Poesy's an arduous art;
it requires skill and strict meter
and a poet of strong, rare heart;
or he will soon tire and teeter.
Poesy's an arduous art;
one must be a well-trained poet
to deftly pen poems subtly smart
and lyrical and not blow it.
Poesy's an arduous art;
a poet needs to be real sharp,
or his songs will just fall apart
with the pluck of the minstrel's harp.
Poesy's an arduous art;
from inspiration to the end,
even from the very first cold start,
a poet's measure should transcend.
Acquiescently Augmented
…I swam an ocean of many a mile, only to land on a lonely languid Isle…
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…there I slept on the sinking shore, with dimensional dreams to explore…
My thoughts escape the infinite now thru immortal images and semiotic sounds
Now I lie on the breaking bough for yesterday is gone and the illusion surrounds
The mind is trapped in tangled time where shadows simulate the falling grounds
Do I now accept the new paradigm amidst altered states of bimolecular bounds?
For what I once saw is no longer here a revolving reality of the reciprocating door
Thus the memories dissolving disappear buying anew at the semiempirical store
Now I awake with a quicksand quiver shaking hands with the delusional décor
I have shed and sailed the reconstructed river as I did an infinite times before.
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Can we ever wake up?
~~~
…the Mandela! Effect! Is here!
April.30.2018
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4. Virtual reality
Symmetrical chords:
Same roots, thirds, augmented fifths...
(Really inversions)
his saccharine moves
my senses are augmented...
floating on air
My days go by,
And I wonder why
All I can see
Has no meaning to me.
My life goes on,
Ev'ry dusk and dawn
Continue to
Keep ev'rything I knew.
With this great loss
I move 'bout like moss.
Without my mind,
I'm not of humankind.
You all can think,
I only can blink.
Unfortunate,
This is the end of it.
I want to be.
I want to be free.
Leave my prison.
Escape this pit I'm in.
I start to climb.
The walls are high.
I run out of time.
I desire the sky.
How hard going it is,
Climbing up this.
I slip and slide;
I can say I tried.
Once again I
Decide to try.
I rally my strengths
While my arms feel like planks.
The climb I make,
My whole life I take.
Now near the sun,
My task is now done.
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