“Is 'Mathematics...not only [a] Truth,
but [a] supreme beauty—a beauty cold
and austere, like that of sculpture [uncouth
to men for whom this concept is too bold],
without appeal to any part of our weaker nature,
without the gorgeous trappings of painting
or music, yet [is still more] sublimely pure,
and capable of a stern [un-feinting]
perfection such as only the greatest art
can show?'” So, thus geometrized Euclid
(to Russell's youthful mind and fervent heart),
and taught,—by a draped, stone caryatid
at the Library of Alexandria;
from whence “The Elements” spread without lemma!
Categories:
feinting, art, beauty, heart, math,
Form: Sonnet
I remember it was said
Long and long ago
That love is bitter for the heart
But sweet for the soul
That to have loved and lost
Is better than to have never loved at all
Well forget about the brokenhearted
And warn those yet to fall
It is not for the feinting heart
For love does not go untested
Better to avoid the disease
Than end up infested
First you'll ask for pleasure
And then excuse from pain
From all the broken memories
And tears that fall like rain
Love will seem a dream
Sweet felicity
Then will come the nighmare
And your deep desparity
So I give you this warning
From one friend to another
Live for the right now
And forget about forever
Categories:
feinting, love, love,
Form: Free verse
There's been a tragedy,
"THE MAN" can no longer see,
his eyes are fine but nothing registers,
flashing colours, faded faces, each fighting for flawless focus.
There's been a catastrophe,
"THE ONE" can no longer hear,
his ears are fine but nothing comes clear,
sounds simply saturate into unseductive secluded nothingness.
There's been an accident,
"THE HERO" can no longer think,
his brain is fine but is on automatic,
never wishing, wanting, the woes and worries of his past to come wandering.
There's been a true criminal offense,
"THE STAR" can no longer taste,
the uniqueness from her kiss has faded from his lips,
now he, finally finished with forever feinting forgiveness, begs for forgetfulness.
There's been a travesty,
"THE PROTAGONIST" can no longer feel,
at least he found the heart stolen from him,
picking up precious pieces practically perished from the one person he
cherished.
So please clap and throw roses for him as he takes his final bow, exit stage
center.
Categories:
feinting, loss,
Form: I do not know?