Something old, something new!
I rebirth beyond what my roots eschew.
I ascend from my descendant's group shadow,
to rise above and beyond what they bestow.
I cannot shed their genes and heritage.
While I respect my upbringing and parentage.
I rise above the limits of pedigree,
to shred the trammel bounds of mediocrity.
So here I stand both old and new.
Living a dream they never knew.
With the blockchain defining my past,
Eaten with my fate in a defiant repast.
My genes define my descendants' phenotype.
Alas I cannot change their archetype,
beyond the mutations in my DNA,
to give my progeny my ascent display.
Arise descendant now ascendant
Bask in joyous glee resplendent.
Vapid vicissitudes fade
Because we all know them
For they are life's poor grade
Graded by pain and pain
Felt by humanity,
Humans share suffering.
So tragedy is last
Not first we're told,
Telling lies to selves
Ourselves most tragic
Of all, is self loss.
Terms of terror
Unknown currents
Currently blind
Phobia's, all kinds.
Past echos,
Forgotten
Generation,
Torments
Trammel
These.
Ellipse, evolute, vertex and curve,
Humdrum circle or ricochet swerve
Astroids or cusps, arcs or sectors;
What have those got to do with vectors?
Curvature, cone, Cartesian plane…
Oval, deltoid… what’s in a name?
Geoid oscillation, pedal, radial, rose…
What on earth do I know of those?
Hypocycloid, cruciform, Sierpinski carpet…
Inverse tangent or Apollonian gasket?
Snowflake, hypercube, space-time dimension
Pressured, gauged, or under tension?
Trammel of Archimedes, planes, rotations –
Congruence, right angles, equivalence relation;
Conchoid curve, Orthoptic, Lemoine hexagon,
Triangle, star or good old pentagon.
Crescent, rhombus, magatama, square,
Caustic curves, salinon, ying-yang or sphere!
About whichever’s the shape that you talk,
Basically, it’s taking a line for a walk!
Dance of death at edge of everything
An elegy of discomposure it sings
On the pyre with blazing flames
In flickers lost turn of life's games
Dances in tears falling from mourning eyes
Trampled on floor music of breaths lies
Can dance in sweet tease of lovers
Transforms tempo at sudden vigorous hours
Roaring laughter accompanied with surge of storm
High elevations of snow on hearts warm
Dances without rhythm and rhyme
Mercurial can stumble upon at youth's prime
Gives tempting offers when joy flies away from sight
When happy stars hide beneath cloudy nights
Shakes legs as winner of every gamble
Beyond anyone's manoeuvre to escape his trammel
03/03/2019
ON THE ROCKS
Moments spent as one
Will forever be nostalgia
In my heart that feels so crumbled
Longing to be in utopia
Was it a kismet that we met
Fate gave you to me
Odds made you so close to me
But Trammel took you away from me
Then You're finally gone
There's nothing we can do
Are the words that stabs my heart
Heart still weeping in deep woe
Whence this gonna cease
This ardor that I seized
I demand to find an ease
Or I shall cease to exist
@Copyright MELINE NGO SEPTEMBER 15, 2015
Rhythms of Glass
These shards of you
Broken from the whole crystal you
Glittering razors
Of soft defenseless
Leave me begging their wounds
To pierce me more
Each slithers delicate reflection
Holds you
With prescient
To my soul and heart
Longs
With darts and bards of blood
The fragile formed
Such succulent tortures
Dreams of you
Palpable
Fragments slide between
Such pulsing wants
Holographic dust
Of you
In fluid font signatures
Trammel through me
On tiny claws
Of bliss
And their ache
This needle points petal
In these shavings of you
Wafts electric spirit
In me through to you
Suffers desiderium willingly
My collected motes of a star
Burning kisses in my palms
A stinging draft of love
Slake my thirst
In quenching rhymes
Of you
Palpable
Fragments slide between
Such pulsing wantings
a dory caught off guard in the billow of a wild frontier,
the south paw always an adverse of nature,
tranquil can be the fire,
but the the sparrow will mature,
a dormant trammel becomes earsplitting when broken,
now freedom promised as a perpetual token,
in the splendor of the petal the truth does not appear,
cripple the word and clarity becomes obscure,
deception weaved from inner fear,
not even gone and the cinerarium is in the picture,
oh! look at the view, raw are their souls preaching such an unholy scripture
Give in to this urge you can't fight try and try again if you like
You really think your might makes right, well here is a little
insight just a simple explanation as to why my will is
dominating.
My wrath is savage my trance unmanaged mind is mere matter
my voice is fear so i laugh louder, I am sexual therefore i sin with
you It's a game ever perpetual unruly in it's pinnacle of course you
can rebel go ahead who on earth would tell.
I lay in limbo wake me if you dare i am omega as if i were never
there. Call me what you will but i know the very sight of this black
tunic makes you ill, reach for me but my arms you will never see don't
believe all the stories you hear but understand my dear you can never
escape me.
I will always be what you think of me as for this it's a
never ending philosophy underestimating me will only
give you tyranny.
Cole Hodson
Copyright (c) 2006
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