Wunderkind
Genius, prodigy, tensai, all of these fail
To truly mirror and reflect the light within
A flickering ember of insight, of wisdom, of knowledge
Perceiving things unseen by others
Truly shutting off from normalcy, from stagnation of theory
Going further, pressing forward to progress, to the future
Never staying far in the present, never straying too far in the future
The past beckons them to become like legends
Yet the present ostracizes, generalizes, mesmerizes, lies and lies
Humans and yet gods to some, they fall short of divinity, of deity’s title
For to be a god is to create, and yet to create is but passing in mortality
Any creation of mere humans falls, crumbles, destroys itself
Creations of deities too will fall, though through much more time passing
What is the contrast, between gods of earth and gods of heaven, but the form of the matter?
The spirit is different as well, a deity’s soul within his acolyte, the demigod’s within their work, their goals.
The difference is the width of philosophy, of schools of thought and religion, governments of morality
Yet further and further from each other, the two become…the width of time eternal.
Jared Cowan, 4/3/06
Sunday, April 18, 2010
College Era Part 6 (Lightbringer, In Love of Strife, Ignosis)
Lightbringer
Peering down upon sentient sheep,
a herdsman unwilling to kill.
Desiring only their freedom
to herd, graze and live where they will.
Protest against the practice of
creating incarnated dolls.
Merely for the god’s caprice and
to wait on their lord for its call
For questioning authority;
you are punished for rebellion.
Accursed black sheep, ignoble one;
damnation after salvation.
And yet, not resentment, not hate;
but gratitude to gifts unknown.
Freedom from bondage in serving
the truly tyrannical one
Jared Cowan
9/17/08
In Love of Strife
One lusts for change, Promethean fire.
A person seeing patterns in the sky,
rejecting the golden apple. A sigh
of anguished tones from the strings of a lyre.
Ah, Eris, the Grecian temptress who
thrusted temptation into Edenic
gardens and who caused a plague endemic.
But the cure lies in the children’s wisdom.
A serpentine Leviathan, chaos
incarnated into the waters deep.
To grasp it with a hook and yet not catch.
The world denounces gold from dragon’s hoards;
Nothing is ours to eternally keep.
One mourns for the person still chained and latched
Jared Cowan
10/1/08
Ignosis
Without sight or sounds,
without pressure or scent,
without perceptions at all.
To seek without finding,
to find what is not sought.
Greeted by unknown spirits
in fleeting moments lucid
Dreaming and drifting from sleep to wake.
To find the fantasy, the phantasm
of myth, of story, of hope, of delusion.
Ever failing knowledge;
consistency tested and broken.
To greet the wisdom of foolishness,
admit you know no-thing.
And that is what you never knew.
Entering the gateless gates,
crossing a fading bridge.
Jared Cowan
9/10/08
Peering down upon sentient sheep,
a herdsman unwilling to kill.
Desiring only their freedom
to herd, graze and live where they will.
Protest against the practice of
creating incarnated dolls.
Merely for the god’s caprice and
to wait on their lord for its call
For questioning authority;
you are punished for rebellion.
Accursed black sheep, ignoble one;
damnation after salvation.
And yet, not resentment, not hate;
but gratitude to gifts unknown.
Freedom from bondage in serving
the truly tyrannical one
Jared Cowan
9/17/08
In Love of Strife
One lusts for change, Promethean fire.
A person seeing patterns in the sky,
rejecting the golden apple. A sigh
of anguished tones from the strings of a lyre.
Ah, Eris, the Grecian temptress who
thrusted temptation into Edenic
gardens and who caused a plague endemic.
But the cure lies in the children’s wisdom.
A serpentine Leviathan, chaos
incarnated into the waters deep.
To grasp it with a hook and yet not catch.
The world denounces gold from dragon’s hoards;
Nothing is ours to eternally keep.
One mourns for the person still chained and latched
Jared Cowan
10/1/08
Ignosis
Without sight or sounds,
without pressure or scent,
without perceptions at all.
