Painting by Pál Szinyei Merse [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Tuesday, January 2, 2018
Sunday, June 11, 2017
Free Will-but save yourself
The whole truth and nothing but the truth,
You can't handle the truth-
Truth be told,
If you dare,
I swear on my life
It had all been said before as time and time again repeats itself, this time is different,
as assertion or assumption that the old is new again-this time
there is no way all the way around without seconds-
You've tried before, before the moments meant more than muddled memory of cake,
a building block, an hour glass or year more changes things, dims the lighting while we change
and seek something original before sunset-
Yet nothing new or true has been said yet...
except we still try (and propose)
we still lie (and suppose)
we still die, believing legacy lasts longer than I told you so,
as though the truth shall set you free
to choose
just
one.
Painting by Anne-Louis Girodet de Roussy-Trioson (1786) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Saturday, December 24, 2016
Scratching heads, Sniffing tails
Do you remember how it was
before we found zero?
Everything had value
and volume
that occupied more than space.
Would it be a lie to reminisce
about the days before we found fire?
Why
it was black and
white Then powerfully portable
to ashen grey
as it smolders to day.
This is why they burnt everything they
wrote.
Nostradamus was nervous,
rightly so, paranoia will destroy
any weak one in its path.
Have you considered what was
eerie to Einstein should stay
Unknown, no?
Theoretically,
the words slept green and furious
and letters
stopped coming...
There was nothing before-
Us, the Big Bang, the Virgin Mary,
a flaring forth, why
is the sky blue-again?
Truth be told,
matters only
in youth.
And then the missing link
before Us.
The radiant sun,
lights the night and moon
in twirling moods, the pi spinning
itself in dark matters,
starlight never seemed
so bright and worth while...
Painting by Jan Mandijn (circa 1500–circa 1560) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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