11/21/16
As far as I can see
Mindlessly
Been battling with sobriety
Extreme weather advisories
Over land or by the seas
Many multi-floored wineries
Producing product of the same or different varieties
Animals and humans living within or outside of societies
Where things may happen fairly or unjustifiably
World renowned notoriety
Obtained solo or through a dynasty
In all entirety
A world full of opportunity and vibrancy
All though there is irony
Happening loudly or quietly
Individuals and groups continuing to act defiantly
Showing their own true colors, undeniably
Never did I have much piety
Because it was religious, and something I always looked at undesirably
Is the cycle entirely
Spirally?
Or finitely?
Still to this day occurs piracy
And illegal sales of guns, drugs and objects like ivory
Corruption and briberies
Events carried out publicly or silently
Something well known, now viewed unrecognizably
And indefinably
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
finitely, poetry, rap, word play,
Form: Rhyme
Poetic Epistemology
(Belief System modifying JTB+G to JTB+C)
We believe without thought the sun rises.
However, we know the facts of how the sun burns.
Where facts and belief overlap is justified true belief.
We believe without thought we will have clean water to drink.
Nonetheless, we know that often water is fouled by mankind's greed.
Where foul and the clean overlap is a false belief.
We believe our bodies are functioning correctly.
Notwithstanding, we know sickness will strike us all.
Where health and sickness overlap is our tested belief.
We believe there is no end to the ticking of the clock.
Even so, we know our body's time on this earth is limited.
Where limitless and limited overlap is the birth of true knowledge.
We believe without thought that the infinite cosmos exists.
Regardless, we know our minds are finitely bound in our existence.
Where the infinite and finite overlap is our event horizon to enlightenment.
We believe without thought we are alive.
Nevertheless, we understand why we die.
Where life and death overlap is true knowledge converting to singularity.
Categories:
finitely, introspection, poverty, psychological, truth,
Form: Free verse
I promised the moon, the stars,
the clouds, the sky, all of them,
I promised them I would never
stop looking at them, never leave
them. But, she looked at them
too, and I can’t stand to remember
her. I’m sorry my moon, for
breaking my promise, because
when I look at you, I feel more
alone than not. I am sorry my stars,
for you are too bright and you just
remind me of her, and how she
made me feel large, bright, and
finitely infinite. I am sorry my clouds;
I loved you the most because you
have your own kind of self, where
you fill up my world and make me
feel safe. I am especially sorry my
sky, my father, the father I wanted,
for I have betrayed your teachings;
to always look up, that you are not
the limit, that forward is always an
option, and backwards is not. I am
sorry to all of you for betraying your
ways, and I am sorry to her, for not
being enough for her, and for me. I
am sorry no one loves as much as
I do, that people love more than I do,
and no one really loves me the way
I love them, the way I love you my
moon, my stars, my clouds, and
my sky. I am truly sorry.
Categories:
finitely, beauty, betrayal, change, confusion,
Form: Free verse
In the fact shifting, below my graces
The path is enlightening in the mist
Open to my senses, I hear nothing
Fog enhanced being walks and does resist
Beyond the shining white shroud, finitely
I see myself in the depths of darkness
Looking outward into the starry light
Surely peeking through the shores of progress
Stammering I bask in the blinding white
Other side I ventured and sought after
I cannot see, but I smell some flowers
Each one perfectly shown not to differ
I walk into the unknown before me
But comforted by desire, secretly
Russell Sivey
Categories:
finitely, life,
Form: Sonnet
the emptiness of this place is absolute
clear of all emotion
there's potential for intimacy
to develop here
space for feeling
and i feel lucid
profound
and everything is suddenly so clear
the night is still
vivid, beautiful, and dead
leaning back against naked concrete
looking up through the roof beams
a reminder of what lies beneath this apathy
graces the sky
diffusing through a gray vapor of cloud
a ghostly orb radiates liquid pearl
and I know, that in this moment even though you're seemingly in finitely distant
this pearl ghost is in both our fields of view in the biting cold, in this
room devoid of presence, via my own
I think of you
gazing out your window
crowded by objects and light
but still managing to be so utterly alone
there are so many thoughts
that could kill me now
but its this one that brings me home
after everything we've done
or failed to do
and even though it means nothing anymore
even though I'm learning to be dead to you
you and I still share the same moon
Categories:
finitely, loveme,
Form: Free verse
Captured photo print
A true record of being...
preserved finitely
© Mar 10 2010 Charles Henderson
Categories:
finitely, art
Form: Senryu
Fractures of time…
Brandied words spoken…
Sweet ardor…
Flowing from her fingers
A master creating…
Elucidations…
That fiery love…
That still echoes within
Finitely endless moment…
Her enrapturing look…
Passions first touch…
The spark that was overlooked
Shards of past days…
Etched scars upon me…
Leaving your image eternal…
In the safety of my precious yesterdays
Categories:
finitely, introspection, life, love, passion
Form: Free verse
"This bilingual poem is for people who live between two borders and who have two decide
everyday how to manage their day between bombs and hatred, even if they want to live in
peace."
>GrenzenBorders<
seem to be boundless
if boundless rage
stirs up immeasurably hatred
and nevertheless
erstwhile limited people
open their minds for borderfree thinking
for blowing up the border walls
between frontiers
to be finitely boundless.
Categories:
finitely, death, history, places, social,
Form: Free verse
The wristwatch rhythm
Time ever moving today has past
Yesterday, weeks, months, years…all has faded
The moment exists but finitely and soon it perishes
What I am withers
Memories fade to slowly forgotten
All existence grows, vigor, youthful…withering gray
What is now to what has been to passing away
Holding fast to ideas
Erecting monuments to yesteryear steadfast
Into magnificence, goodness, myth…its time arrives
It lapses into legend of today’s values, then nothing
What truly exists?
All things blissful in loving, and breaking, and nothing
Cyclical of seasons, life, growth, reminisce…and tears
For even the greatest things have come to past
Less a truth of love…
Categories:
finitely, imagination, introspection, life, loss,
Form: Free verse