Semper Paratus

The winds of time

Swim through the sails.

The sea below is glass

Unaffected by the current.

The ship has faithfully

Transported the crew;

An instrument playing

Each note with precision,

Harmony from division.

Sailors’ spirits pantomime;

The listless swaying

Of the air, which flails

Gently, as it moves through.

Unruffled ocean grass,

Peaceful as the rhapsody.

The vessel proceeds inerrant.

This moment: a concision,

When sea straying.

In the vast orb of blue

(Enveloping endlessly),

The captain remains diligent,

Despite the calm en-masse.

Wary of the lulling veils,

Of the winds of time.

Composed By: A.D.

Intangible

In intersecting crevices on the sidewalk

There are many blank Cartesian planes.

X and Y-axes which are awaiting geometric formations,

The foundation for mental derivatives and equations.

Out of these concrete window panes,

The consciousness glided like a hawk.

From the initial lines, which extend on infinitely,

There was movement and plotting of each new segment.

Next, the small points of a ray

Began to array the stony gray.

Then, rapid reformations (an exotic Council of Trent);

Automation of calculations, was done systematically.  

The vision stares into this unknown,

While the geometric structures are grown

By some unseen unexplained element,

Which deftly assembles each new component.

Left to wonder, if this is the effects of delirium?

To too much information did the mind succumb?  

Then, the inner sight saw it:

A Sphere which contained: a Circle, enclosed in a Square, surrounded by a Triangle;

Laying there invisible – yet transcendent and resplendent.

It was clear and exposed; like a banner, flying high, adorned with Stars which spangle.

Among functions, a transformation to an extent ascendant.

The images and the figures, had so much to teach;

Knowledge not acquired in any familiar school.

In the end, like Cephissus’ son, staring into a pool;

Each time the hand attempted to grasp the design  

(Touch the stone, to feel the beauty of the outline),

The mind found, it disappeared and was out of reach.

Composed By: A.D.

Ellipsis

A magnet placed between two equal attracting forces.

A mind in its shack; on a rack, pulled by two opposing horses.

Frost, in a yellow wood; two roads deciding what the course is.

In the black ink, thoughts – think, they see a star in space.

The vision is blinded by a nebula, a strange storm.

Shrouds, clashes, and flashes – like thunder clouds;

And through the tempest a solid, begins to take form…

But, then a nagging cellphone, causes everything to – erase.

The interference against the attention – the focus is unable to assuage;

Patience into irritation, annoyance then rage, the extent of which it’s unable to gauge.

The volition tries to remain sage, and imagination adds the disturbance to the page.

A plastic brush, now, strokes on new layers of acrylic.

It is devoted, and focused, on the perfect technique;

While musing about hues, and points of views, it will be using.

Just as the grasp discerns, and penetrates, the mystique;

An, interrupting, acquaintance ensures efforts are Pyrrhic.

Hephaestus, reworking the metal of the mettle, with divine fire;

Words uplifted in the smoke, concepts consumed in a blazing pyre.

What started off aloft, was brought low – but rose in the end even higher.

Composed By: A.D.

A Moment with A Naiad

A fishing pole propels, and casts out its line.

After the introductory lob

All the thoughts, gently, bob;

Attempting to catch a trophy, within the brine.

Together, the company is, fixated on the murky beyond;

Together, their craft softly rocks upon the surface of the pond.

Each shipmate formulates their own ideas of what lies under;

Each perspective treasure, and every potentially plunder.

Some are dreaming of objects glistening, and gleaming –

Other of items immaterial, things incalculable, and ethereal –

A few believe the reward is: in the companionship, and accord.

Most of the attention is focused on what might soon be caught,

Ignoring the value of what the experience has already wrought.

The distant sunshine, trapped for a time, suspended in the aqueous glass.

The swaying whispers, of the ever-growing playful willows –

The air bellows, and blows with hints of what they`re saying;

The response to their jokes, from the chestnuts and oaks.

The calls, and clicks of insects; which tock and tick, like clocks.

The breeze rising and falling, along with the untamed poultry.

