Labernism -> Logic (parts IX - XI) (poem)

By Luke Labern

VIII

What, do you call it 'cold'?
In practise, it's the opposite:
The time, love and energy
I wasted on

Troubling and uncertain
Friendships, I now
Devote to those few
That I wholly love.

The bonds become stronger
And the doubt and
Anger I had for
The actions of others

Is gone: I am
Left with a wholly
Positive spin on
My relationships:

All because I didn't tolerate
Tenuous bonds with
Questionable people.

IX

An example of a clichéd clause
Broken down into my own terms:
By rejected what 'reality'
Expects of me

I was able to redefine
The terms involved
To bring about
A very real improvement.

By dissociating myself
From an artificially-created
Appearance (and, to be blunt,
Not giving a fuck

What was thought of me...)
I was able to make my life
A productive and hedonistic place.
And that is just the beginning.

X

If you would like to follow me
Through such literal examples
In my life, then simply
Trace the trail I'm leaving.

It's not to be totally
Understood during my lifetime --
But the impression I leave
After my death, in history

Will have been -- and is --
Meticulously crafted...

XI

The principles behind my existence --
The means through which I flourish --
Are all in place and practise.
It's my job now to translate

Them from the engine
To their blueprints -- to prove
In the written word
What works in my action.

You may decide for yourself
If I succeed -- that,
Precisely, is the point
Of the art that I embrace.

And create. I'll live it
And we'll see what happens.
So I let it all out --
It's not a choice, or an option:

I will live it
And I will love it.
What 'it' is, is
Labernism's logic.