Am just but a foriegner ,in this vile land,
I find no comfort,i see no peace,
This is alien,the food tasteless,
The water salty,the trees dry quick.
Am just but a traveler ,passing through this valley,
No hope nor future,am doomed to death,
I cant uprooot a grass,the mountains i cant shake ,
The custom is weak ,their grace a nuisance.
Am just but a sailer ,in this violent sea,
Currents beat strongly ,wind betrays me,
Pirates rule this world ,justice a treasure not found,
Rest is scarce ,profit is refutable.
Advice has no use to the ‘know all’
But pride often precedes a fall
Crass indignation when questioned
Denying each truth that is mentioned
Evidence he calls refutable
Facts, he says, aren’t indisputable
Grey is the colour of dubious knowledge
Hark at the novice as he enters college
If one week of lectures makes him feel all knowing
Just grin politely at ignorance showing
Kith and kin revel in such peace and quiet
Life is so peaceful, it’s almost a riot
Motor mouth’s gone for a couple of years
No doubt he’ll grow something between his ears
Or will he just come home as bad as before
Pounding our eardrums until they are sore
Quoting past monarchs that once held dominion
Recited - ignoring conflicting opinion
So if you know someone who ‘knows more than God’
Tell him that learning’s no sprint but a plod
Utter confusion may darken his face
Vitriol, soon will take confusion’s place
“What do you know, you’re so uneducated,
X-Ray your brain; you’ll find you’re overrated.”
Yet, when it’s back off to college tomorrow
Zero shame shown when he says, “Could I borrow…..”
In the valley, one has been moaning considerably, extensive
for an amount of time, these constraints have possession of
one's emotions, affairs, and partnerships from all walks of
life, there will be chronicles of ups and downs, profits, and losses.
Ya'll it's been immeasurably a refutable volume of time, it's
becoming apparently, one is emerging, circulating fully of
fervor, hyperventilating, brims over, sobs echoes, screamingly
outcries, one's coming out of these days of low frequencies
treading the valleys.
Legal Doesn't Make it Right
By: miracle Man
1-5-2019
The laws we pass aren't beyond God's sight,
And we break HIS heart by not being contrite.
We tolerate sin by voting to make things suitable,
And from our hearts depth we know its refutable.
God's laws are higher than those made by man,
But our sinful nature has endured time's span.
If we accept sinful things that don't belong,
Judgment will be swift and we'll suffer long.
Oceans harbor many mysteries, some say too much.
Wave ends reach out to powdery sands, gentle foamy touch.
Beachcombers muse the seventh is always the largest wave,
Believing science isn't certain, it's only for the brave.
The universe teaches nature's rules, which seem so immutable.
Quantum particles always move, is their existence refutable?
Too early we learn principles not to doubt,
It's what certainty's absurdity is all about.
If you can't count on how waves come in,
How then does truth ever begin?
Calm down, calm down: learn to let it go,
Some find happiness with what they already know.
Watch the Sanderlings on the beach, see how they behave,
You'll find your truth well enough, the joy you dearly crave.
Veined whispers
floating
Coursing freely
releasing
Physically subjugated
creating
Cosmic reeling
exploding
Tempestuous yearning
drumming
Precariously woven
flaming
Passionately related
speaking
Metaphysical tounges
wagging
Scientific lifelines
swimming
Spiritual pathways
howling
Refutable rituals
shocking
Collective intensity
breathing
Abstract heartbeats
bouncing
Seering unregrettable
dreaming
Youthful precocious
swallowing
Backwards intelligence
submerging
Majestic depths
professing
Realities perspective
minding
Childlike curiosities
reliving
To Understand
by Odin Roark
How unrelenting the quest
To seek the waterhole
Beyond the mirage
Where the persistent ethereal holds court
Determining survival
Either to perish
Or suspend the next step
Perhaps to understand
Such stumbles the imperceptible
That quixotic hold
Our unknown resolve embraces
Shackling the moment
Seductive anticipation for few
Suffering for many
Foreplay for some
Climactic anticipation for most
How provocative
This lure to comprehend
Yet upon acquired answers
Surges the letdown
Some might speculate
There is no finite knowledge
Only the appetite to pursue
Our curiosity driven acceptance
Savoring intellectual small portions
Emotional gorging
Mindful drunkenness
Exhausted deliverance
Knowing it is but an interim
To the day’s darkening horizon
Perhaps what we choose to believe
Some hold as refutable comprehension
Is simply that which struggles beyond
The empirical benchmark of science
The surreal thus far not witnessed
A sunrise coming
Constellations of values and ethics
like dancing stars in onyx nights.
Majestic fields of ideals stay grounded
in what only seems right. Keenly, I search
philosopher’s heels to grasp theoretical
notions, held together by gravity’s scales
as comets of light circle in tails
and teach me in a dream.
What is the uniqueness of your poetry?
Someone once said to me that “poetry can’t include abstract language.”
Well, that really got me going! As a lover of language and theory I just couldn’t let this one pass. The uniqueness of my poem is that I use abstract language with planetary imagery to lightly illustrate two mega-abstract ideas, ethics & philosophy. The end culminates that all knowledge is refutable (i.e. “and teach me in a dream”).
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