The slow sway, as they drift, along the day; with the way the boat rocks.

The collection of senses recorded, and sorted, from the sensations sundry.

The images opposite the mirror, overhead, which continue to pass.

All these natural gifts given, from the new-world, and new-age nymph.

Each present, she presents, in the present environment; each a sacred glyph.

The favors cause one to forget every other desire, and wish;

And cease the search for some future, yet caught, fish.

Composed By: A.D.

Developmental Refraction

In the afternoon – earth, on its axis, gradually circulates.

I, “stationary”, take notice of the solar star;

The rays shine through the celestial door ajar,

And reflect on the perceived course the golden sun makes.

The orb reminds me of speculations we express…

…How each conjecture (I`m told) has movement

Although I see little motion is visibly evident.

Perhaps it`s the sound waves of rest and stress?

Noise unbound, from the core it unravels;

And it`s heard as sound, I`m told: “it travels”.

I do believe, but isn`t this still a matter of perspective;

Perhaps the senses are applied to tones projected?

A fallacy, I know, this situations solution is intuitive;

But what if the model, the example is more disconnected?

The subject of this adjusted case

Is: letters (ideas) placed in empty space.

These coalesce (empirically) into terms or words;

All with specific function like: nouns and verbs.

Some signals contain, a slew of, different definitions;

All are – ranked and filed into a few ordered positions.

Features are concrete, when the symbols are inscribed;

The aura is abstract, and depends on how all is derived.

It`s reasonable to suggest, the words are moving ahead;

If their location is accurately identified and correctly read –

But, the oscillation isn`t activated until they have been said.

So, it is clear: the series is a matter of placement, and context.

The signification is established by: how the whole, and parts connect.

The straight lines – delineated, the conception – starts to flex.

The initial issue is: the (silent) intonation your mind might project;

In order to create fascination, through the euphonious effects.

Then, every phrase will become an occurrence of personal inference.

So, although I`m told ideas disseminate around us;

I believe it is we, whom revolve about (and develop) them.

Einstein`s relativity, the fundamental element, in all we discuss;

All comprehension is: breed from analyzing each visceral stem.

The quondam conundrum

Is solved,

When the ocular vernacular

Is evolved.

In that moment, all momentum no longer occurs extrinsically;

But, is within the core – an impetus which is found intrinsically.

Composed By: A.D.

Rhetoric Recanted

Each new day, the reasoning develops;

It is the air, which surrounds and envelops

The flesh, keeping the logic fresh.

The previous conclusions are carbon dioxide;

Though once inside, from the lungs they divide,

And are expelled through mental mesh.

Partially productive, only sediment remains;

Strains of unenlightened memories, sentimental grains.

Segments continue to subsist, but are expanded.

The selfish poison`s portions, left on old blog bars

(Stains); the reminder of ideas (narrow-minded scars),

The mar remains, but the deduction, the ratiocination is recanted.

With every improved entry, the soul is transmigrated;

By more experienced revelations, the work is decorated.

Leaving behind the outdated, despite whether it serves as a pro or con;

Ignoring the cosmic background radiation, rationale reaching for the next echelon.

The verses are breaths of life (filled with either: the continuum of trifling strife,

Or the dawn of significant positive productivity); Art, this soul`s sole proclivity.

Composed By: A.D. 

…Composition

The outline in this current creation

Is established carefully, through gradation;

A task involving: contemplative concentration,

And evolving via constant erudition.

Now, to the preparation.

A patient, skillful, and steady hand,

Painstakingly executes each command.

Five Legions stand ready for the assault.

On the battlefield they disperse, and season

(Layers of imagination, and also pure reason;

Developing the flavor, like table salt).

The grammatical units combine, conjoin, and ignite;

Within the erratic clashing, there is much bright flashing.

The sparks of the syntactic swords, the annotated chords,

Thunder – lightning strikes in the dark of the night.

The commander`s focus is isolated on a single position:

On the present – the perfect moment –

No past, nor future, only the nature

Of this repetitive engagement; this consuming cycle of…

Composed By: A.D.

