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.

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.

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.

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