PERTINAX

PERTINAX Mar 2017

It is trivial to question matters
Of the big and small
For within geometric progression
We find that every size has an origin
Or starting point from wence it grows
Like the spinning fractal that fractures
And divides itself into slightly altered
Versions of its original self
Yet somehow still maintaining the intricacy
That would make Pythagoras blush
As he contemplates the diagonals
That separates the stars on the grandest scales
Whereas each individual twinkle
Seemingly comprises the same amount of space
To the eye untrained to experience
A universe larger than the mind can comprehend
No,
These ruminations are trivial
Because at the heart of every idea
Lay the very precept upon which life itself is founded
Where the import of every single inquiry
Will always be
The question itself
Not just its complexity

PERTINAX Mar 2017

Sowing Seeds

The soft soil slowly cools the emerging heat of spring
As it slips between my fingers I am reminded
That my home surrounds me:
It is in the sky where eagles fly;
The air where fresh winds bring warm tidings of change;
And beneath my feet that life is built in forgotten solitude.

Nature sparks within me...
Speaks through me...
With every earthy scent that raises as I till the ground
So to does my spirit reach for the heavens
When it remembers the kindred bond shared
From mother to son;
From sun to mother.

Here, I am connected, linked to the ethos of growth
Planting future generations that will always
Know my heart
Long past the day that entropy deems to return me
Back to the very soil that I never toil
To sow

PERTINAX Feb 2017

Eagle Eye

As the eagle soars so to must our hearts
Fly above the clouds that might cloud our vision
For sight is a precious gift, privy only to those
With the bravery to look past that which obstructs
Our wishes and desires so that we can appreciate
The short life that we're given and recognize
It's beauty inherent within each other's souls
To find the worth of the character that shines
Like a radiant sun slowly peaking over the horizon
That highlights the ground below with the majesty
Of the heavens as fits Gods that cast aside doubt
To favor us that affix divinity in the nature
Present all around us yet shrouded by the night
Content to cast shadows to hide the innate array
Which is life in love with it's ability to be
More than the various shades oft lost to the eye
Weaker than the telescopic accuracy of the eagle
Gliding high above the minds that are blinded
Against that which perpetually surrounds them

PERTINAX Feb 2017

Pebbles' Avalanche

Mountains are both steep and tall
Just ask the pebble that broke free,
Eager to fall faster with every pace.

At its apex, excitement led the race
Bounding nimbly across fractured stones,
Boulders like in it's infancy.

Though growth cannot occur absent tragedy,
For with every hurdle and obstacle
Obstructing it's path it began to crumble.

Leaving behind a pile of dust and rubble
Patiently awaiting the next powerful gust,
Or a flooding tempest to wash it astray.

In an attempt to return to its home away,
So it might coalesce again into that daring pebble
Desiring only to be free

PERTINAX Feb 2017

Philos and the Fee

As it dawned,
The Golden age of man
A wonderful group was assembled
To analyze the Sands

Grain by grain
Hands that they shook
Forever questioning the meaning of life
Remembered only by books

Yet for the men of Philos,
Quickly did they die,
Were criminalized by the people they loved
Mourned by those that cry

Since wisdom is a trade
Surrounded by weightless fences
The spiritual, the ignorant, the arrogance of all
Left Philos nigh defenseless

For there is a price for everything
Just ask the great city
To tell the tale they all forgot
About Philos and its fee.

PERTINAX Feb 2017

Blood Moons' Price

Blood lashes in the rain as the wind buffeted the Plains of Detritus.
Fetid smells plagued the air in torrents of swirling effluence.
The red moon shone beyond the bending and bowing trees slashing the horizon.
A lone figure stood awash in the downpour yet firmly unaffected by the gale.
"Stay" said the statue.
Unmoving in his conviction that all trespassers be swept away with the storm.
White lighting struck the ground mere feet from his outstretched palm.
The explosion reaping a cacophony of destruction resulting in smoldering craters.
Glare obstructed the morosity but did little to extinguish the rotten fumes of death.
As sight regained clarity another flash lit the scene to reveal a writhing mass
Emerging from the rent earth like the oscillating arms of a millipede.
"Come closer" said the Devil.
In a blink a thousand wails descended on the land.
Baring teeth and grabbing hands.
Reaching...
Reaching...
To grab hold of the light of the last soul holding claim to its life.
Stubborn, it resists the touch of darkness by force of will alone.
Until even the last spark of hope became entangled within the putrid hellscape,
Winking out of existence and forgotten;
Consumed by evil.
"Such is the price of the blood moon" cackled the fallen angel.

PERTINAX Feb 2017

Mountain Sunset

Azure silhouettes peaked against the horizon
Borne from the sky's last testament
Of rays beaming and accentuating
The suptle curves and vestments
That expressed their innate beauty
In the form of love with contentment
As her eyes soaked in the sight
Azure bled to crimson at the days
Dying light
Yet the fight is far from over
As she battled up the climbs
With wars and steps aplenty
Shared with her heart and mind
It is there
That the endless foothills roll
A memory of togetherness
Unafraid to fold
In the face of freedom unburdened
Her story is now hers to hold
For she is azure like the sky
And I,
The crimson before the night
Together we paint a mountain sunset
With a love that will never die