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KNOWER Apr 2014
A simple melody, a yellow rose
A forgotten tragedy, my sweetest repose

A ****** trail, snow white sails
The end of all travail, my sweetest repose

A gentle brook, the sweet warm air
A good old book, my sweetest repose

A grain of sand, a giant oak
The touch of your hand, my sweetest repose

A drop of dew, the evening hue
A day with you, just to name a few
You're my sweetest repose
These are just a few of the things that bring peace upon my soul.

*dedicated to Nes
:p :)

:)
KNOWER Apr 2014
Follow the trail and you will see
A path which, 'til now, lay unknown to thee
Though there, hidden in plain sight
None but a few have seen its light

For love brought you all this way
So that in His love you may stay
In His arms there'll be no more night, only day
In His arms I pray thee lay
KNOWER Apr 2014
The tree stood there...
Looking back at me,
As if raring to tell me something...
Probably of the days of yore now past...
Or of the many a moon that went by too fast...
It looked intently yet with a sort of detachment as would leave you astonished,
A non-chalance which spoke volumes on composure...
It made as if to make known the countless secrets it harboured in its twisted branches...
Of the many souls that saw it as their place of peace...
In a bid to try and hear the unspoken, it spoke tomes without having even spoken.
So quietly, it swayed to and fro.
Silently, it gazed...
Affixed to the hard, 'impalpable' earth...
A symbol of virtue...
The point where prudence met justice and fortitude its play-fellow temperance...
It stood on high with a sort of humble pride...
Slowly but steadily moving to the tune of the soft wind...
Magnificence incarnate...
It billowed ever so gently as if in unity with the elements all about it:
The sun's gentle fire from above,
The air all about,
The firm and unyielding earth beneath
And the water from down below
The point where all came and united in such harmony as would leave any who cared to acknowledge in awesome wonder...
And still as I went on my way, it still stood
KNOWER Apr 2014
Indifference considered in a broken moment
Steals the essence of your heart, your very soul
Though it offers a temporal escape
It wouldn't do for the long haul

Live for the moment
Live and learn
Learn to love
Only then would you truly see

Victims of love un-requited
Each and all
You and I
Only then would you truly see

Under the sky I'll patiently wait
This is an acrostic which I penned for my lady friend with the hope of coaxing her out of her indifference towards me.

Needless to say that the idea fell flat on its face! :/
I probably would have been better off had I not tried.

NOTE TO FUTURE-SELF:
If you ever get to gain access to a time-travelling mechanism, please go back in time and stop the "past you" from writing this!
"Present me" - who'll be "past you" by then - would very much appreciate it.

Yours sincerely,
Me, you, us
(Whichever would float your boat then :) if there even will be boats by then :p )

P.S.: feel free to dial back to all the moments that "past us" has ever acted like an *** and just give him a heads up of the chains he's about to set into motion and the repercussions thereafter.
If he isn't convinced to act otherwise by what I'd imagine to be a flawless argument delivered by none other than (ahem!) yours truly :) (a.k.a. "future me" or as you'd probably prefer, "relatively futuristic, present you") regarding Newton's universal 3rd law, just bribe him with some fudge. That should do the trick. :)

P.P.S.: Fudge rocks! :b
KNOWER Apr 2014
Like toast without butter was the saltless bowl of curry
This indeed caused the unhappy cook to worry
"What shall I tell 'master', the only member of the jury?
For nothing but utter distaste the bowl does carry"

As reader, by now, you'd think there's the solution
Of simply adding salt to the saltless infusion
But please just wait before you arrive at conclusions
And let me guide you through the motions leading to the cook's final resolution

Had the cook some salt, this tale would have met it's end as soon as it begun
But given that that isn't the case, in our hands we have a miserable man
Who, though down-trodden, still believed in the strength of a simple "I can"
So off he went in search of salt, his journey 'has' just begun...
KNOWER Apr 2014
Above, beside and way below
Who are we but men to know?
Of three quite strong yet treated wrong
By The Sisters Three, and cruel was their song

The first, the second but not the third,
Mother's love finally bore hard
In solemn jest, she did what need be done
Lest all were lost, leaving her with none

Hædes the first entrée to Khronos
So was the *second of "The In-bred Foes"
Then came Zeus, the third and last
Favoured was he in the days that pass't

Mother Rhea quickly thought out a plan,
She fed a rock to the cruel Titan
In swaddling cloth she wrapped the stone
Then in it went, to Khronos, unknown

Of age came he with rage and wrath
Poor was Khronos, who fell in his path
In awe, he gasped, "How could it be???!"
Then Zeus replied, "Oh yes, 't is me!"

And as per the prophecy, triumphant was he
To then save his brothers and be all he was meant to be
And now we know of Zeus above, Hædes below,
Posseidon with us and together we'll grow
The classic tale of the three, infamous Olympian gods (Zeus, *Posseidon, & Haedes), whose origins hail from ancient Greece, retold as a poem.

I hope you enjoy(ed)!  :)
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