Solitude “Poem”

What is the world compared to my solitude

Nothing the man replied

The man was in solitude for centuries

Man makes his own world not world makes the man

I am the man said he

He was sitting near the window

facing the whole spectrum of his room

My solitude is my best friend

My solitude is my best enemy

My solitude is mine not even God can take it

I must preserve it from the world

This solitude is my Bible and my Torah and my Quran

This Solitude is my prophecy

The world is my Idea writes Schopenhauer

My idea is my solitude

So my solitude is my world I must preserve it

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

ahhh Poe

The man kept sitting there for hours of idleness

Should I say hours of self overcoming

Hours of creation and godliness

Hours of solitude and divinity

Let that man have his Sacred Solitude

You may go out and post pictures on Instagram

You are everybody and he is the man

Who is better?

Ask not O Mob Mentality

Solitude is every Man’s best companion

Solitude Lo! Wo! Jo! Mo! Ho! Ko! Go! So! Do!Qo! Speak all the strangest vowels

long live that man’s solitude oh clever soul enriching solitude