Sample of my work. Thoughts?
I write this to untwist the tale that twists within
Just beginning to end and back again
Or maybe end to beginning would be more apt
The tale unfolds before me and long before me
In a knot so tight
as to shroud the truth from those less astute than I
Time and space and the other scheme to erase the signs,
but I do see
The patterns in the tomes of old taunt me with clue and riddle,
But I know in my soul that it is there.
Understanding of it all is not required of you
Just know that through it all, I do
My words are true although of events I cannot currently foresee
I simply wish to record my journey
to wow the avid follower of shiny things
But if, by chance, a reader of depth can to the world a new accepting bring, so much the better.
I strive to find the role I play with indifference
towards the obstacles in my path
Although I am pursued at every turn
By those who would see my undoing and hide the truth
I must know these things that define
the beginning, the middle, the end
Dimensions three show me the path
The Third showing place, the Forth forcing motion
They collude in quantum
Time and space are one and not
But one in the same is the product of both
The formula of the Fifth, for symbols fail
The first of the three is the Third,
The dimension of position
I see structure within, a framework construct of epic proportions
Regardless of the Fourth, infinite space fills all knowing and being
In the worlds of the others that is, not this one
Finite I have found here, piecing from clues through the ages
Edges define our tiny oasis far enough out to hide the loneness
Or unseen bars hold us as penitence for crimes unknown
In either event, Creators be damned
I seek the seeds of their intent
The second of the three is the Forth,
The dimension defining the journey through
Forward momentum hurdling in lines and circles
Filling the Third with cycles
of growth and destruction, renewal and attrition
Lines of intent wend their paths,
converging and diverging into infinite possibilities
I know this only in book, for this is not the way of my world
Time is random when viewed from a distance,
yet we are random as well
Following the twists and turns of the Forth,
we see the world as linear
Knowledge gives me the vantage
although I too am caught within perceived linearity
There must be a mechanism by which this can be controlled,
so seek it I must
The third of the three is the Fifth,
The dimension of order from chaos, chaos from order
Waves of nothing fold in and out,
appear and disappear, exist, then not
A chaotic shapeless mass of nothingness to the untrained eye
The Fifth colludes with space and time,
providing a fabric on which they exists
Interacting in quantum,
the mesh providing those of sufficient intellect opportunity
Before you lose your faith and conclude me completely mad
I will tell of an intellect keen and a mind resolved
As with most such as me, I prefer solitude over comradery
Books fill the gaps in between
Ancient parchment delicate and fine
caress my fingers with a lovers grace
Aged leather bindings smell sensual to say the least
But it is the knowledge within that truly ignites
Intimate details within the phrases turned through the ages
By those whose words live on, if only in memory or in song
Show of a people and of a place and of a time beyond this one
Forty-seven languages, that is what I speak,
Each spoken in their own time, either now or then or then
Dead will and would be called in the fullness of time
In this time, in this place, I put them in my context
Yet each one is a tool, a puzzle piece
to use and twist and find its place within it all
A window into a culture into its times past
Where living and knowledge and secrets were amassed
To be found by someone such as me, a simple man,
a linguist with the keys
A list of each would not be proper
For knowledge should not be wasted on the unknowing
The list would grow with the telling, of dialects unending
People with to each other a communication is sot
Through inflection, tone and nuance
Defining themselves as brothers, as sisters and kin
Two hundred and thirty-three dialects to me are know
Denoting another level of sympathy,
the root of a society delved by me
This is what I hope to do here and dismiss the rumor,
the conjecture and the fear
To speak in dialect you will understand.
My name is Nibenmendl.
Thus I begin.
I am a driven man
Events beyond my control have left me wanting
thus living a fate that I will never see as tragically random
Life has not been kind to me.
Memories of times past tear at my resolve,
but I must remain strong.
Those that know me patronize, using my mind to do their bidding.
Those who do know not shun,
going great distances to avoid seeing this tortured visage.
None of my doing,
but I must wage battle against those in my dreams,
As unclear and elusive as the minute electro-chemical synapse
Snapping over and over and over,
pushing and pushing, feeling after feeling
cascading down, down, down, flooding the cannels of the mind
meant to balance and hold the highs and the lows
under lock and key.
But the key is lost, the lock melted to so much slag.
