Thursday, August 28, 2014

Language Barriers

There are men who, upon their own
Reflection, feel prisoner’s in a
Room akin to the philosopher’s
Famous dictum; prisoner’s in a room
Alone celled in a walled brain where a
Door, lockless, stands potentially free,
But only in learning the ways to open it.
There stands a door not locked, the concealed
Symbol of a freedom not realized.
And the realization hides like an
Unfound key in the notion that the door
Must be pulled towards the room that holds them.
The door is as locked as an undeveloped
Sense is locked to learning new words.
And the word with no use is what holds fast
And keeps prisoner what should potentially be.
But the word can be a risen key, a
Skeleton key that shines and gleams  in
A dazzle of hieroglyphic wonder,
An alphabetic afterglow that dances
Upon an undeveloped sense like the
Flames that sway aloft sweet sainted heads.
But when the key is placed inside the lock
And nothing has shone, no opened sense
On which to wonder, it must not occur
The door is as open as an undeveloped
Sense and a word is not yet learned a word: push.

Friday, August 1, 2014

Amor et Infinitatem


Full felt fast is fire's desire,
Round and round and round again,
Hot turning like lively ashes atop a pyre.
In streamlined whip of unending spin

Love's flames lick no cornered edges tips
And fail to find an end, nor no finite wall.
Nowhere is there times hard held grip
But like the smooth sphere of a shiny ball 

Revealing no terrestrial marks,
Movement enshrouds illusory sight
Of no end or germinating spark;
Where there is no future or a past much like

The circling of two single snakes,
Convex things contoured north to south
Where each a link of chain, aligned, do take
The others taut tail within their mouth.

And so we walk in love from anywhere
Arched in infinite curves we do not see
And, though limitless, leaves a center bare.
It is when that finite space is filled we

Sense our time and take a nauseous turn.
And in the snuff of a mortal gust
We then know, within, it will fail to burn.
Love does not die but will go on without us.