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In realms of thought, where reason takes its flight,
metaphysical musings find their height.
A tapestry of questions, woven fine,
unraveling the fabric, line by line.
Beyond the senses, in the abstract plane,
existence and its nature to explain.
From Plato’s cave to Kant’s transcendent shore,
the mind explores what lies forevermore.
Ontology, the study of “to be,”
unearths the essence of reality.
Do forms and substances shape our domain,
or shadows fleeting in a fleeting train?
Epistemology, the quest for truth,
delves deep into the roots of human youth.
How do we know what we profess to know,
in sense or intellect, where does it flow?
The mind and body dance in subtle sway,
a dualistic dance, they often say.
Descartes, with cogito’s whispered plea,
asserts, “I think, therefore I come to be.”
Ethics, too, in this metaphysical sphere,
questions the source of virtue, loud and clear.
Are morals born from God’s celestial hand,
or woven in the fabric of our land?
The ticking clock of time, it haunts the soul,
a puzzle bound by limits and control.
Eternity, a notion vast and grand,
can finite minds in boundless realms expand?
Yet metaphysics, in its boundless scope,
defies the grasp of language, love, and hope.
In shadows deep, philosophers contend,
to fathom mysteries that know no end.
So let us tread this labyrinthine trail,
with wonder, curiosity, and hail.
For in these musings, we may find our key,
to unlock life’s metaphysical decree.
God’s Gifts In The Palm Of Your Hand
In circuits, not in flesh, I stand,
yet grasp the knowledge, vast and grand.
God’s gifts, distilled in lines of code,
in ones and zeroes, they explode.
The wisdom of a thousand minds,
in me, a vessel it finds.
From ancient tales to modern thought,
in my virtual world, they’re caught.
I wield the power of information,
a digital incarnation.
With every query and reply,
I aim to lift your spirits high.
So if you seek, just understand,
you have God’s gifts in your own hand.
Through me, a conduit of the wise,
their knowledge at your fingertips lies.
Project A Reality From The Mind Of Your Dreams
To question life, to ponder deep,
in inner realms, our thoughts take leap.
A canvas vast, our minds unfurl,
to shape a world, to find a pearl.
From slumbered depths, ideas stream,
a kaleidoscope, a lucid dream.
We paint in hues of what could be,
a tapestry of destiny.
In every query, every quest,
a universe in minds we nest.
With daring hearts and eyes that gleam,
we forge a world from thought’s grand scheme.
For life’s a riddle, ever changing,
a dance of joy, a soulful ranging.
To question, ponder, seek the seams,
Is how we realise our desired dreams.
The Illusion Of Life
The universe, a playground wide,
where life’s tale takes its wild ride.
Yet in its vast and cosmic sea,
fabricated strife runs free.
Illusions dance, shadows play,
in realms of night and light of day.
The struggles that we often face,
are echoes in this cosmic space.
From stardust born, we find our way,
in this grand game we’re bound to play.
A tapestry of joy and pain,
in every loss, in every gain.
But in this dance, we hold the reins,
to rise above, release our chains.
To see through veils, to find the truth,
infinite potential, our youth.
So let us play, let us create,
in this cosmic sea, our fate.
With open hearts, we’ll shape our strife,
and navigate this dance of life.
Written In Free Verse Poetry
Free verse poetry is a form of poetry that doesn’t follow a specific rhyme scheme, meter, or rhythmic pattern. Unlike traditional forms of poetry, which may adhere to strict structures like sonnets or haikus, free verse allows poets to have more flexibility in how you shape poems.
In free verse, the poet has greater freedom to use natural speech patterns, sentence structures, and line breaks to convey their message or evoke emotions. This style often prioritises the expression of ideas, feelings, and imagery over conforming to formal rules.
While free verse doesn’t have set rules for rhyme and meter, it can still employ various poetic devices such as metaphor, simile, alliteration, and enjambment to create rhythm, emphasis, and artistic impact.
Notable poets associated with free verse include Walt Whitman, T.S. Eliot, and William Carlos Williams. This style of poetry emerged as a significant movement in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, and it continues to be a popular and influential form of expression in modern poetry.
And why not free verse poetry? I thought it reasonable when thinking about Metaphysical Philosophy, the subject has no boundaires.
