The Peace Pipe

I have had faulty illusions
I was mindful, felt just a little lower than God
I wanted to be remembered as some kind of paragon
In full dimensions; unflawed
In several occasions; applaud
Even in the broadest sweep of sea, I wanted to leave my mark
But as I gaze at the ocean,
Beneath the panorama of clouds
Seeking peace in my heart and mind, I was terror-stricken
I felt the pressure of unspoken grief
And every increment of pain, so delicate, yet deadly
In the vastly different darkness
Discouraged my sense of impudence
And led me into the unknown adventure
Pushed me into outmoded territory
Where I saw only incorporeal beings
Poltergeist and shadows of the defeated
Ones who were romantic daredevils
Who lived a poetic life - the Shakespearean type
Browbeaten by hopeful expectation
Who believed they were irreplaceable
That there were no other preferences
Until death began, and time slowly abbreviate
Until strokes of luck cease to exist
Until what is left to do is to plead ignorance
Swim with the tide and rest in peace...
To whom it may concern,
I have smoked the peace pipe
Now let me take this leave
Believe my dying words
And acknowledge my last hurrah

-PRK-