Drowning in foolish beliefs;
Pixilated portraits falling off
Corroded walls;
Blank canvases pervaded by
Grainy brush strokes,
Billowing amidst scattered flickers of
Crumbling structures,
Ambling in blighted stillness.
Venturing to find equilibrium in
This cryptic world,
Stranded and abandoned,
Layered upon a
Pillar of empiric darkness,
Glazed in meaningless semantics.
Categories:
empiric, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Multidimensional spheres of worlds in existence,
intangible place in touch without resistance.
Unknowable known of all knowledge,
incomprehensible adorable relic.
Spectrum of visibility in fractions displayed,
Fragile, surely, purely imaginative portrayed.
Spirits of protection and ghost of dooms,
playing light and shadow in many rooms.
Sculptured and embossed through many stories,
living myth to the imminent picture of worries.
Silver vapor in frosted twilight morning,
the least of natures whole still keeps the mind adoring.
Tested motions, voice of heart and tears at hand,
as we observe and really little understand.
The moon wanes out all its precious waters by gracious will,
until the empty dark of month turns to its fill.
If love is the living water unfathomable and sweet high,
it will touch the impossibility to amplify.
The stories in many worlds show the resilient spirit,
against all odds and obscurities, is divine empiric.
Categories:
empiric, 12th grade, nature, symbolism,
Form: Ballade
Invictus
The stories that shows the resilient spirit,
against all odds and rationally is empiric.
It is not where the hero is seeking attention,
it’s the nameless person providing redemption.
The living urge in purity of spirit, without we could not exist,
only by lost egos continuously resists.
Walking on dreams, prayers and whispers clearly spoken,
solitary spirits changing everything what is broken.
The vale of the nightingale profound,
the stranger giving all in joyful chant.
Where the song of praise has no ending,
giving texture of serenity aiding.
Words of wise council is the currency,
long after all with certainty.
We all coming with a purpose in this world,
only fears establishing that paradox mold.
All one knows does not change the situation,
especially when one is worried about a reputation.
Some sacred text mentioned, not to give false witness,
more even to one’s own truth in brightness.
When the system is blinding your eyes immune,
its time to take real fortunes into tune.
Playing with the remote from the couch of ignorance,
will have its handicapped forced consequence.
Categories:
empiric, 10th grade, atheist, poets,
Form: Ballade
Invictus
The stories that shows the resilient spirit,
against all odds and rationally is empiric.
It is not where the hero is seeking attention,
it’s the nameless person providing redemption.
The living urge in purity of spirit, without we could not exist,
only by lost egos continuously resists.
Walking on dreams, prayers and whispers clearly spoken,
solitary spirits changing everything what is broken.
The vale of the nightingale profound,
the stranger giving all in joyful chant.
Where the song of praise has no ending,
giving texture of serenity aiding.
Words of wise council is the currency,
long after all with certainty.
We all coming with a purpose in this world,
only fears establishing that paradox mold.
All one knows does not change the situation,
especially when one is worried about a reputation.
Some sacred text mentioned, not to give false witness,
more even to one’s own truth in brightness.
When the system is blinding your eyes immune,
its time to take real fortunes into tune.
Playing with the remote from the couch of ignorance,
will have its handicapped forced consequence.
Categories:
empiric, 10th grade, atheist, poets,
Form: Ballade
Wrestling with time,
an illusion supreme
Its trinity empiric,
three masks to deceive
Past, future, and present,
our dreams undefined
Outside of their stricture,
new presence unrhymed
Rejecting convention,
short sighted and slight
Imprisoning our vision,
with capture and fright
In seizing this instant,
its moment sublime
All truth flowing freely
—unfrozen in time
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
Categories:
empiric, truth,
Form: Rhyme
Is life about how many
or then about how much
Is the truth in computation
or in what those numbers touch
Is the measurement empiric
with a final answer shown
Is salvation in the lyrics
with the word count still unknown
Is there faith inside the mystery
that mere reason can’t abide
Is there something deep inside you
that excuses cannot hide
Is there a wind that blows indulgent
carrying an echo from before
With a voice that speaks the loudest
the one you listen to—reborn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Categories:
empiric, voice,
Form: Rhyme
Is life about how many
or then about how much
Is the truth in computation
or in what those numbers touch
Is the measurement empiric
with a final answer shown
Is salvation in the lyrics
with the word count still unknown
Is there faith inside the mystery
that mere reason can’t abide
Is there something deep inside you
that excuses cannot hide
Is there a wind that blows indulgent
carrying an echo from before
With a voice that speaks the loudest
the one you listen to—reborn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Categories:
empiric, confusion, eulogy, inspiration,
Form: Rhyme
Is it just me or has “poetry”,
Become a word for “vomit”,
They’re words without phonetic symmetry,
As if “poem” was synonymical for “omelet”.
Can a poem truly be anything and all,
A writer deems or seems in any way?
Are words without rhyme or flow to y’all,
A “poem” no matter what they say?
I long for Shelley and Whitman and Wilde,
Whose content coalesced with form and lyric,
Rather than the written words of a child,
Whose empiric entries are at best satiric.
Oh poets remind us of what our voice can do,
When laced with lust for literature and nomenclature,
Whose languid lore can lavish in tone and hue,
Within the art that best defines the beauty of human nature.
Categories:
empiric, art, literature, poems, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
I'm spirit
Be not afraid of it
I'm clear
legit
I'm lyric
Empiric
Satiric
I visit
the other
I'm water
You're hot
I'm hotter
I'm son
You're daughter
My spirit is tall
My flesh is shorter
I'm wind
Free
Not pinned
Neither thick nor thin
I'm skinned
I blow as I wish
No one knows where
I'm coming from
And where I'm going
People hear my roar
It's my game
My score
I'm not less
But more
I'm not peripheral, minor
But core
I'm central
Elemental
Principal
Crucial
Vital
Essential
I'm Primary
Fundamental
Categories:
empiric, confidence,
Form: Quatrain
She
moved the
empiric
into abstract
form
from
above
and beyond
the natural
view-
a
close-up
of flowers
in magnified
bloom
Ekphrasis tribute to Georgia O'Keeffe
Categories:
empiric, art, people,
Form: Lyric
A gaping mouth, desperate to, in the end, consume all else
The Beelzebub that knows its place and, once denied, is felt
Lays open all the questions that can lead to what we knew
And answers what could never, though empiric, be untrue
This blood of apathy
Drains to a depthless sea
The voices deep inside
Embedded, cannot lie
The other soul knows of itself
More than the mind can comprehend
The other soul cannot be felt
But neither soul can still transcend
So fanciful, desires to create, to but control
To overlord, to master what we think we cannot know
"Play God, Play God" the demons cry
"Enough, enough", we can't deny
"Sublime, sublime, extrapolate
Transcend, transcend, corrupt and sate"
The horror, horror, demons' cry
Beneath the fathoms of the mind
The real demon, that am I
My devil is my heart
The lightly torn apart
The darkness
The darkness
The horror
The horror
The end
To end
All
Categories:
empiric, introspection, passion, philosophy,
Form: I do not know?