My Philosophy Poem by John Calvin Cochrane

My Philosophy

Meaning
what creates purpose
to look skyward as Plato
far beyond
outside their sky.

Wandering,
gazing through
starlit horizons
Life, what end.
Where do I start?
Those stars, false
Some way, out long ago.
Lost dwarfs, once
Galileo’s giants.
When exactly, I can’t
imagine to
guess?
The expansive
enormity of
which may be
so called so far beyond you and me.

Almost as thought
in the dark,
stars could have
fallen into
Newton’s lap from a
painted corner of
Michelangelo’s
sky into hands of
divinity.
A Sistine Chapel
in the Heavens space,
and Einstein’s back
door.

All to end
to start again,
or does it? ,
and where does
it all go?
Better yet
Where do we all
go?
Or where does matter go?
e=mc2 hmmm
Will it really matter?

There is good
There is bad
Who decides?
It’s up to me,
or society?
Will we pay $
now, as much as
capital punishment,
that arrives
at the early
decision,
The answer
for the man
left to fated execution
Philosophy says
the jury is
still out.

A philosophical
pure spirit.
One with
calm strength
in grasps of violent
storms in adversity;
Thus allows force of prevailing
winds of change within
him to add strength
in wisdom.

Only the deep
introspective
minds of Gandhi
expand borderless
limits.

Age old
rationale of
the human realm
in its stages
extends, in
our joys and
pains and reveals new
meaning.

These all effect us
In the swift
current of a
rapid changing world
spinning as a
dot in a miniscule
eyedropp shaped
cataclysmic milky
galaxy created;

Once expanding and
now some say forever
shrinking into
some inevitability formidable
ending?
We all wait and ponder at the sky.