I write from my heart, as an amateur poet whose love for math, philosophy and knowledge guides my pen and trickles down to the essence of the poems therein. I love engaging with you: for criticism, please feel free to write your thoughts on the poems or ideas you have or even give suggestions.
Friday, September 04, 2015
THE MIRRORED BEWILDERMENT
That all knowledge hitherto
Is but smoke rising
An effacing shadow
Upon the cave walls
Where prisoners sing in jest
To crown the sharp among these
And name them king
I fancy those mirrored walls
That tower about me
I see all I must and more
But to this there is more
This but a hypnosis realm
A world of illusions
A place of bewilderment
And so i journey to the waters
And see myself reflected
The moon and the stars
I climb to the summit
To behold the sun
And submit to her splendor
She illuminates my sight
As truth lights my knowledge
That tower about me
I see all I must and more
But to this there is more
This but a hypnosis realm
A world of illusions
A place of bewilderment
And so i journey to the waters
And see myself reflected
The moon and the stars
I climb to the summit
To behold the sun
And submit to her splendor
She illuminates my sight
As truth lights my knowledge
THE ENUNCIATION
Let thy tongue
Churn the waves like Neptune
To bring forth the envy
of the moonlit lunatics
Lull the masses with diction
Let them delve deep
And know thy soul
Articulate thy vehement feelings
To bring forth the inner sophist
Whose logic is beyond reproach
Words hold the means to meaning
Pregnant with potential
Ensnare their essence
String your words like a master poet
And throw your listeners into utter frenzy
The world is for the orators
Whose speech hold sway
Find them forever enthroned
In the minds of their followers
Like a message etched in stone
They are this world's master
Those that muster creative talk
Our minds, their playground
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