"From Eden," Pt. 2: An Anti-Apologia Poem

"From Eden," Pt. 2: An Anti-Apologia Poem

By divine decree,

Moira shall not allow my evil deeds

                                     to escape me.

Destiny,

I made my bed with other men.

The butterfly effect of a once perceived venial sin.

He appeared to me as a God.

Whispered worship exhaled with ease,

            but His mercy was exhaustible.

               He was my day of reckoning.

     —demi marissa giro [#missphilosoph4r}

         10.18.2018

Inspired by the lyrics of From Eden by Hozier:

"Babe, there's something tragic about you
Something so magic about you
Don't you agree??
Babe, there's something lonesome about you
Something so wholesome about you
Get closer to me

No tired sigh, no rolling eyes, no irony
No who cares, no vacant stare, no time for me

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword
Innocence died screaming
Honey, ask me, I should know
I slithered here from Eden
Just to sit outside your door

Babe, there's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
Where to begin??
Babe, there's something broken about this
But I might be hoping about this
Oh, what a sin

To the strand, a picnic planned for you and me
A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword
Innocence died screaming
Honey, ask me, I should know
I slithered here from Eden
Just to sit outside your door

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword
Innocence died screaming
Honey, ask me, I should know
I slithered here from Eden
Just to hide outside your door..."

Plato's Apology: Socrates and Domestic Violence

     "No, I didn’t think then that I should do
anything servile because of the danger I faced, and so I don’t regret now
that I defended myself as I did. I’d far rather die after such a defense than
live like that." (Plato's Apology, 38e)

     "The difficult thing, gentlemen, isn’t escaping death;
escaping villainy is much more difficult, since it runs faster than death." (Plato's Apology, 39a)


     A past lover of mine used to express that he could not fathom how a woman could continue with an argument even as his fist was held high. Socrates, in Plato's Apology, expresses well my need to continue such a violent quarrel. I would rather be punished for what I believe to be "right" than to sit in silent obedience as my persecutor gains pleasure from my submission. The quotes really speak for themselves.