lunes, 3 de diciembre de 2007

Poem by Dexter

In life I’ve drawn inspiration and knowledge,
Had imagination ignited and exciting adventure kindled,
Rudyard Kipling, The conductor of these philosophical visions.

Wisdom shared through poem, “If” an ideal maturity of mind,
To rise above ego, to step aside the fracus,
Established truths adhered, swaying not to fleeting popular whims.

Stringent belief, no demand of outside reinforcement,
To elude lie, deception and despicable grudge.
Strength of discretion to not judge nor gloat.

To neither boast nor defend actions and intelligence,
Equilibrium, unbreakable spirit faces temptation, tragedy and turmoil,
Smiles.

Advice travels from creator to the created, father to son,
Leading by example my father, I still fail to meet,
To be the good man, that which I was blessed with.

Dennis Hopper reciting “If” by Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling - 1865 to 1936

Rudyard Kipling - 1865 to 1936


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream and not make dreams your master;
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And which is more you'll be a Man, my son!

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