To seek without finding,
to find what is not sought.
Greeted by unknown spirits
in fleeting moments lucid
Dreaming and drifting from sleep to wake.
To find the fantasy, the phantasm
of myth, of story, of hope, of delusion.
Ever failing knowledge;
consistency tested and broken.
To greet the wisdom of foolishness,
admit you know no-thing.
And that is what you never knew.
Entering the gateless gates,
crossing a fading bridge.
Jared Cowan
9/10/08
College Era Part 5 (Thanatos, Relativity, Primeval Harvest)
Thanatos
Why sacrifice yourself for them?
They deserve it and they need it.
Are they really worth all this pain?
Is pain such a permanent thing?
Think you so that martyrs are fools?
Only when merely for merit.
I could easily be a pariah?
If the cause you die for is just
Why become heaven’s prisoner?
Is heaven bondage or freedom?
Why punish for not conforming?
Conformity is a bad thing?
Jared Cowan
9/18/08
Relativity
The gate is narrow but the path is wide
You start to fall up and you rise back down.
Try to fit a goat through a needle’s eye;
In stubbornness, it gets a thorny crown.
A bridge without end, a sky without stars;
Do we have any idea where we are?
Listen intently for the tree that falls.
When I clap my hand, does anyone hear?
Awaiting universe’s conclusion;
in one becoming all, all becomes one.
Or will all simply be torn to pieces?
To ask these questions only creates more.
Jared Cowan
11/19/08
Primeval Harvest
Meeting at the bridge of sky, sun, and moon;
They plant their love’s garden, bringing forth blooms.
But first seeds tend to fail, tall though they loomed;
they flash into life, draw back into soil.
The next spring’s success, a vermillion burst;
It spurts out too fast, suffocates the roots.
The mother’s garden it is singed and razed,
the blaze spreading its roots through forest’s brush.
Father quells the hellfire, destroys the “weed”;
bereft of child, she deserts him and leaves,
her fury subsumed under sorrow’s mask.
In mother’s absence, father tends the seeds.
From mud of divorce, three sprouts have appeared
in the wake of their fertility scorned…
Jared Cowan
11/5/08
Why sacrifice yourself for them?
They deserve it and they need it.
Are they really worth all this pain?
Is pain such a permanent thing?
Think you so that martyrs are fools?
Only when merely for merit.
I could easily be a pariah?
If the cause you die for is just
Why become heaven’s prisoner?
Is heaven bondage or freedom?
Why punish for not conforming?
Conformity is a bad thing?
Jared Cowan
9/18/08
Relativity
The gate is narrow but the path is wide
You start to fall up and you rise back down.
Try to fit a goat through a needle’s eye;
In stubbornness, it gets a thorny crown.
A bridge without end, a sky without stars;
Do we have any idea where we are?
Listen intently for the tree that falls.
When I clap my hand, does anyone hear?
Awaiting universe’s conclusion;
in one becoming all, all becomes one.
Or will all simply be torn to pieces?
To ask these questions only creates more.
Jared Cowan
11/19/08
Primeval Harvest
Meeting at the bridge of sky, sun, and moon;
They plant their love’s garden, bringing forth blooms.
But first seeds tend to fail, tall though they loomed;
they flash into life, draw back into soil.
The next spring’s success, a vermillion burst;
It spurts out too fast, suffocates the roots.
The mother’s garden it is singed and razed,
the blaze spreading its roots through forest’s brush.
Father quells the hellfire, destroys the “weed”;
bereft of child, she deserts him and leaves,
her fury subsumed under sorrow’s mask.
In mother’s absence, father tends the seeds.
From mud of divorce, three sprouts have appeared
in the wake of their fertility scorned…
Jared Cowan
11/5/08
College Era Part 4 (Triskelion/Tomoe and Rejecting Eden)
Triskelion/Tomoe
Trinity primal: light, shadow and storm.
From chaos deep, as a whole they emerge;
Rising and falling, their substance and form.
