Halloween
REMEMBER REMEMBER
The tale of the great scholar
whose thirst for knowledge had been the end of him,
Why must we know of a mad?
Mad as he is, it is a story to be told and laughter to be had.
The great scholar was young and mindful
he thought of everything the ugly and the beautiful
No knowledge escaped, from the intricate mind of his
as he kept them, tucked neatly.
As he grew he sensed everyone's false infallibility
and becomes restless because of it.
Oh, why oh why do we have to be small and slow?
Oh. why oh why you people have this petty prejudice?
Knowledge can save us, from dukes and duchesses to beggers from low.
However, the road of knowledge is not easy
It starts slow, but never picks up
as the stretches keep getting longer and longer
the contents keep getting harder and harder
for why thou would even bother?
But the scholar was a prideful man
Nothing will stop his odyssey
Hardships, failure, time, age, decay
Whatever comes forth
he shall observe with utmost scrutiny.
His journey took him far and wide,
To the eastern lands of rice and riches
to the western world of sickle and hammer
He came to be known and respected
He gave advice to all those who asked of him
His words of knowledge led everyone to success
The kings and queens wanted him for his court
but he refused gracefully despite all retorts
A rock he sat on, seemed like the middle of the world
I seem to know all but what am I missing?
Who would give me more, of the knowledge I seek?
A pitiful drunkard scuffled next to him
I may answer for another drink!
He gave him a coin, and the drunkard bowed,
Head south until you find Madagascar
There, a tower as massive as a tower can be
Find your way up and you seek
The person who will fulfill your dream
BE WARY
Dear scholar of ours
Lest you find yourself consumed by the very knowledge
you hold so dear.
The scholar nary heeded his warning
he set sail the very day and reached one evening
He found the tower
So devoid of color
A piece of non-historic connection,
An architecture with no context
No sense of humanity in it
As if it was always there
Before the world, before anything ever.
He climbed up its interlocking hexagons
The more he climbed the more things stayed the same
Each room he came to
Each passageway he entered
All led to the same identical hexagons
The tower was a library
with shelves for giants
All the books were gibberish
Letters are placed randomly, with no purpose at all
It all seemed meaningless
His indomitable spirit started to wane
But he pushed through
He did not know how long has it been or since
But one day it stopped
He came to a floor, the very same six walls
The meaningless books
But there was another
A person of some kind
Their clothes lose and frail
Hair half there half gone
Their eyes one working other molded and forlorn
A piece of their brain seemed to be hanging out
They noticed him and asked politely
What are you doing here?
I came to seek knowledge he said proud and mighty
I have passed the test of spirit
Lend me the knowledge I seek.
“What knowledge do you need?
For I know everything.
Everything that is was will be.
I know the possible and the impossible
I am the living paradox”
“Trully? Then I require everything
I must know everything you know
I must be complete, finally, my journey may conclude”
“You must understand to know everything may not be a blessing,
but a curse.
To know everything is to understand everything
To know everything is to experience everything
You shall know the essence of existence
You will comprehend the beyond comprehensible
You will experience the pain of everyone
You will be an ant trying to paint the mural of God”
“Nothing will stop me”, the scholar announced
“Then join me in this library of totality
Letters are prosed in every possible shape and form
In every sequence, in every pattern indefinitely
Everything that is written and will be written is here
This is the notebook of God.”
In the end, you will understand
The end of this journey is
Halloween
Halloween?
TO KNOW EVERYTHING IS HALLOWEEN!
TO UNDERSTAND IS HALLOWEEN!
THE ROAD TO GOD'S NOTEBOOK IS HALLOWEEN!
HALLOWEEN! HALLOWEEN! HALLOWEEN!
He could have had everything you know?
The man said drinking,
Could’ve been an advisor to the king
With all the riches and wenches that could have been.
Where is he now? The other man asked
Oh, somewhere around here and there.
Whatever you asked of him, he only screams the same thing,
HALLOWEEN!
HALLOWEEN!
HALLOWEEN!
