Calling it philosophy was the nearest it could come to be called anything.
But waking up every morning to the sound of the egoistical hordes stampede one can't but wonder why generosity had become a four letter word.
The Philosopher Diogenes went to the shadows with a lighted lamp in search of an honest man....

The tired old man said
"I'm looking for an honest man"
with the disheartening shrug
of being sure of finding not one.

He went out of sight, entering the
forest were most of it began,
tall questions made by children
and all the answers scattering by.

Cathedrals made of standing trees.
where witches show their game plan,
fairy godmothers and golden princes
and you in the middle, just a clown.

Also I want to see the elusive face
of that, among us, and honest man,
perhaps we have paid all too little
or, thirty silver coins was too much?

Following the elder with the lantern,
we also went of that forest, inside,
to see how our demons were doing
and to chase away the Leprechauns.

Sensuos naked Circe will be waiting
for anyone, that for love, be coming by,
expecting to get kisses, instead of
be embraced forever by quicksands.

Horrible distorted faces of people
that we thought we loved in the past,
maliciously flying around our heads
like nightmares with the wings of bats.

Accept that the world spinning around
so many things holds and contains,
but finding a real pure human being...
you will never find, here, such a man.