Re: ~ An Eternal Dream ~

[leucippus]

~ An Eternal Dream ~


~~~

Time is of the essence
Relentlessly consuming our future
Ruthlessly raping days from our lives
Ripping them from our grasp never to be returned

Only through the illusive memories in our minds
can we capture these cherished moments
Clinging onto them with futile desperation

Quick!

Before it's too late!

Let us create new memories!

Together we can fend off this morbid dragon of time
Taming the hideous beast forever
by clinging to its back amid its wings

Safe from its Time-consuming fiery breath
We can soar to new heights
Sharing the ecstasy of endless temporal tides

Time will be ours to restrain

We can use it as we wish
Creating fresh memories to be savored anew
Tasting each moment with childlike wonder
Devouring the innocence of Timelessness

No need to rush,…

Hush,…

I hear the whispery shadows of your thoughts
I sense the wonderment in your pulse
I feel the empathy in your soul

We touch,…

Not in places of this world
but within the core of our being
We are as one in the primordial now
Eternally together
To be parted never more

~~~

(Leucippus 10/2/06)

[gilad]

nice. respect.

[pianistimo]

don't feel rushed!

there's eternity.

with God.

the ultimate 'lover.'

and, there are unspeakable things awaiting us.

if the earth is made good - and yet, Christ said - 'i go to prepare a place for you...'  then - surely that place is even better than the one here.  'in my house there are many mansions, if it were not so i would have told you...'  also, He is preparing  'banquet' - a sort of wedding feast (so to speak) for the bride of Christ - the church - his faithful people (wherever they are and whatever church they happen to be in - but they are 'doing' the word of God - and not mere listeners).

there is no love deeper than the one we have for God.  to God - time does not exist.
 

[leucippus]

to God - time does not exist.

Time exists for no one.  Einstein's Relativity has clearly shows that there is no such thing as time alone.  It's merely one facet of spacetime as a whole.  Time stands still for those who travel at the speed of light.  God is light. Therefore, for God, there is no passage of time.

This poem was inspired by conversations taking place on another forum.  I personally have no anxieties about time. I know that I have always existed and that there will never be a time when I will cease to exist.  Time is but an illusion.  It has no existence itself.  There is no other time for me to cease to exist in.  All that exists is now, and I exist in the now.  There's no when else be. 

[ahinton]

'it must be.'  beethoven  (last movement of string quartet in B-flat major)

Dear Pianistimo,

Don't you think that you could change that to the Op. 135 where it does genuinely originate, rather than perpetuating this reference to the wrong Beethoven quartet? (go on - humour me! - and Beethoven, if he's listening)...

Best,

Alistair

[ahinton]

~ An Eternal Dream ~

And there I was, erroneously thinking that you were about to refer to the poem by Tagore that runs

The eternal dream
is borne on the wings of ageless Light,
that rends the veil of the vague, and goes across time
weaving ceaseless patterns of Being.

The mystery remains dumb,
the meaning of this pilgrimage,
the endless adventure of existence,
whose rush along the sky
flames up into innumerable rings of paths,
till at last knowledge gleams out from the dusk
in the infinity of human spirit, and in the dim-lighted dawn
she speechlessly gazes through the break in the mist
at the vision of Life and Love
emerging from the tumult of profound pain and joy.

ANd, just in case you happen not to know where that turns up in my own work, you're welcome to PM me on sorabji-archive@lineone.net and ask...

Best,

Alistair

[leucippus]

And there I was, erroneously thinking that you were about to refer to the poem by Tagore that runs

I almost never read poetry actually.  So I'm not aware of the works that are out there.  I just feel like writing poetically sometimes. 

I don't even know who Tagore is to be honest. 

The poem you pasted is quite profound but a little too abstract for me.  I try to write from a tad more pragmatic perspective, although I also flirt with fantasy and I do dip into the well of abstraction to some degree.  But I fear that taking the complete plunge into total abstraction may lose the reader.  So I guess I try to stay as grounded as possible whilst still trying to soar as high as I can go.  A bit of a paradox there - "pragmatic fantasy".

[pianistimo]

both poems are interestingly worded - although i can't say the word 'raping and incarcerated' are particularly encouraging.  of course, if honesty is the best policy and those are the most honest and descriptive words to describe the feeling - then A plus in english class.  girls, however, will sit and review the above sentences trying to derive meaning.  is this guy high on testosterone?  did he serve jail time?  tagore's is easier reading - and i didn't read it twice.  however, leucippus's i read three times - wondering each time something different.  the last time, a sort of idea popped into my head.  it is this.  that guys always claim to WANT poetry and music from a girl.  but, then if someone pays them attention (as lagin is wondering) they are suspect and red flags appear everywhere.  i'm saying - that if i - right here and now composed a really 'let's get leucippus hot' poem -

then these red flags would start popping up.  ok.  here's a poem for both leucippus and lagin - but in reference to the first time i saw my husband in 'that' way.

