Repetition is the best petition.
Drive that refrain into your brain.
It’s my mission.
Driven on by Stewart Copeland the musician.
Drums and dance
Send me into a trance.
Any way you choose it.
Repetition, repetition, repetition
Just as potent as nuclear fission.
Sometimes, for me, it’s just too much.
As crazy as Screaming Lord Sutch.
Yet here I make a telling submission
About the power of repetition
As beautiful as a painting by Titian.
A composition to appeal to your cognition
To get you into a better condition
There are four hundred and ninety rhymes
And that’s not something from superstition.
But I’d better avoid a war of attrition
Even with your kindly permission.
It’s great to prance
And have a dance.
I’m glad you’ve given
This poem a glance
To give its rhythms every chance.
My aim is to enhance
And cut through the boredom like a lance.
Poems are music
Poems are Romance
So let’s advance
Then make a stance.
That’s my position.
© PB 2\2\2020 (first line written 31\1 then notes made 1\2). Final line added 3\2.
Inspired by Stewart Copeland's TV Series "Adventures in Music" BBC4.
What do you say?
Should I keep trying my luck at the human condition?
I'm struggling to believe the human condition is for all of us;
Because of the way we humans are hardwired to think and judge,
and as a result, the way we have constructed meanings and standards in our societies,
many of us are left with an appalling serving of the human condition,
with little other than pain, misery, and humiliation on our plates
So what do you say?
Should I abandon the human condition and maybe seek more transcendental avenues of living?
(it's not as exciting as it sounds because I'm compelled to consider it)
Or, do you think the human condition can still accommodate for the joys of every one of us?
Pull your mask out
Let your guard down,
You need not hide anymore
I see you for who you are
Not what I desire to see you as
And I've got to say:
From where I'm standing
You couldn't be more bare.
Finally, stripped off of your facade
I see you for what you are
You're just as clueless as I:
Here to discover life!
Now, let's take this plunge into the abyss
And realize all our forgotten realities,
Sketch on each other's silences, we will,
For repainting these faded colors is fill;
For we know: time there's none absolute
But for our time together made of absolutes.
the enlightened one
is triumphant in defeat;
the victor's victory
as it becomes a tragedy
the cup of hemlock-
poisonous to his friends-
is transcendental to the man
the red herring looks away
in despair from his own fate
was inspired by the painting of the same title. thinking of doing more about paintings/art in general. lmk what you think!
Genius is forged by passion
It is this which never dies:
So long as one creation
is moved to dance mesmerized,
genius is forged by passion.
Though stone hearts lack expression,
postmoderns aching to try
Keeping "plebes" from their "mansions."
Speak this opaque truth as lies:
Genius is forged by passion.
The hive mind *******,
at shared expense they deny
Our yearning adoration
causes heaven's voice to cry,
Genius is forged by passion!
there isn't a clock
to tell you how many
sunrises you have left
there's no scoreboard for
how many heartbeats
until your death
don't let your prized possessions
weigh you down
never greet love with a frown
live everday as if it were your last
and don't awake one morning wishing for
a new past
Idealism is the unification of self.
And so, your love is my love
From the iron red sea flows
an infinite forest of white roots and gray leaves
Unequivocally woven in response to
the senses of each unique being
Ahhh, if timeless beauty is what you seek,
let the transcendental levies bleed
For that which may be perceived internally,
will be embellished eternally
within moments of pity,
pride, possession, avarice;
and still, moments must resentful,
lustful, arduous, close;
some great current, unmoved
unblunted, unweakened, unswerved,
for common nearness, a bondless magnetism,
abounds through within faith-constance,
ever-surmounting that sight or scent