’Neil)
Written February 27, 2007

116 Eternal Life

The majesty mankind does ere possess
The victory we hold upon the earth,
Will fade as time declares our great distress,
And ever-present snares degrade its worth!
This loss is felt upon the heart of man,
In pain he knelt to question living’s worth,
To find a golden balm, the search began,
No answer came, no psalm to heal the Earth.
Above the trees is heard a silent call,
The great disease is broken in the mind,
For thoughts will never die, as bodies fall,
To others shall they fly, ‘tis you they find.
If one does seek in short to never die,
Then he must find his essence in the mind.
© Jerusalemrising (Tyler O’Neil)
-December 17, 2006

32 The Kingdom of the Mind

The silent bell doth ring at end of day,
A sound so dark, and yet so light I hear,
As my false wish to work does fade away,
And inspiration sweet doth now draw near.
A slight concoction puts my mind at ease,
I end my work, and in my solace find
A true respite from all this world, a peace,
The silent hour, Kingdom of the Mind.
A newer urge, to write, my deep thought brings,
A sweetness lies within my pencil’s lead
A beautiful escape from mindless things
The truest self dictates inside my head.
And soon, in sweeter silence will I sleep,
‘Til then I relish contemplation deep.
© Jerusalemrising
Written March 27, 2006