In Pursuit Of...

Life seen through a lens

The glass

Is the ink from the pens

Taking the images

Which pass

And logically erecting

Also verbally connecting

Structures and bridges

With each new stroke

The hand can broaden or narrow the scope

Solids formed within the smoke

Freshly blown, a liquid crystal rope

Which is bound and coiled around

This loosely versified and supplied trope

To create vivid visuals without pictures for the optics

And harmonic tones without sounds for the hearing

Beyond the homonyms and homophones is more appearing?

Beyond the symbols and syllables laid down for the acoustics

Derive the message, an underrated overlooked emotion

Beauty of the depths, forsaken for the face of the ocean

… The spectrum and the history of humanity

… The scientific advancements comprehension of reality

… The asymmetry and symmetry of this artistry

The expression of sensations, experiences, and aesthetics

Achieved through combination of genuine and synthetics

An unyielding pursuit of art and intellect

An inability to every feel correct or perfect

An amateur in the understanding of nanotechnology

And yet in this current matter

Manipulating every atom and molecule

What seems merely abstruse chatter

Apparent ranting’s of an obsessed fool

Is utilized and devised (every idea) as part of the strategy

Composed By: A.D

Parched Parchment

The leaves are emeralds,

Glistening in the afternoon light;

Photosynthetic heralds.

Nature lends the pen insight.

Golden azure flames from on high;

Like an eagle omen, fly in the sky.

Trees and grass yield,

To the concrete and bricks.

In a once verdant field,

Modern stones now – affix.

In the Hudson woods, which were enchanted;

Massive apartment complexes are now – planted.

Community, an error which is slowly erased

By individualism of this era, the old is replaced

Profitless service – a rarity;

Compelled by gainful impulses.

An unattractive interior –

No longer matters, nor repulses;

The structure of the exterior

Determines the quality, and disparity.

Sunset breaks, fire silently shimmers through –

In wonder, thoughts wonder –

If this would is quietly ablaze too?

Composed By: A.D. 

Altogether Scorned

Constant confrontation takes place in his cognition;

An endless engagement to determine the exhibition.

While sitting in place, deciding each choice;

Many feet pace, and disapprove without a voice.

Critics, who are busy following their dreams,

So dedicated and focused on each goal;

That, from their passing position it seems:

There is little labor, or conflict, in his soul.

In the same way, his observation presumes

To: understand each (potentially) disdainful look,

In the multitude – The multitude also assumes

The content, based on the cover of the book.

For all that’s seen written, twice is (unseen and) read –

Theories, calculation, and facts;

Data spiraling, on circular train tracks,

(Making multiple loops on routes) through his head.

The creative sources, and imaginations’ courses, are colliding.

Sciences like chemistry, and biology;

Separately blending – simultaneously sub-dividing.

Philosophies, theologies, and psychology;

Separating, cross-contaminating, and re-combining.  

Our history, our astronomy, and our poetry;

Compose - just the surface of the internal equations

(Mental mathematics – abstractions in the calcinations).

A jack of many trades,

A master of only one;

A hand of aces and spades,

Shooting the moon, under the sun.

Inside – mad laughter, as others sneer at the seated (as he`s playing a game).

Each day repeating the same – not for riches, or personal fame;

But, because the desire and passion… (coursing through each vein,

Within the tumultuous mien) …is to express verbal beauty and poetic rein.

Composed By: A.D.

Endless Iterations

The gears in the head spin around,

And develop the information;

Elucidating (uncertain) observations,

Which are seen, viewed and found.

The low brought to elevation;

In organic, mechanical, manifestations.

Again – repeating the daily process,

Retracing the old outline,

And reshaping what was defined;

Until the previous is sublimed.

Pen – graphing an incline,

Mind – manipulating the compass.

Like: roots of a massive pine,

Liquid composing the Rhine,

Oxygen two – a super-oxide

(End rhyme – verbal dioxide),

The electric conductivity of a silver wire,

The acoustic elasticity of a string on a lyre…

…Like the heart and it`s pulsating;

This art is life, existence it`s generating.