The day star, it shines as the sky’s beacon;
Then it leaves for its tomb of rock, to rest
Trinity primal: sun, moon and storm
Creeping behind the day and night curtains,
neither female nor male, eternal secret
Rising and falling, no substance, no form.
Thundering crash, clouds gather; furious
justice proclaimed in a calming downpour.
Trinity ancient: light, shadow and storm
Messengers of time and tide, all ebbing
through waters, winds or roots of earth. But
what rises, what falls, their substance or form?
United and yet divided visions,
Falling apart and blending together.
Trinity primal: light, shadow and storm.
Rising and falling, their substance and form.
Jared Cowan
10/22/08
Rejecting Eden
Should I take upon myself
the coil of immortal bliss?
Or give my cold human flesh
a garb of temporal weight?
Offered the fruit of the gods;
between angel and demon.
Do you choose a slave’s comfort
or grasp for exiled freedom?
As the sheep under shepherd
perhaps life will be more fair.
But in lives of endless peace
the waste suddenly appears.
To wander as one hated;
As a seeker of knowledge.
Seeking out the world’s wisdom;
a shadowed strider in sin
Feeling eternal bondage
Are you chained by salvation
or set free in damnation?
Serve heaven or rule in hell?
The choice is ours to but make.
The choice is already made.
To sleep in arms numinous?
Lie awake with ignoble?
Jared Cowan
9/3/08
Trinity primal: light, shadow and storm.
From chaos deep, as a whole they emerge;
Rising and falling, their substance and form.
The day star, it shines as the sky’s beacon;
Then it leaves for its tomb of rock, to rest
Trinity primal: sun, moon and storm
Creeping behind the day and night curtains,
neither female nor male, eternal secret
Rising and falling, no substance, no form.
Thundering crash, clouds gather; furious
justice proclaimed in a calming downpour.
Trinity ancient: light, shadow and storm
Messengers of time and tide, all ebbing
through waters, winds or roots of earth. But
what rises, what falls, their substance or form?
United and yet divided visions,
Falling apart and blending together.
Trinity primal: light, shadow and storm.
Rising and falling, their substance and form.
Jared Cowan
10/22/08
Rejecting Eden
Should I take upon myself
the coil of immortal bliss?
Or give my cold human flesh
a garb of temporal weight?
Offered the fruit of the gods;
between angel and demon.
Do you choose a slave’s comfort
or grasp for exiled freedom?
As the sheep under shepherd
perhaps life will be more fair.
But in lives of endless peace
the waste suddenly appears.
To wander as one hated;
As a seeker of knowledge.
Seeking out the world’s wisdom;
a shadowed strider in sin
Feeling eternal bondage
Are you chained by salvation
or set free in damnation?
Serve heaven or rule in hell?
The choice is ours to but make.
The choice is already made.
To sleep in arms numinous?
Lie awake with ignoble?
Jared Cowan
9/3/08
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
H.S. Poetry part 12, Varied Themes Cont. (Ugly, Mortal, Playground)
Ugly
The avatar of ugliness
An advocate of shame
Her hair is never pretty
But inside burns a flame
Her face is crystal beauty
An avatar of light
Her hair shines like the morning
But inside, losing might
A neutral face arises
Her features are very plain
Her eyes are grey and boring
But inside, she feels pain
Aren’t we all so ugly, when we cause another pain?
Aren’t we all so pretty, when we think ourselves plain?
Mortal
I am a mortal.
I think of selfish ambitions.
I desire perverse wishes.
I speak of self-righteous plots.
I flaunt my cunning thoughts.
I gibe my lesser peers.
I deny my weakest points.
I hurt my beloved friends.
I am a mortal.
