Sacrificing the ImaginariumAt times, I think Pythagoras was playing God
and that his law is that of a universal plan,
Mathematic yet organic, organized, chaotic, all in one,
our failure to see that is the altar and the lamb.
I build my conquests from an inner brink
I've stepped across in pride
I am at times, the emperor of Rome,
the moon, the flux and tide.
And I can stir emotion in my kings
And when I want, my eyes turn darkest black.
My flaws I don't possess, I never own,
Yet my downfall is always what I lack.
My fortuneteller plays the flute, you see
In notes which have no name,
I leave no hostages to fortune,
yet destiny remains the same.
At night, I dream, of unicorns and ghosts,
Of golden dust and vivid light,
But when I wake they're always gone,
and still no radiance in sight.
However, there are horizons
I've yet to see run dry,
And I have nerves and thoughts,
which counter all my sighs.
Remorse has every right to be a word,
but its meaning deserves imprisonment for life,
I've yet to finish my equation, m
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The Earth may yet stand stillAnd I can tell you stalk meThe Earth may yet stand still in Free Verse
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when even you don't know you're there;
an elvish grin, and eyes downcast,
immortal ponds, reflections from a past,
when seconds could be stopped,
emotions could be rocked,
when children hid from elves,
and angels feared themselves...
When you lay siege with sight,
Unaware, without a prayer, without a care,
The Earth stands still again
And unbeknownst to them,
there's a throbbing of a heart,
and the notes sung by a lark,
no children, elves or angels peering,
just the silence of emotions stirring...
Credo quia absurdumWell, I believe in closets packed with ghoulsCredo quia absurdum in Free Verse
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and one-eyed spiders
And one-legged centipedes.
I believe in Lazarus rising from his tomb,
in David's slingshot
And Pegasus missing the Ark.
I believe in sunshine and a certain kind of moonshine,
That Poseidon dreams of dolphins with one eye open
And that Venus, in her inner torment, was capable
of cutting wings, and leaving Psyche all alone.
Oh, I believe in the sky's roar when it starts to thunder,
In biblical floods and plagues and measures of wheat
that will one day be measured by Famine.
Well, yes, I believe for the sheer absurdity of it
In cyclops with no eyes,
And in barren trees of life.
Cogito, ergo sum.
Credo quia absurdum.
I think, therefore I am.
I believe because I can
In the galaxies in front and behind of my eyes.
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and all the platitudes composing such things.
A momentary relapse of matter
contained in mortar and chatter.
Voices adrift in time without space,
escaped from the latter's brutal embrace.
Rectangles enclosed in the stream,
the tunnel contained in a dream.
Words as wingless and godless as lakes
filmed in the movie barren of takes.
Ascension comes with a price,
a game between mankind and mice.
The thread gets lost in the loom,
No corners or windows in this darkened room.
Breathless, with life still to breathe,
The body which the mind cannot leave.
Eternal embrace, through divinity's grace
The motion so clear, to burn the last fear,
eternity's near, and dried the last tear,
the vision in sight, bleached the last night
there is no more fright, good day to the light.
I seek Serenity - To myselfTheres something Ive always loved about Islam ever since I learned about it. Its one of their divine laws: taking a trip, at least once in their lives, to Mecca. Normally, I can never appreciate very specific religious rules. One of the things Ive always hated about Christianity (well, Im only talking about what my grandmother used to make me do when I was a little girl) is having to go to church every Sunday.I seek Serenity - To myself in Academic Essays
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One might say that theyre the same thing; that only distances differ. In a way it is the same, and in a way it isnt. To me, a baptized Christian, going to Mecca would mean more... and I cant really say why. Its a feeling.
Lately, and that is to say for the last couple of years, Ive been more spiritual than anything else. After going through several adolescent phases, if you will, passing from paganism to atheism to agnosticism to deism, and God knows what else (mind you, in my heart, I felt and truly believed all those r