Thales the monist
(But Phales first)
Anaxamander's apeiron
Bound by Thales's thirst
Aristotle's forms are particular
He found Plato forms peculiar
A dualistic idealist
Mathematically sure
(Or so he thought)
and no one bought
Pythagoras's mysticism
Mathematical or not
And then there's Kant
A metaphysical agnostic
Hume's empiricism
Is left to criticism
And Barkley left a theological veneer
On a history of philosophy so *****
Leaving no one to know for sure
We'll God knows, and knows why
He doesn't discover anything new
He doesn't learn anew or is surprised
(So if your tempted to call it Murphy's Law)
Call on Him the Original Know-It-All
Categories:
empiricism, god, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
Breaking through day,
the last night,
where the mirror
on glass lips posed
for a new moon,
that only masked
its face in ebony
brims of space
trapping in my ache,
with cedar pandoras
making the bleakest
of songs; a
viridescent heart—
under sylvan skin;
back to sun's cloned moon;
her moody phases
cut you, while
salt gives the
macadam a required
taste— alone,
with an empiricism
of waste; but in a
candle's whiffs,
the flames—
round and round in
my head— afer an
evening's quivering
prayers, fixated on
poppies in morning—
breaking through day.
Categories:
empiricism, angst, deep, introspection, life,
Form: Free verse
Only going around the moon,
where to the eclipse I feed homage
to keep my heart in my fingers;
there pallor in the empiricism of
burning conscience lifts
to look on a dark spot—
in the hallways of my soul.
My thought would be alone inside—
the polished floor with broken
frames.
Couldn't I stand unappalled
for my scars, then absolute
them in ocean salt? There,
walks no line...
just phantasms in silver,
that harvest the beauty
of dreams.
Within twisted vines,
out of their depth—
a shaded rose grows.
Categories:
empiricism, appreciation, deep, introspection, journey,
Form: Free verse
She came in, alright
In the still void of the night;
A stillness only raped by the resonance of her loosely fluttering nightie
Mercilessly thrashed by the whistling wind; wintry as it wafts on lightly,
Transmuting the skin sallow
Yet, she came in …Poised, but fallow;
Graceful but uncultivated, like two contrasting auras
Forged into that one chief essence that wriggles the finest floras
Into a verdantly scented existence;
That which enriches mankind’s olfactory empiricism. Hence,
Has my soul been charmed, and shall be spoiled for days.
An anomaly, not for my regal ways-
An imperial blood craving eternal confluence with turbid waters;
I’m a Prince in love with one of the peasant farmer’s daughters.
An unfitting art crafted by Gaea…
But like my soul itched for, she came in…
Elegantly writhing her way to share with me under my bedding
And we danced the night away, aired with Sayer.
Categories:
empiricism, august, love, romance, romantic,
Form: Romanticism
The first time that Godly Committee took seat
The latecomers found not a space to sit
Drawn up was the Heavenly Constitution
To regulate the earthly institution
Life on earth was just made to be flawless
In contrast with the abyss that is floorless
Life was made to sound like nice Christmas jingles
Instead men on earth created concrete jungles
Where prostitution dominates brothels
This is how paupers are made in motels
God expects creation to come to fruition
But men just trust more in their intuition
One group is being consumed in idealism
The other group upholds empiricism
Believing that life is through experience
Where conclusions are by experiments
Baked are theories that are metaphysical
Formulas that are mathematical
Perfect conclusions of theories come not
Solutions by formulas turn to naught
Men think creation to be accidental
But cosmos is divinely transcendental
System of creation eludes the man's mind
That is the order of God for mankind
Categories:
empiricism, creation,
Form: Rhyme
Sirens beckon this vestige as the translucent pendulum swings....
Scaling tuition severed walls wherein nothing lies at all yet
Galaxies of empiricism cast into the still voided winds?!
Frequencies, encircling this graveyards languishing amid the tombs of silence
Their transfixed marbled quintessence now, calling from the depths of
Neverendings never was....
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....Mirage ~
Categories:
empiricism, faith, introspection, life, love
Form: Free verse