To many this seems a pointless activity;

To a poet, this is the essence of viability.

Composed By: A.D.

To Summarize

The works are: a spontaneous combustion,

Each letter sears into the frame;

Ashen runes, through flame, are lain.

Creating a legend, which assists with the cartography;

Symbols to help eyes navigate the poetic topography,

And delineate the movements of each production.

Each poem, line and stanza, has its own valley and peak;

A depth and apex of emotions – which are far from unique…

(Dedication, indifference, joy, sorrow, bravery, and fear;

A matter of deduction, till then – the sentiment is unclear)

…But, the many sensations of personal experiences are –

So, implied individual inferences are layered into each bar.

A coal engine’s fuel, in a cranium, a scuttle;

Each statement’s progress, facing no rebuttal.

To many, the unseen seems easy to refute;

Like, zeros and ones don`t appear on the screen,

The inconspicuous is there – somewhere in-between.

Poems with abstruse metaphors, dull or astute?  

If the vision is in the darkness – there is only black, no white.

Emotion in each work, though the evidence is sub-atomic;

It is underground, underneath, like a spirit which is chthonic.

Some poems meant to depress, while the others meant to excite.

Look below the dictation,

To see the spectrum

(The prismatic hues in each creation;

The senses total, the feelings sum).

Are the multitude still indiscernible –

Is this mind, blind and one-dimensional –

Are the symbolic icons, incomprehensible?

Why is the tenor of all this poetry

(Its iridescence, diversity, and complexity)

Felt, detected, and classified statically?

These words strive not to capture a single, momentarily;

But, work to encapsulate a series of senses, shifting constantly.

Composed By: A.D.

A Fatigued Wager

The condition: deprivation of rest;

The Will refuses to surrender, to momentary death.

The Volition is in a casino contest;

Craps is played, with each conscious breath.

Sleep is synonymous with grief,

It is our clever, friendly foe;

Pursuing our days without relief,

Until the final fatal woe.

This she-wolf grasps and doesn`t let go;

Sleepily, the Drive – drives on to Paradiso.

Chancing, gambling, rambling words are the bets;

Chips are bids, placed in the quatrains, and couplets.

Every preceding roll of the dice,

Represents the respite`s sacrifice.

The Attention is playing against the house.

The Moirai are the fateful dealers

(Clotho and her fellow wheelers),

Each hot streak they attempt to douse.

Luckily, the maiden Tyche is our spouse;

So even if doom, spools in the loom

(Even though, in the final game, we all must lose),

This bid (currently dealt) ends when we choose.

Composed By: A.D.

Prometheus

Bound by Hephaestus, Kratos, and Bia

With stake and chain 

The implements restrain

The Titan to a jagged cleft of Gaia

This - the unjust imprisonment

For the theft of fire

Which

Fills his soul with ire,

Malcontent, resent, and torment

The benefits, his gift bestows

Leaves his flesh in bitter throes

As time amasses and grows

So too, his agonizing echoes

His punishment for his action

Effects like a cataclysmic reaction

Mentally the downpour begins to mar –

Knowing, Pandora will soon out-pour her jar…

Yet, despite his suffering and the many evils

(The torture – the pain and plague which spills);

In the pithos one feeling still remains

Hope, is all the vessel still contains.

Composed By: A.D.

Note: I reworked the play/idea/message, a bit; to deliver a different message... I also left out punctuation, unless I felt the syntax would be too ambiguous. Enjoy. Inspired by Aeschylus.

Subjective Conscious Experience

Every key, unlocks a new door

To: recollections – emotions;

Across vast personal oceans;

Is the coast of a foreign shore.

A piano playing melodies – memories

Shifting octaves

Four series and degrees – tonalities

Among the former waves…

…There appears one visible crest

A feeling that`s above the rest

A link standing out in the chain

Like, a malfunctioning quatrain.

Midnight plagued by Deimos…

…This note arises like Helios.

This sound, which is most dominant;

Is the noise, which causes contentment.

Composed By: A.D.