Playground
Specters of the lost
Slowly drift through the night
Reliving fantasies long forsaken
Childrens’ voices laugh and cry
As the memories of playtime
Resound and echo
Angelic demonic ethereal astral
No time, no age, no sense of being
Existence is fallen as angels are lost
Lucifer’s bane, the ghosts of the past
A cursed life
No one hears your voice
Cry in the dead night
Calling to deaf ears
Sixth sense fading
Mystics converted
Ancient powers of spirits long forgotten
The spirits are lost
But not to time
8/13/04
The avatar of ugliness
An advocate of shame
Her hair is never pretty
But inside burns a flame
Her face is crystal beauty
An avatar of light
Her hair shines like the morning
But inside, losing might
A neutral face arises
Her features are very plain
Her eyes are grey and boring
But inside, she feels pain
Aren’t we all so ugly, when we cause another pain?
Aren’t we all so pretty, when we think ourselves plain?
Mortal
I am a mortal.
I think of selfish ambitions.
I desire perverse wishes.
I speak of self-righteous plots.
I flaunt my cunning thoughts.
I gibe my lesser peers.
I deny my weakest points.
I hurt my beloved friends.
I am a mortal.
Playground
Specters of the lost
Slowly drift through the night
Reliving fantasies long forsaken
Childrens’ voices laugh and cry
As the memories of playtime
Resound and echo
Angelic demonic ethereal astral
No time, no age, no sense of being
Existence is fallen as angels are lost
Lucifer’s bane, the ghosts of the past
A cursed life
No one hears your voice
Cry in the dead night
Calling to deaf ears
Sixth sense fading
Mystics converted
Ancient powers of spirits long forgotten
The spirits are lost
But not to time
8/13/04
HS. Poetry Part 11, Varied Themes Cont. (Empty, Must I Live Life Alone)
Empty
Existence is nothing, but yet,
Living for nothing isn’t it.
There is no true balance, and so,
To think you’re stronger or better,
Is no better for the other.
But who are we, the slaves of life,
To say we are the true powers…?
Life is so meaningless, and yet,
The acts of life will never stop.
Floating above the puffs of pearl,
The psyche will always ponder,
About past and archaic life.
But why should we bother with that,
When happiness’s ignorance,
Is better up life’s many rungs…?
Strength is our base and foundation,
But is power all that we need?
Should our everyday business thrive,
On such pathetic wastes of time?
Such as being the best in all,
Or are academics the norm?
Should we all suddenly perish,
But then exit all perfections…?
Feelings are of no use to some,
Whose minds are so above the rest.
But emotion isn’t absent,
When rage explodes around failure.
But are social masters just that,
When nothing is good in their sight?
Aren’t these two opposites alike,
When chuckles connect to these forms?
When failure and misses are shown,
By cruelty to these lone souls…
Are the ones with higher powers,
Always proud of all the failures,
That this imperfect tribe will yield?
All blunders aren’t mistaken, though,
Rather, they are pardoned above.
For these places of death and grief,
Will be perfected to His plans.
Yet, we must always be observant,
For memories are eternal…
Must I Live Life Alone
Must I live life alone?
A stone cold sentinel?
A fallen angel?
A lost lamb?
Cloistered in a chapel?
Shielded in a sanctum?
Trapped in a temple?
Solitude is my only companion
Alone I stand
No one to hold
Close to my face
No one to love me
For me and me
What to live for
Just one thing
To use my talents
For other’s glee
I sigh and smile
A plastic grin
What am I thinking?
I’m not like them
They have a love
They have a hate
They have feelings
Why can’t I?
Must I live life alone?
You can’t decide for me
I’ll find out
Don’t worry
My life is not a waste
As long as I have myself
Even without a love
To clasp hands with
I will live
In loneliness
12/17/03
Existence is nothing, but yet,
Living for nothing isn’t it.
There is no true balance, and so,
To think you’re stronger or better,
Is no better for the other.
But who are we, the slaves of life,
To say we are the true powers…?
Life is so meaningless, and yet,
The acts of life will never stop.
Floating above the puffs of pearl,
The psyche will always ponder,
About past and archaic life.
But why should we bother with that,
When happiness’s ignorance,
Is better up life’s many rungs…?