i asked my mom
i asked my dad (women NEVER ask about a guy unless they're serious)
if the choice i made
was good or bad

previous choices
weren't quite right
but this was like
a fish tonight

cooked up in butter
i asked agin
do you think this man's
a sin?

he's a bit older
than i thought
but never married
so that's quite hot

and he sings
and never complains
of aches and things
in the lower range

in fact, the first time
in tight jeans
i thought him bulging
at the seams

i tried to look up
but kinda looked down
when i met him
he didn't frown

he held a rose
but it was yellow
i thought wow
i like this fellow

we hit it off
and talked for hours
about nonsense thing
like colors of flowers

me thinks that guys
are just like girls
and need some time
to unfurl the rules

to take things slow
and not too fast
excepting when the
feelings are mutual

and, then it's fury
unleashed at once
heads out to hottubs
and to brunch

to wildflowers
picked at random
and wedding plans
that seemed abandoned

the dream is eternal
the reality is fair
you can't be true
without mutual care

you have to find
the common ground
but when all's said and done
it's hotness found

if you blush
and he's perplexed
the choice is simple
onto next

but if you talk
as plain as day
and see things
from their point of way

they're apt to
put you at the top
and heap the sugar
like a glop 

(sorry about the last word)

[leucippus]

- although i can't say the word 'raping and incarcerated' are particularly encouraging. 

Susan,

I thank you for your observations.  I agree with you about the word  "incarcerate" being inappropriate.  I actually felt that way myself when I was writing it but I never changed it.  I have now replaced it with simply "capture"

I disagree that the word "raping" is inappropriate as I'm using it though, because time is indeed taking something very valuable away from us each day without our permission. (hypothetically in the sense of what the poem is trying to say anyway, - not necessarily true in any philosophical sense)

However, I agree that there was still something not quite right there.  I've searched for a word to replace "raping" but could not find another suitable word that basically means the same thing.  But then I realized that if I simply precede it with the word "Ruthlessly" instead of "Tenaciously" that helps to clarify the intent of how I'm using it and justifies it's use.

So that's what I did.

Thank you for your suggestions,
James

[leucippus]

Here's another one.  I used the word "raped" in this one too.  You're going to get the impression that I'm obsessed with that word.   But once again I feel that it's appropriate for the thoughts I'm trying to convey.  The poem is all about my vantage point as I watch this woman being stolen from me by another man.  So from my point of view anything he encourages her to give to him is being "raped" from her even if she gives it willingly.  This is not from her point of view, but rather from mine.

Into the Dark Abyss of Night


~~~

I'll just sit here by the fire
Underneath the stars
Pondering on things of unimportance

Should I have cold one?
Should I venture to be bold?
Should I sit and merely watch the scenes around me?

A woman passes by
Something unexplainable has stirred
Now don't get wise and make rudimentary suggestions
I'm serious, I think the earth has moved

To where has she meandered?
Has she been devoured by the crowd?
Does she have a partner who owns her every pulse?

Now I said that I would ponder
Things of unimportance
Yet I'm drifting off to muse about much more

Am I really that undisciplined?
Am I a fool for my emotions?
Am I a slave to every moment passing by?

Here she comes again
My heart is in my throat
What the hell is wrong with my anatomy?

My chance is near
To discover all the answers
To the many inquisitions on my mind

I begin to rise from the comfort of my chair
When another man approaches her
Perhaps he is her husband?
Or a boyfriend whom she ardently adores?

I patiently observe
As I surrender to the tug of mother earth
Becoming comfortable again
In my lonely crowed world

No hugging is displayed before me
No pecks of adoration
Perhaps there's no connection
Between this woman and the beast

But then she smiles and giggles
Her cheeks blush red like roses
I see the sparks of blistering flirtatious fire

He touches her
She resists him not
The woman who has moved my earth
Is being raped of raw emotions
Right before my eyes

They laugh some more
And move a little closer

He whispers in her ear
She nods with stark approval
He takes her hand
And guides her into the dark abyss of night

~~~


(Leucippus 10/3/06)

[leucippus]

And there I was, erroneously thinking that you were about to refer to the poem by Tagore that runs

Alistair,

I've been re-reading Tagore's poem and it does tend to grow on you.  He paints quite a profound cosmic picture.

I guess I've been pretty much restricting my own writings to the more grounded human experiences.  Although I'm certainly leaning in the direction that Tagore has taken in that poem.   Having studied cosmology I could easily get into writing descriptions of that scope.  In fact, if I venture down that road I may never return to the smallness of the pragmatic world again. 

[gruffalo]

thanks leucippus, those poems were very nice.

Gruff

[pianistimo]

agreed that blushing isn't necessarily a bad sign - but i was meaning that with some people one dates that you never get past square one.  you start again at the beginning each encounter.  with someone you have feelings for - they build on one another, imo -and the feelings become as though you have known them longer than you really have.