Heightened sensation of precognition
drew lapsing thoroughfare of cognition
into frantic disembowelment of faction.
Cryogenic remains of what once stirred
the elemental bliss--container not dry,
yet frozen for the present tense.
Sleight of spine, tinged in tears, bludgeoned
self-confidence and castrated the anointed--
words. ever-true. Turned against in desperation.
Panicked, at the thought
of hurting you. Yet hurt was then beckoned
not to one but unto two.
Oceans filled the decanter of dreams
spilled dry…into wounds, opened-healed-
re-agitated by the salt distilled upon.
A sovereign voice
never thought of his own people
only worried- about what pain was paved ahead
/closing the kingdoms door
/refilling the moat
too deadly to cross
/inflicting drought and plague
amongst those intent on protecting.
Sorrow filled the kingdom
from throne room down.
Boss of Guardians beheaded.
Perhaps…
The rain will clear
to the point where the antidote can be properly administrated
Perhaps…
Those wronged under the premise of intended deeds of noble airs, will return to the kingdom…
One day…perhaps.
One day…filled with hope (and a cure for spine).
One day..I pray.
Showing posts with label logic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label logic. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
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Sunday, October 16, 2011
Disorientation in the AM.
I awoke with a strange aura glistening the room.
At first I felt frightened, then I don't know what
But as always, logic solved
After the waking moments waked
I realized I had installed these little tap on lights
underneath the book shelves
must've forgot to turn them off...
Could there be another explanation?
Perhaps...
most likely...
yes...
but I don't want to dream on that
line. I've been down that path too
often for it to only be dream.
Perhaps...
If the lights are on the morrow
At first I felt frightened, then I don't know what
But as always, logic solved
After the waking moments waked
I realized I had installed these little tap on lights
underneath the book shelves
must've forgot to turn them off...
Could there be another explanation?
Perhaps...
most likely...
yes...
but I don't want to dream on that
line. I've been down that path too
often for it to only be dream.
Perhaps...
If the lights are on the morrow
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Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Knowledge and Logic Walk Into a Bar...
Pyrotechnics
Flames profound
Instrumental
Sounds surround
Linguistic
Words abound
Paradoxical
Worlds allowed
Scientific
Strands alone
Knowledge
The breadth of form
Technical
Codes are found
Rotational
Spits turn round
Vertical
Ups and downs
Logic
And where it takes me
Radical
Shields erect
Rationale
Teasing tricks
Symphonic
Harmonies in bliss
Seasonal
Spirits align
Knowledge
Abreast in form
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