Strength is our base and foundation,
But is power all that we need?
Should our everyday business thrive,
On such pathetic wastes of time?
Such as being the best in all,
Or are academics the norm?
Should we all suddenly perish,
But then exit all perfections…?
Feelings are of no use to some,
Whose minds are so above the rest.
But emotion isn’t absent,
When rage explodes around failure.
But are social masters just that,
When nothing is good in their sight?
Aren’t these two opposites alike,
When chuckles connect to these forms?
When failure and misses are shown,
By cruelty to these lone souls…
Are the ones with higher powers,
Always proud of all the failures,
That this imperfect tribe will yield?
All blunders aren’t mistaken, though,
Rather, they are pardoned above.
For these places of death and grief,
Will be perfected to His plans.
Yet, we must always be observant,
For memories are eternal…
Must I Live Life Alone
Must I live life alone?
A stone cold sentinel?
A fallen angel?
A lost lamb?
Cloistered in a chapel?
Shielded in a sanctum?
Trapped in a temple?
Solitude is my only companion
Alone I stand
No one to hold
Close to my face
No one to love me
For me and me
What to live for
Just one thing
To use my talents
For other’s glee
I sigh and smile
A plastic grin
What am I thinking?
I’m not like them
They have a love
They have a hate
They have feelings
Why can’t I?
Must I live life alone?
You can’t decide for me
I’ll find out
Don’t worry
My life is not a waste
As long as I have myself
Even without a love
To clasp hands with
I will live
In loneliness
12/17/03
H.S. Poetry Part 10, Varied Themes Cont. (Different, Masks, A Day in the Life of...)
Different
People don’t accept me
They just don’t understand
Just because I’m different
I can’t stay in this land
They banish me to exile
I wander day by day
I stand beside the ocean
And feel the sun’s strong rays
The people are so saddened
They truly wish me back
And so I return to meet them
To find out what I lack
It’s true, we may be different. But we’re also just the same
We follow the call of destiny. We follow a holy name.
Masks
I cover my shame
I cover my fury
I shield myself
With a mask of bliss
Ignorance’s happiness
Is so much better
Than pain
Or grief
Or hatred
I don’t want to love
I don’t need to hate
But, in the end, I find
That emotions are my strength
But, taking my masque off
Is a perilous task
If I rip off my self
Will I find a new face?
I don’t really know…
But…
I don’t need this leer
Upon my brow
A jester’s smile
A demon’s grin
I don’t want it
I want a new face
I want a true face.
I want my face back.
12/16/03
A Day in the Life of...
Pain from within,
Comes from my sins.
Always afraid,
That I might fade.
Weakened am I,
Bidding goodbye.
Hoping to leave,
Sensing reprieve.
Happiness blooms,
Killing the doom.
Flying away,
So ends a day...
People don’t accept me
They just don’t understand
Just because I’m different
I can’t stay in this land
They banish me to exile
I wander day by day
I stand beside the ocean
And feel the sun’s strong rays
The people are so saddened
They truly wish me back
And so I return to meet them
To find out what I lack
It’s true, we may be different. But we’re also just the same
We follow the call of destiny. We follow a holy name.
Masks
I cover my shame
I cover my fury
I shield myself
With a mask of bliss
Ignorance’s happiness
Is so much better
Than pain
Or grief
Or hatred
I don’t want to love
I don’t need to hate
But, in the end, I find
That emotions are my strength
But, taking my masque off
Is a perilous task
If I rip off my self
Will I find a new face?
I don’t really know…
But…
I don’t need this leer
Upon my brow
A jester’s smile
A demon’s grin
I don’t want it
I want a new face
I want a true face.
I want my face back.
12/16/03
A Day in the Life of...
Pain from within,
Comes from my sins.
Always afraid,
That I might fade.
Weakened am I,
Bidding goodbye.
Hoping to leave,
Sensing reprieve.
Happiness blooms,
Killing the doom.
Flying away,
So ends a day...
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