Best Aegis Poems
"Precepts of the Aegis-Holder"
no gorgons here
but 3 of one, yes?
shields raise
back the dead
to life
and phoenix
from the ashes
spreads its burning wings
feathers of blue
now gold, tra-la notes,
messages burning
rising upwards, it sings
and the hounds noble
stand their ground
under tree of life
the wisdom drops from leaves
like tears, black pearls
in for a penny,
in for a pound
what say you?
to the manor born?, or
light of life?, by now
it does not matter
for all is found, surely,
in each
the other
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
mlb,klb, llb
"A chattering crow lives out nine generations of aged men,
but a stag's life is four time a crow's,
and a raven's life makes three stags old,
while the phoenix outlives nine ravens,
but we, the rich-haired Nymphs
daughters of Zeus the aegis-holder,
outlive ten phoenixes"
The Aegis-Holder.
Burton.
Phoenix.
3.
Lux Vitae.
In this capricious
age of comings and goings
of the other side
I am blessed
for I can submerge into
your aegis, your undermind.
I see the shadows following the darkness
hue fading under aegis
The last toppling of the wine
I see the glances in their rain
whose faces that can touch their reflection
Under the heavy aegis of passing time,
Centuries have become a burden weighing upon the moment,
We are more severed from purity than all the ages,
Corpses of empires, our own decay surrounds us.
History extinguishes under our exhausted breath,
The rasp of nations' deaths becomes a background melody,
The curtain of the universe is torn, moth-eaten,
Through its cracks, we see only masks and sluggish phantoms.
Is there love beyond what you can grasp?
Is there goodness beyond your limits?
Is there a reality broader than all you know?
Is there understanding that far surpasses you?
It would be wise to believe so.
For yes, chaos extends beyond the horizons,
But this chaos is a foundation only for those who do not venture,
On the invisible steps of the eternal mystery,
In the teachings of the past lies deep evidence.
The eternal clock pendulates in a heavy silence,
Each stroke, an open gravestone in the night,
Ghosts of old empires, caught in a macabre dance,
In the spectrum of our ruins murmur to one another.
In the mantle of the evening, we wear living masks of twilight,
Trying to cover the decay of our souls,
But through the holes in the curtain, absolute truths penetrate,
Specters arrayed divinely, like banners of being.
Our saga is written in the ash of a bygone universe,
In endless universes, we explore deeply hidden secrets,
In the fissures of reality, whispered answers trickle,
In unknown questions, a network of dreams intertwined.
In the eternal vastness, a sense reveals its wings,
Perfectly interwoven chaos, in its form of wonder,
But at its core, a hope shines with living light,
Beyond all we know, eternal purity is born.
Beyond our limited echoes,
Lies an absolute love, a cosmic goodness,
An unbounded reality and supreme understanding,
Awaiting us, beyond the springs of knowledge.
Thus, in the midst of shadows and hollow suffering,
Hope weaves its thread of eternal silver,
For in the mysterious depths of infinity,
Chaos emerges, but so does the fundamental order of being.
On US Army about
Legacy is leaving a mark on the people around you and the world.
Like placing a rocket upon their shoulder
Or giving them choice within the assessment scale of your grade
I could only hope I haven’t left a scar
Gentle as fragile instances passing by my observation
The Flame and The Fire control detonator
Who let the kids play with the matches
When overmatching the match mayn't appear the overmatching of the most ethical
Then will the most ethical appear hypocrisy if the Decision Dominance saves soul from trap of the Devils
Inspired by Ogden Nash
These poem was written well prior ADP 3-13 was published in Army Directory
But will the Army then give me benefit of serving as a source
People today claim themself with no shame being AN INFLUENCER
Do the they comprehend responsibility then ?