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...~* Poetry from my heart of hearts *~...
Over the years, I've written some of my own poetry: Some of my poems are about how I view social issues or the human condition... But I wanted to leave some of my poetry here in this community. I hope you will enjoy the poetry and/or prose that I have written over the years. ~ALK
Pythagorean Melody These thoughts, Transposed: onto your Berlin Papyrus, Come from the cosine Of indexical, yet identical thought – Not Euclidean, nor Chaldean by origin. But some would say follow this star: Star of night, or the Star of day Numbered in succinctness – a Delectable: ballet. Perplexed by the theorem No angled cosine to save; yet Though I know the camel travels Isolated, yet free to roam rivulet – oh! Water of life, plenty for thirst The desert will not perish, nor its fruits Dates, coconut palms, and currants bleeding with juice; In Egypt the kings sleep – but the Queen of the Nile, Who walked more than many a mile, Was buried at deep before birth – Ideas born of myrrh Frankincense adored with gold Nonetheless, brilliant and bold Pharaohs’ scepter was touching my soul: Like a stealth mathematickoi Code of honor No breach of trust – It’s a must. Cicero'd by trig tempered rhetoric Quietly listening as an akousmatikoi Conceptualizing: The akousmata, tis powerful Bend it with imagination Flow with the force of the river – you Stepped into the waters Cleansed; and as you emerged, the Stellar musculature of medicine will Take hold within your might: For tis the principle of the strongest Dreamed link, predicated on a starless journey – No moon to wish on, but Deeply moaning, we go into the night. Never looking back, There is nothing to gain, ‘cept the repeat of an egregious stain Cultured by anger, greed and bane – There is no ‘iron’ veil. This Pythagorean Theorem Remains steady, For what is behind you Propels you, feel the pain Motivated by numbers, it Will manifest in transmigration Of the peculiar soul Purification, rituals, mysticism Equations translated into music Pounded out by heart The path to heaven Is true, just start. Harmonious, they don’t give a damn This anvil of life Cascades into a freefall, Navigating perilously Mitigated with gall, Jettisoning the baggage No time to stall; This cup will not pass This way again, for today – nor Tomorrow, but certainly in the present, a Diabolical amusement is Explored from a lens: Molten in lava black, Red hot with thunder, Encasing the problem With shellac’d metaphysics, Preserved forever more Never: lack. Hang on tight I’ve got your back. Arranged in the motion Of a key Sharpened with knowledge Sting worthy of a bee Hark! Hear that voice – Carpathian Mountains speak the answer; For in my heart I rejoice. LDS (2007, March 31) |
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