ODE TO MY GUIDE





It is difficult to understand how any dainty human
Could have been able to resolve such a fable.
As this illusion at hand
Resourcefulness is in demand.
Into the light strides a glorious sight,
Without any fears and experienced in years,
Here
To champion away my chary decay.



When that primal day began pushing it's way
To energy's newest pattern construed,
All rational basis was but an oasis
Far from reason's comfort.
Reality's treason, overture of seasons,
Took the course of only the worst
Flooding the plain of my mind's domain.
To splinter the gates,
Releasing captive fates:
Time
To understand what is in hand.



A book of wondrous sorts discloses and contorts
All which I thought was cognitively caught.
In the eye of my mind,
Calm, while the storm all around rages on,
Sweeping up those less ground than most.
Still within my sight,
Silhouette in radiant light,
From which came a shrieking dismay
And over my head to all my dread,
Thought
Washed clean a spirit grown mean.

---

"Literacy saps memory," can this be
A lighting bolt strikes uncanny results
To distort my synapse comfort,
And force epic trials, pages flow for miles.
Starts comprehension from bardic tradition
Away from Olympus sent on a mission.
Truth
To seed old soil fertilized in toil.



Homer being first, his radiance burst
Over the clouds his light shrouds
Like "the young Dawn with finger tips of rose."
Making my mind bright with his delights
Of animated reality and human frivolity,
Illuminating my sight
Of times without logic's fight.
Once a tool, now wielded for cruel
Reasons unfit, logic which
Became
My epic struggle, so many fears to muzzle.



With Odysseus I journeyed forth
Into a dark dismal embark,
The pages turned as a candle burned
Away throughout the night: our plight
Flowed onward so, fast past the thrones
Of external correctives towards internal dialectics.
I did go leaving behind that hero
To reign supreme
In memory's being
Now
The picture has a frame thanks to Homer's fame.

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The colors are still blinding, humankind redefining
The essence to balance nature left to chance.
Storming across the plain, destroying all laws that remain,
To allow growth anew not to be misconstrued
This time around
Silence resounds
Pictured
Throughout the ages by ink on pages.



Agamemnon and Oedipus, revenge and nemesis,
Catalysis the need and analysis decrees
There to be insight focused upon the plight.
Hence came comedies, here is Aristophanes
Tragedy's discourse could have been worse.
With guiding mimesis as social degenerates
Encoding the means, so many truths are seen.
The law of censorship is developed,
Progress once again enveloped,
Growing
I feel empathy towards the colors' frequency.



Adjusting to thought sight, Plato's light
Helps the eye calm hues and lines.
To deduce an inductive truce,
Dueling dialectic grows didactic encyclopedic,
A social contract blooms in the process,
While nature construes to once again undo
Storming rage to flood the plain.
Burying with might
From human sight
Light
Into the night ages old before a new tale be told.

---

Impressionistic resemblance of cognitive balance
Exists an image forever to change;
By precise thoughts, the masters caught
Essence evolving in the human mind.
Relationship with environment
Natural covenant
Colors
Never relent illuminating the decent.



Down the floods flow past ancient Rome,
Where Virgil resides as mysticism collides
With totalitarian hedonism resembling traditional stoicism's
Clash into metamorphosis clamoring paralysis.
For change is necessary and survival contrary
To the popular beliefs of nightmarish grief
Stricken the minds human to conflict then.
Virgil and Ovid be praised
For stoking the fires of rage
Change
The ability to which my survival is pitched.



Ephyllion upon method coding digression
Aggress devolution's imbalance, to adjust revolution
Dehortative disharmony aflow civility bleeds
Into fertile valleys awash with exhortative journeys.
To monastic orphanages a last refuge for ages
Shapes of things to come brings
The picture I can almost see human
Condition in flight.
Rage and might
Life
Turns over the seasons as humanity treason.

---

Reasons no longer illuminates, darkness shadows the plain;
Nature remains clouding history drowning
My mind wanders the image's wonders
To dark to even imagine the treason.
Humanity's nightmare
Centuries of despair
Somewhere
Light so bright burns away this night's plight.



Unknown response, shelter of thought brought
Out to the light, Heorot survived the night.
With Beowulf's foundation supporting committas relations,
Where hero and king are the same thing,
The hierarchy of condition fought into submission
By a single character's woe to dutifully bestow
Humanity with sight to overcome individual plight.
Champion truthness
Endurance harness
Evolution
Continued overture upon turn with mystic spurns.



Shafts of light hoard the sky board.
Nomadic discourse or brought on purpose,
The conditioned razor must always favor
Simplicity finest hour: hero martyred in honor.
Drum a dirge from material forward into classical:
To be born again blooming in spring's wind
Blown back on course to expect the worst,
Conspires mortal souls
Material to control
Fires
A greed in need of resolution by a new constitution.

---

Rebirth is eminent through Augustinian meditant.
Calming again, but the storm never relents,
To mighty a rage unfettered by words on a page,
Nature floods energies run into synergies.
Between the ages
Revolve the sages
Conscious
Guides light unrelenting penetrates night sending.



Hellish imagery defines where darkness resides
In Dante's mind the "City of Dis" confines
The horrors of humanity, hierarchy of eternity.
Rational mysticism evolves into a macrocosm
Franciscan Radicalism's remedy floods allegorical comedy
Sin dances naked with the emperor forsaken.
To malbojes sent where evil repents
Agon of mind
Dragon of rhyme
Line
To which the image is now a discernible privilege.



Glory in sight, imagination, resolution through meditation,
Transmigressions of professions,
Caught the dark ages in the light of pages.
As black ink stuck to white muck,
Conquer the descent and catalysis the ascent.
For human reason may weather the seasons
Of time's nature, essence without favor,
But to try again
Regardless of humans
Contains
My epic device to survive the overture thrice.

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Now I can somewhat understand
The essence fabled is merely a label.
For evolution's demand in the sands
Time's existence as physical conscience.
Human relativity
Natural affinity
Beauty
Might be the laughter as the storm rages after.



Final days commence from this plain hence
Begins the epic of my didactic.
To evolve harmoniously within the seasons' anomaly,
The overture of treason being my own reason,
Fallacy of thought, a discourse once wrought
With ego's content to never relent.
To admit mistakes and allow the gates
To open wide my mind
Nothing captive to find
Imagination
Reigns forever supreme in the eye of storming dreams.



As the constant pages slow, the distant light grows
To illuminate my guide smiling to confide
Anymore upon my brain when you know it is drained.
And sleep of the ages will silence these pages
Only as the dormant beast awaits humanity's feast
When these words will nourish the world.
While spirit's choice in your comforting voice
Decides to be free,
Between you and me
Remains
The eye of calm as the storm rages on

Forever.

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HERE TIME THOUGHT TRUTH BECAME NOW

PICTURED GROWING LIGHT

COLORS CHANGE LIFE

SOMEWHERE EVOLUTION FIRES

CONSCIOUS LINE CONTAINS BEAUTY IMAGINATION REMAINS

FOREVER

~





DBrown Fisher
© April 1996

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