Sunday, July 31, 2011

Absolutely Pythagorean







Lines, begin, end

Area, center, outside

Colors, light, hue

 

A theorem of Euclid

Subject, space, time

a, b @2

Equal c square

 

Geometry angles

For three

A love Triangle

Of nerds.









Saturday, July 30, 2011

Above







Above me sits my story

Carved expertly with a chisel

And driven hard upon a marble stone

Matter be left with nothing but prone

While the ground keeps me from quarry

 

Above me falls the rain

Seeking my soul’s lorry

To heaven’s gate blessing

Carrying all my sins redressing

Away from the cold naked pain

 

Above me grows the life

That I ran from just the same

Rain, rain wash away the tears

That brought me all my fears

They were never real shame

 

Above me is a sun sky

That will forever hold my view

For now, the night has lost its hold

And I will never need feel its toll

Upon a mind’s troubled kind of blue.








Hold Nothing







As time and age

collects their toll

marking each stop with a scar

it seems especially true

we arrive with nothing

and we will leave with even less -

 

But oh my, how wonderful the time

And the ride we swooned in between!














Monday, July 25, 2011

In Concinnity







Three;

– Four;

and ...

 

Black and white keys step –

fingers rising and falling

Long taunt strings vibrate –

hands sliding and holding

Ears eagerly listening –

wanting an encore

Eyes intently watching –

imagining a classical score

 

Bach minuet in Cee

Young girl dancing in glee.

Musical touch in concinnity –

And the Art is divinity.







Saturday, July 23, 2011

Impermanence







The idea and acceptance of impermanence

requires that all things deemed as present,

hold a finite and static position-

that is in some way measurable

or observable

as points in time...

 

Thus, if time is infinitely younger

and too, infinitely older -

then time is a permanent infinite dimension.

 

Where each relative touch

of it is impermanent

and only happens now.







Monday, July 18, 2011

Waiting On RMD Line







Waiting for sense to arrive

on the RMD line:


There, standing, were relatives

And too, knowns sitting around unassigned.

Waiting for casts of dispersions


But then, so many equated into average

That Doctor of Sum inquired,

 

“What you mean

That unknowns are more apparent

once light and dark become transparent;

or once the negative and positive fuse?”

 

Only universal truths and untruths

total all differences

and there is no binary line

scheduled

however, the next stop

while, appearing a lesser breadth,

the relative mean difference

is a perpetual zero of eternal depth.

 

Punch my ticket doctor

I get off at the next diaspora.









Friday, July 15, 2011

Art Affairs







When art grows wings

it becomes the air

that brings on an affair

where the mind sings

desiring forms of dare

that lay upon a canvass bare

to form purple iris carpels in fields

where Persephone's passion reels.








Thursday, July 14, 2011

In and Out of Center






If one seeks to find a way out

simply to leave aside one’s carry

and go somewhere where nary

a demand

nor command

can stifle the spirit to tarry

even for one moment’s wary

then one must step about

and find within or without doubt

to take command

with a clear demand

to stand in center’s out.








Sunday, July 10, 2011

RDN







Returning To Say

 

One thought sits with us today

a single window to a vast view

of precious moments along the way

that keep our heart’s touch with you.

 

 

(in memory of RDN)