Thought Provoking Art Poetry Challenge  

  
I am often filled with nostalgia  
 for something that always made me ponder  
The years seem to pass by in a flash  
 fondly remembering the paths I used to wander  
The games and places left me breathless  
 my young fragile heart sought so many chances  
The names and faces now seem ageless  
 as my old agile soul reminisces on romances  
In many of those sleepless nights  
 I felt like the new dawn would never come  
But as the star rose with delight  
 the new day brought hope under the sun  
And there I’d find some comfort  
 as the chance to love had come again  
But when the sun set in the west  
 the lonely night seemed to never end  
Sorry, I don’t mean to ramble on  
 but I walked a long road of debris and dust  
The everlasting longing and yearning  
 made me submit to my wonder and my lust  
Now I listen with vague memory  
 for the years spent empty and torn asunder  
Remembering with bitter melancholy  
 those strange nights when I used to wander

Beethoven's - Moonlight sonata  
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Tr0otuiQuU&feature=youtu.be
 
The clouds that move in slow procession    
remember, never to the earth be tied.
Pensive, waiting for the moon's progression  
reflect the glow, whatever side.  
As the stars small, glitter. humbly,  
in major and in minor all combine,  
a chorus in the lunar summary  
as each day, at end, begin its prelude.  
Settled twilight as the bird set down to roost  
a timpani, a feather falling on the coup.  
 In the dimming, each mischievous sprite    
see the looming shadows lengthen,  
laughing, dancing in delight.  
The orb begins its vernal transit  
Earth, its child forever tied  
in gestation rise and fall, glowing, rising,  
ebbing, failing in each month, wax and wane.  
To be reborn, in the show of that proclaim.  
Plucking at the heartstrings, shinning brass  
reflection warm yet ever cold.  
In its snowy iridescence, some to slumber in its pass  
others pulling down their dreams, do you suppose?  
ray's so bound in pensive meanings,  
the wings of romance all unfold.  
Gather all the simmered angst,  
benign the climb in its conduct  
and to the gods we give our thanks.  
Satisfy all wishes, in mystery we stand dumbstruck.  
Yours and mine, a satellite that shines so bright  
the encore that repeats forever  
bring the music of the night  
   
   
   
   
   
     
 

Creed: my sacrifice

https://youtube.com/watch?v=O-fyNgHdmLI
 
She cracks through  
a crepe-paper husk of fragile memory;  
her fragments scatter  
where glass water shatters,
every color in her image.
 
My one true eye sees her --
recalls in an instant coming alight
and how she was my candle drowning
in a dream as the band played on
all the while to her tribute.
 
I never left her there where
she broke through my fractured skin
to remain; burned, branded
as I grew old --
I am only young where she still is.
 
I give myself up in pale patinas
on crevaced blank pages uncrinkled,
the story never penned there --
but I can be relinquished in her
to stay buoyant;
partly obscured, partly ending,
never believed.
I rise with her sloshing tide
and in her wake, I'm free.
 
    .....

  
I am often filled with nostalgia  
 for something that always made me ponder  
The years seem to pass by in a flash  
 fondly remembering the paths I used to wander  
The games and places left me breathless  
 my young fragile heart sought so many chances  
The names and faces now seem ageless  
 as my old agile soul reminisces on romances  
In many of those sleepless nights  
 I felt like the new dawn would never come  
But as the star rose with delight  
 the new day brought hope under the sun  
And there I’d find some comfort  
 as the chance to love had come again  
But when the sun set in the west  
 the lonely night seemed to never end  
Sorry, I don’t mean to ramble on  
 but I walked a long road of debris and dust  
The everlasting longing and yearning  
 made me submit to my wonder and my lust  
Now I listen with vague memory  
 for the years spent empty and torn asunder  
Remembering with bitter melancholy  
 those strange nights when I used to wander

Beethoven's - Moonlight sonata  
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Tr0otuiQuU&feature=youtu.be
 
The clouds that move in slow procession    
remember, never to the earth be tied.
Pensive, waiting for the moon's progression  
reflect the glow, whatever side.  
As the stars small, glitter. humbly,  
in major and in minor all combine,  
a chorus in the lunar summary  
as each day, at end, begin its prelude.  
Settled twilight as the bird set down to roost  
a timpani, a feather falling on the coup.  
 In the dimming, each mischievous sprite    
see the looming shadows lengthen,  
laughing, dancing in delight.  
The orb begins its vernal transit  
Earth, its child forever tied  
in gestation rise and fall, glowing, rising,  
ebbing, failing in each month, wax and wane.  
To be reborn, in the show of that proclaim.  
Plucking at the heartstrings, shinning brass  
reflection warm yet ever cold.  
In its snowy iridescence, some to slumber in its pass  
others pulling down their dreams, do you suppose?  
ray's so bound in pensive meanings,  
the wings of romance all unfold.  
Gather all the simmered angst,  
benign the climb in its conduct  
and to the gods we give our thanks.  
Satisfy all wishes, in mystery we stand dumbstruck.  
Yours and mine, a satellite that shines so bright  
the encore that repeats forever  
bring the music of the night  
   
   
   
   
   
     
 

Creed: my sacrifice

https://youtube.com/watch?v=O-fyNgHdmLI
 
She cracks through  
a crepe-paper husk of fragile memory;  
her fragments scatter  
where glass water shatters,
every color in her image.
 
My one true eye sees her --
recalls in an instant coming alight
and how she was my candle drowning
in a dream as the band played on
all the while to her tribute.
 
I never left her there where
she broke through my fractured skin
to remain; burned, branded
as I grew old --
I am only young where she still is.
 
I give myself up in pale patinas
on crevaced blank pages uncrinkled,
the story never penned there --
but I can be relinquished in her
to stay buoyant;
partly obscured, partly ending,
never believed.
I rise with her sloshing tide
and in her wake, I'm free.
 
    .....

https://youtube.com/watch?v=55885Qnt7Ps
  
"I think we have a good chance of surviving    
long enough to colonize the solar system."  
~ Stephen Hawking    
   
The alchemy of    
modern physics rests  
in general relativity—  
   
the gravity of understanding  
a Universe at large:    
galaxies, clusters, stars  
all holding position;  
   
and, quantum mechanics—  
smaller scale being:    
sub-particles, atoms, molecules  
electromagnetic forces  
occupying form    
   
The two are incompatible    
within a diminutive scale—  
planckions of tiny black holes;  
and an initial Big Bang    
   
Deeper frameworks of reality    
must be discovered    
to harmoniously integrate    
both into a unifying    
Theory of Everything  
   
Stardust drifts in our bones—  
atoms, sub-atomic particles:  
neutrons, protons, electrons    
vibrating musical strings    
of gravitational mergings—  
   
creating, and re-creating    
our bodies over and again  
throughout lifetimes  
until fully fused as ONE—  
   
tearing assunder the veil  
we so long believed separated
infinite and unknown
dimensions between us    
~