For a bard must be

[Ulalle]

Hello to all, I am new here so be gentle with me.. :nod:

I would like to offer for your pleasure (if so it shall be) a small part of a larger work I am trying to create.

pray tell, is this to your liking?

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What must be true
Stems from the truth of what must be
What must be
Is logical as mustard
Must be
Otherwise what are grains of mustard for?
To feed the bard
For a bard must be
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[Jay]

Maybe if you posted more of the poem/work it'll make more sense, it's without too much of a context, definitelly the 'end' feels unfinished.

[Ulalle]

Of course, i agree with you, yet i did not wish to impinge a new presence with so much written material, the whole project is called Cantos Mortis and carries more or less a hundred of those stanzas, so not desiring to burden the readers I shall add just a few in the hope that it will make a bit more sense..

here goes the begining of the fifth part including the stanza i have already posted.

thanks

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V

It is only the recalcitrant genus
Of Homo Consumeris (HC)tm
Which through the new electronic
Interdependence
Believes that copulation can be other than
Friendly
Not being friendly nor jazz like
Modern sex sessions are
A caucus for determination of supremacy
Necessity and chance
As complex ripples between the nipples of
Deirdre

No true avatar has gaseous boundaries
Any lucubration filled with angst
Results in tenacity and grasping of the
Dead
Thus is the opprobrium of a poet known
Deathcore denies despondency
The prisoner of low spirit will never enter
The abode of ideal beauty
Ah! Well..

We are abandoned sob the existentialists
As grievances crying out for redress
Nay
Autonomy of good will answers only to
The essential nature of reality
The rallying call of all selves to
Destroy the heaven inspired
Expires before maturation
I love the rain, do you?

Deceptive appearance of myth
Repudiation
Creates a stir in the agency of causation
A is red so A is this
Is as titivating as Mara can make it
I shall not yield to the
Spruced up
I am loyal to Deathcore
As a necessary and contingent being


What must be true
Stems from the truth of what must be
What must be
Is logical as mustard
Must be
Otherwise what are grains of mustard for?
To feed the bard
For a bard must be

A remarkable mind once asked
How many continuous points in a line
How many continuous emotions in one love
His eminence was wrong
Infinity is within the grasp of reason
Our elegant mode of exhaustion is the key
To the puzzling notion of
Being as Deathcore

and on it goes....