Filk #99 - Beatrice

Feb 04, 2011 18:15

On the way back from ConFlikt, my two passengers were talking about how men have it easy compared to women.  I reminded them that we guys have our own problems, re: doing stupid guy stuff.  Phrases that begin: "I wonder what will happen if I do this..." and "Hey, watch this!" usually don't end well.  We do tend to stupid risky stuff mostly to prove our fitness (if not our intelligence).

Why do we do stupid, risky, dangerous guy stuff?  Beatrice.  The kipled fishers would say Lalage.  We all left home. 
If we're lucky, we'll find a guiding star, or angel, to help us get through the stupid, risky, dangerous times.  It keeps us flying when we ought to drop right out of the sky.  Hope and Love.  I can't speak for anyone else, really, but they're what keeps me moving.

Anyway, a toast to the loves that give us hope and help us find meaning!

Beatrice


Dante Alighieri, did you know
That when you had your vision of the world below

Starting with your journey into Hell

A guide provided by the one who wished you well

Fear’d that you would falter on your way

Still hope remained that you would still regain the day

And find your love, she who called you “friend”

Dear Beatrice awaiting at your journey’s end

Push on through all the depths of Hell, my friend

The demons that you face / Forever locked within this place

That you’ve created in your mind will someday end

Push on though all you might have known now lost

But love still offers hope / A slender life preserving rope

And clinging to it you will find is worth the cost

Dante Alighieri, did you see

Beatrice, who waits for you, sends a guide to me

Confined to earth, heaven falling near

Within my view but out of reach, or so I fear

Oh, that I could live a thousand years

To purge my burdened soul of all its flaws and fears

And at last the harrowing complete

To spend eternity content before her feet

Refrain

Dante Alighieri, we are kin

As poets we retrace the lines of love and sin

Beatrice, to be our guiding star

Destined so to be adored always from afar

What foolish men we then must be

The pedestal becomes a cage and never free

Angels we must have to ease our fears

But even so such angels cry with human tears

Refrain

beatrice, filk, filk challenge

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