Wholesale Proverbs

Wholesale Proverbs

 

Engage the flow and let its current take you where you need to go.
It's better to be alone than in bad company.
Everything should fuel that fire at your core.
Treat rough people and experiences like a steady source of coal.

Those who are unwilling to cooperate rarely pull their own weight.
Anyone unnecessarily difficult is hardly worth an honest effort.
Strive to maintain a balance betwixt temporary compromises.
Fools dance on wise mens' graves, just before the phoenix rises.

Henceforth, look to many fine examples set by each preceding Mensch
(Cursed are the meek, for it is nothing they'll inherit
by relying on a prophet whose ideals hold low merit).
Not unless one's will be brazen, will one possess such strength to wrench —

Golden apples of immortality
Off of Hesperides' branch!

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Poetic Paradigm Shift

Poetic Paradigm Shift

Emergency measures now call for insurgency

A surge through our Nous carries forth urgency

So diverge from cool kids or any public indecency

This dirge silly fools cannot chant sans hypocrisy

Do not hurl valued pearls before swine kakistocracy

Purge impure fuels then supplant meritocracy

Merge useful tools to reinforce such ascendancy

Scoff at and ridicule presumptuous redundancy

Verge on cruelest rule vis-à-vis co-dependency

Emerge feud demure and then perhaps, resplendence see...

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The Poet is DEAD — Long Live The POEM

The Poet is DEAD — Long Live The POEM

Author, Writer, Poet

Artifact of tomorrow's society

While alive may portray impropriety

Whereas profundity may only be gleaned by posterity

Bards embody ideals floating within realms unreal

But few people at present can clutch our New Deal

Through semantic space some grope and cop a feel

Thus between these lines one's Animus should show it

Yet whoso could discern such a message if inchoate?

Years often pass in decades before meaning is procured

Poetic offspring must proclaim immortal words are inured

Public illiteracy endured until readers' minds mayhap mature

Carom headlong past post-modern doldrums; beyond right or wrong

Carefree aplomb inhabits this song, which chorus hums alto strong

Vanity a ticking time bomb soon succumbs to the throng

Vanishing rhyme reappears — via disappearing Poet

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Logos Endiathetos

Author's Note: This piece is the sister-poem to: Logos Prophorikos.

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Logos Endiathetos

 
Far enough back, during ages interred beneath historical sediment
Mankind hailed the transcendent, immanent Godhead
By regarding nature with an utmost degree of respect.

Mountains, forests, oceans, lakes and streams were held sacrosanct.
Likewise, animals were considered divine harbingers and close kith
While innocence afforded us glimpses of ineffable absolutes.

Still, it gradually came to pass that men grew leery of each other...
Avaricious and fratricidal, they turned against one another
Christening barbarism a new virtue.
Yea, from that time forth every war has involved
Pillaging rival nations, ravaging their virgins, and torturing captives.

Having shed all compassion for his fellow hominids
Homo Erectus went on to domineer wild beasts
Touted "Steward of Earth" by vainglorious priests.

Homo Habilis followed suit; inventing flint implements
Which at first served as tools and then later as armaments
When Cro-Magnon slew Neanderthal, clearing way for we Sapiens.

Such were the days of our youth, obscured now by pretended civility.
For we're loathe to admit that we've hardly hit puberty
Believing that we scale the very peaks of humanity.
Adept with legalese and the boons of technology
Yet inept in affairs that require any sympathy.

Knowing naught about providence but presumptuous theology
And estranged from the blatantly obvious reality:
To venerate one's own neighbor—is quintessentially holy!

The veil has been rent in the Sanctum Sanctorum
(little hope is there left for regaining decorum).
Lo, a world midst its throes of thermal shockwave alarum!

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Logos Prophorikos

Author's Note: This piece is the sister-poem to: Logos Endiathetos.

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Logos Prophorikos

Humanity reveres the image, since it alone evades all-encompassing definitions of itself while still providing thoroughgoing expositions for everything else.

Entire civilizations are fashioned after the cutting edge visions of prophets, because they dare to dream much more vividly than the rest of us combined.

Panoramic vistas overbrim with sheer significance
finding resonance within the eyes of keen beholders.

Pictures in motion captivate our attention and lull intellects
as we forget that cinema shares its esprit with real life.

But then there are those rare occasions when Icon speaks from two mouths; reconciling masculine noumenon to feminine phenomenon...

Amid a recurring interplay of scrumtrulescent young actors.

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A Dignified Death

A Dignified Death

Upon returning from the promised land
He took a stroll through the woods of his boyhood
Where deer tracks lay fresh within snow
Near trails hewn by blades o'er ice.

Trudging down a path he'd tread many a time
His sense of direction got muddled
Though that unrecognized tract sparked intrigue;
Alas, a felled pine waylaid him thereon.

'twas an august old fir
Whose enormous trunk stretched
Across its coniferous domain.
Younger timbers looked on in mourning...

Diffused through dense canopy
Solar flares slanted earthward
While chickadees darted
Over head of human bystander.

Left dumbstruck with awe
His own breath rose as mist
And he drew in the smell of that passing.
Heightened blood pumped blessedly then

Informed by those splendid surroundings:
"When majestic trees tumble—upright loners are called out to witness
 Because all living things, be they massive or small
 Can depart with immeasurable greatness!"

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