For it was he
A true life brother
Who adopted
Those many years ago
A New Year’s resolution
To grow to accept
A love and acceptance
For every thing he disliked
Eggs for instance

For it was he
Who fell in love
With Ms Mary Warner
Yet was generous enough
(“kind towards others”)
(“freely giving more than is necessary
or expected”) – to share her
Alongside his wisdom
Wit and laughter

Not that I was unhappy
To share her, Ms Maya
Or Ms Dee
With him
For it was he
Was it not
Who, being accused
Of believing himself God’s gift to women
Retorted he believed women were God’s gift to him?

For it was he
Who walked his talk
Who followed the road less travelled
And was abandoned by so many
One by one by one by one
A dice man’s food
Too rich to stomach
His journey’s end a waking nightmare
Care in the Community’s hollow laugh

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on September 6, 2012, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. A most interesting poem of life’s abandonment by friends…or perhaps one should say associates.

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  2. He was an interesting friend. Many happy memories.


  3. “followed the road less travelled” – did he suffer from a mental problem?

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    • One of the things I was attempting here was to dissolve the conventional distinction between “sane” and “mad”, “normal” and “deranged”, healthy” and “sick”, etc.


      • Yes, and that’s why I first wrote “emotional” instead of “mental” (in my question already answered by you) but for some reason, probably to avoid a misunderstanding, I changed it to the conventional “mental” problem ….

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      • I’m not sure there is always a clear distinction between the mental and the emotional at an existential level. As I commented somewhere today, words are powerful tricksters.


  4. Oops, you already gave me the answer to my question. 🙂

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    • Is a mental “problem”, the individual’s problem, or that of other people? There is so much muddy thinking/feeling about this whole area, including the nature of mind, of consciousness, of normality, of reality …


      • Yes, it is indeed a murky area. What’s normal in one culture is considered sick in another. And some people are so intimidated by what others think that they have no own identity and not the guts to be who they are. However, when your thoughts torture you, because you lose the feeling for what is real and what is imagined; when you see yourself torturing others although you are the most gentle person on the planet; when you don’t touch anything around you anymore without gloves on your hands because you are convinced that you will get contaminated with a lethal substance… (my son… we just came back from the emergency ward of our mental hospital a few hours ago. He couldn’t bare the thoughts anymore. Fortunately, talking to the psychiatrist/psychologist on duty really helped him and we got some good tips)… THEN YOU have a problem.
        It’s 3:20 in the morning/a.m. here and I’m going to bed. Good night/good morning. 🙂

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      • Considering how complex our mind and body are it is amazing that so much functions OK so much of the time at all. I hope you both got a good night’s sleep in the end.


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