We are many many clueless breeds.
Impose freely our whatever creeds.
Unnatural, there is no such no thing.
Save in our minds and their meanings.
Still
The lone watch-maker
Kept at it in his dingy lair
Irrespective.
Because
His greatness belonged to future,
Of him his present was doggedly unsure.
But they easily assumed
That only a mortal woman had begot
This mortal hero.
Needless,
He needed faith from us.
Courage he had much,
Poverty even more.
Price for freedom sure !
Sad.
Well,
That is the life in the dark,
Chained to the pet soul's pet little barks.
Easy for the soul to be latent
And call, when the lottery of talent
is never exactly won. Practice,
Still virtuosity is a slim slice
Failure most of the delicious pie.
Why,
The watch-maker still answered
When - I presume - the soul called.
For expression is a necessity.
And necessity begets famously
Invention.
Intellect
His iron grace, he wielded giftedly.
Forged invented natural promontory.
Where he stood singly.
We joined him of course.
Impose freely our whatever creeds.
Unnatural, there is no such no thing.
Save in our minds and their meanings.
Still
The lone watch-maker
Kept at it in his dingy lair
Irrespective.
Because
His greatness belonged to future,
Of him his present was doggedly unsure.
But they easily assumed
That only a mortal woman had begot
This mortal hero.
Needless,
He needed faith from us.
Courage he had much,
Poverty even more.
Price for freedom sure !
Sad.
Well,
That is the life in the dark,
Chained to the pet soul's pet little barks.
Easy for the soul to be latent
And call, when the lottery of talent
is never exactly won. Practice,
Still virtuosity is a slim slice
Failure most of the delicious pie.
Why,
The watch-maker still answered
When - I presume - the soul called.
For expression is a necessity.
And necessity begets famously
Invention.
Intellect
His iron grace, he wielded giftedly.
Forged invented natural promontory.
Where he stood singly.
We joined him of course.
In due time.
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Dedicated to John Harrison, the inventor of chronometer.
(PS on 11/jul/14 : Nikolai Tesla was another true genius. C. L. Henley also is in the same brand of men.)
Poem about intellect
How the most creative people have no natural place in the present society
They work for a society in the future.
Yet they need validation. Spend their life in relative poverty(as a price for
freedom) and the courage required to bear it and public shadow.
Yet their intellect is the way they can express themselves when natural talent
is not their forte and however much practice and there's a slim chance of virtuosity
And a big chance of statistical failure. Lucky are those who are creative, dexterous
and explorers like Da Vinci(?)
Hence, they create a place of their own by inventing knowledge for themselves
and, as a corollary, for the whole race.