I write this to untwist the tale that twists within
Just beginning to end and back again
Or maybe end to beginning would be more apt
The tale unfolds before me and long before me
In a knot so tight
as to shroud the truth from those less astute than I
Time and space and the other scheme to erase the signs,
but I do see
The patterns in the tomes of old taunt me with clue and riddle,
But I know in my soul that it is there.
Understanding of it all is not required of you
Just know that through it all, I do
My words are true although of events I cannot currently foresee
I simply wish to record my journey
to wow the avid follower of shiny things
But if, by chance, a reader of depth can to the world a new accepting bring, so much the better.
I strive to find the role I play with indifference
towards the obstacles in my path
Although I am pursued at every turn
By those who would see my undoing and hide the truth
I must know these things that define
the beginning, the middle, the end
Dimensions three show me the path
The Third showing place, the Forth forcing motion
They collude in quantum
Time and space are one and not
But one in the same is the product of both
The formula of the Fifth, for symbols fail
The first of the three is the Third,
The dimension of position
I see structure within, a framework construct of epic proportions
Regardless of the Fourth, infinite space fills all knowing and being
In the worlds of the others that is, not this one
Finite I have found here, piecing from clues through the ages
Edges define our tiny oasis far enough out to hide the loneness
Or unseen bars hold us as penitence for crimes unknown
In either event, Creators be damned
I seek the seeds of their intent
The second of the three is the Forth,
The dimension defining the journey through
Forward momentum hurdling in lines and circles
Filling the Third with cycles
of growth and destruction, renewal and attrition
Lines of intent wend their paths,
converging and diverging into infinite possibilities
I know this only in book, for this is not the way of my world
Time is random when viewed from a distance,
yet we are random as well
Following the twists and turns of the Forth,
we see the world as linear
Knowledge gives me the vantage
although I too am caught within perceived linearity
There must be a mechanism by which this can be controlled,
so seek it I must
The third of the three is the Fifth,
The dimension of order from chaos, chaos from order
Waves of nothing fold in and out,
appear and disappear, exist, then not
A chaotic shapeless mass of nothingness to the untrained eye
The Fifth colludes with space and time,
providing a fabric on which they exists
Interacting in quantum,
the mesh providing those of sufficient intellect opportunity
Before you lose your faith and conclude me completely mad
I will tell of an intellect keen and a mind resolved
As with most such as me, I prefer solitude over comradery
Books fill the gaps in between
Ancient parchment delicate and fine
caress my fingers with a lovers grace
Aged leather bindings smell sensual to say the least
But it is the knowledge within that truly ignites
Intimate details within the phrases turned through the ages
By those whose words live on, if only in memory or in song
Show of a people and of a place and of a time beyond this one
Forty-seven languages, that is what I speak,
Each spoken in their own time, either now or then or then
Dead will and would be called in the fullness of time
In this time, in this place, I put them in my context
Yet each one is a tool, a puzzle piece
to use and twist and find its place within it all
A window into a culture into its times past
Where living and knowledge and secrets were amassed
To be found by someone such as me, a simple man,
a linguist with the keys
A list of each would not be proper
For knowledge should not be wasted on the unknowing
The list would grow with the telling, of dialects unending
People with to each other a communication is sot
Through inflection, tone and nuance
Defining themselves as brothers, as sisters and kin
Two hundred and thirty-three dialects to me are know
Denoting another level of sympathy,
the root of a society delved by me
This is what I hope to do here and dismiss the rumor,
the conjecture and the fear
To speak in dialect you will understand.
My name is Nibenmendl.
Thus I begin.
I am a driven man
Events beyond my control have left me wanting
thus living a fate that I will never see as tragically random
Life has not been kind to me.
Memories of times past tear at my resolve,
but I must remain strong.
Those that know me patronize, using my mind to do their bidding.
Those who do know not shun,
going great distances to avoid seeing this tortured visage.
None of my doing,
but I must wage battle against those in my dreams,
As unclear and elusive as the minute electro-chemical synapse
Snapping over and over and over,
pushing and pushing, feeling after feeling
cascading down, down, down, flooding the cannels of the mind
meant to balance and hold the highs and the lows
under lock and key.
But the key is lost, the lock melted to so much slag.
by the way thanks for the add