A Hypothesis of Reality;
A Wilderness of Sensibility;
and a World of Multiple Incident
tell many lies in the Likeness of Truth.
Tag: Poetry
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Blank Slate
Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890) The Starry Night 1888 from google -
Alone Again
Don’t know why
I’ve been thinking of you all day
I’ve been pretending; it’s all I can do
My heart isn’t making it thru to your heartI never cared till I saw you alone
‘Cause I could get by on my own
But the secret is my own for ever
My heart for you is unknown evermoreBut you’ve been gone, gone forever
Never letting it show nevermore
Leaving me in the sound of silence
That grows loud and louder in tears -
Dead or Alive
“Train Station” by Monet We’re gone with the departing;
You know, they depart, and with them we do.
We’re seen with the departing;
You know, they come back, and with them we do. -
Optical Illusion
Claude Monet, The Cliff at Fecamp 1881 The Optical Reflection of Matters – as my eyes have seen,
The Mechanical building of Reality – as my mind has done,
The Physical Existence of the World – as my body has lived;
That it’s not real but virtual by a concoction of Optical Illusion
Thwarts every thread of truth against Truth, the Reality of Things
Spelling a concatenation of Physical Existence in their Pristine Essences
Because what I have seen and see is not what it has been and it is
As the trickery of eyes knows not its shenanigans that becomes
Bold and bolder ever till Light of Intellect dawns on me with rains
Of benevolence on the parched earth of my Ignorance with Truth. -
Moonlight Sonata
from google The diamond sparkles of starry night
The lunar beauty ever so bright
The sky becomes a gallery of light. -
My Alpine Path
from google How far shall I tread upon the road to Alpine Path
As rigid as the road to Delphi days and nights
Across a wilderness of delights decayed in weary wrath,
To reach the peaks splendid in secret triumphs?
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