RE: A 17 year friend is dying
July 3, 2018 at 9:25 am
(This post was last modified: July 3, 2018 at 11:04 am by Brian37.)
The Murder Of Essence, By Brian37(And ode to my late friend Bob)(AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB and @brianrrs37 on twitter)
Oh what have you wrought
Explaining Dawkins book
Taking down my hero
You killed Plato
In "The Greatest Show"
I got confused, didn't know
Dawkins criticism of
Essence
Then you sir Bob
Took him down
Explaind Dawkins criticism
Explained why Plato was wrong
That there is no
"Essence of"
You cannot dream of
Perfection or utopias
Utopias people still chase
In religoin and politics
Made us more divided
You murdered "Essence" Bob
And now you have gone
Back to the atoms of the stars
That exploded long ago
To become the man I know
If there were an "Essence"
It would be the grace of your friendship
You've gone back to the universe
We were happy you were in it
No need of perfect rabbits
No need of perfect chairs
No need of perfect politics
No need of perfect gods
I had a friend in you Bob
It's all anyone ever needs
Though you're no longer here
You'll always be in me
You murderd my illusion
Of Plato's horrible guess
I am happy to have known you
To be able to call you my friend
Oh what have you wrought
Explaining Dawkins book
Taking down my hero
You killed Plato
In "The Greatest Show"
I got confused, didn't know
Dawkins criticism of
Essence
Then you sir Bob
Took him down
Explaind Dawkins criticism
Explained why Plato was wrong
That there is no
"Essence of"
You cannot dream of
Perfection or utopias
Utopias people still chase
In religoin and politics
Made us more divided
You murdered "Essence" Bob
And now you have gone
Back to the atoms of the stars
That exploded long ago
To become the man I know
If there were an "Essence"
It would be the grace of your friendship
You've gone back to the universe
We were happy you were in it
No need of perfect rabbits
No need of perfect chairs
No need of perfect politics
No need of perfect gods
I had a friend in you Bob
It's all anyone ever needs
Though you're no longer here
You'll always be in me
You murderd my illusion
Of Plato's horrible guess
I am happy to have known you
To be able to call you my friend