Simply Named: Me Poem by Jordan Legaspi

Simply named: Me


Nay, nothing much to say about him apart from being a poet and a joker
-a temperament artist with immense imagination and creativity
to pen signs and symbols; letters and numbers as if his life’s spirituality
It is indeed in this craft that shaped and formed his facets of character
though not the “genre of letters” but his prolific significant authority
in matters between head’s and heart’s image –the godly or the cruelty
Noble gift as he claimed it –the silent voice of blessing or of curing him and her
between the one self and the other self that shows but frailty
to his words or sketch of strokes from his malicious amity
Otherwise, cursed doth not to mark the page of each day in its waning-un-tender
in every to and fro of his eyes, that see it –the black and white of reality
and of its kind –the answer and the question that gives verdict to his curiosity

Love and hate of a lost son, a broken brother, a forgotten friend, a betrayed lover
of the friend and enemy alike: across the valley of the unknown nobility;
of the he and she alike: contoured the horizon of his sexuality
Entwined unto his framework the such individual anti of the fabulous mediocre
common unto his time, prisoner in their own atrocity
-the comfort-zone of its face in masks; alas, unto their will’s falsity
Glossy in his eyes the smile-thought of his loud-pretentious laughter:
the man before the many arid years of waiting; designed maturity
between the ho and hay; survival kit as it is taken but mechanical ability
And the dull hue of the world’s promised Eden –the paradise of the great puppeteer:
-the womb wrapped with mists of disciplines; “the god and his crafty”
-the tomb hovered with haze, after all “the man and his end’s certainty”
Sinners and Saints unto his prime, countenance of brilliancy, before the High-Altar:
as he is, before the theocratic-religious-offices, service to his religiosity
though myth; poetry; philosophy; science; theology is his scheme of ingenuity;
Popular unto his whereabouts the scenery of the mystic realm, thus, it is a spiritual wonder
the gods and the otherwise concepts of truth and false –the duality
of divine forces and energy, thus, it is his Herculean toil –his labor’s dignity;
It is then the philosophy of letters he is indulged to be reborn year after year:
-the image and likeness of then marvelous poets across the endless city;
-the face and mask of then fabulous jesters in the courts of their majesty

Cause and Effect, the motivating principle –but to err
against the intellect of the renown man and woman of influence, integrity
-the human tendency would be his fear to face and it is too, his vulgarity
Ulysses –the epic man, the arduous wrath yet only a lesson not to fear
but he is tossed like a feather against the wind, against the waves of the earthly
Alas! He is nay a warrior but a joker, a poet in search of the mighty
El Quixote, the quest of pain and pleasure; the man and his folly –the hero’s scepter
-his burning desire unto his dream; the king, the knight, the chivalry
thus, his life but nothing just a trapped in the unknown land of fantasy
Silence is his greatest intend –the blessing he thought but bah, a deadly mire
of melodious crime against his will to re-create but the ugly
of yesteryears –the “fare and foul – foul and fare”; a true destiny
The truth is I cannot tell you who and what he is –to whom I applaud a dear sire
at once a “man of others” in the land of the foreigners, a journey
of discovery about his life –the demand between god’s and man’s treaty
After all these words I claim is but only a limited frame for a such an actor
of many and different characters in a play both comedy and tragedy
on a stage of life with death himself in the hymn of the heavenly
So, the who, the what, the where, the when, the why and the how about my dear
“Simply named: Me” be in relation to the cosmos, a runty
with a significant rule to play; a character of him from birth to death, a Me.