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Greek rhyme: MYTH HUMMUS

Myth hummus
All of these
Socrates loving,
Ancient stone rubbing
Iconoclasts with
Plastic wraps around
The burgers they
Lavishly salvage
While they pass
Through the mountain
Of philosophical
Past,
Have managed to
Upset those grounds
Such that archeologists
Are mislead.
As the sign reads,
They said that
The Ancient Agora
Where Socrates
Bred on the troubles
Of men and ethics
And crap,
Is down by the
Temple which
Stands at the stem
Of this beautiful gem.
Yet my insides
Tell me that
History failed me,
And really,
The peoples
Of modern times
Have derailed me.

Follow the trail
Of self-employed,
Lyrical deception,
And you’ll sail into
The mystery of history.
Just note that our
Paths are unclear.
It seems, that
Concoction of Plato,
Socrates, the Great Ol’,
The artist’s sacred halo,
Pondered on peace,
Greed and envy
Right up here –
Between sunlit rocks
And ants crawling
In the atmosphere.
The steep, sleepy
Hills of green in
The shadow of the
Trees they breathe,
Just above the temple
That was built by the
Hands that Plato heeded;
In nature was the force
He needed to see this
Force is all we be.
World’s wisdom
Living with us,
Right and wrong
Hidden in songs
From that day on,
Sung by nymphs
And professional
Hymnists from the gym.
Those big ones,
With fire from their cracks.
And a fantasy is
Blamed for our troubles…


Romantic intermezzo: LOVE ACCORDING TO PLATO

Love according to Plato
Love is this marvelous circle
With stars running along its periphery.
Cubes or squares in its corners,
And triangular shaped heptagons
Running from diamond to diamond.
The radius is made of pyramids,
While pentagons its diameter.
Slanted quadrilaterals make up
The surface of its digonic nature,
As the outskirts of the first floor
Are filled with lunar ellipses
And Salinonian crescents –
Against a backdrop of floweresque
Deltoids and asteroids.
Its most recent developments shine
Between the trapeziums and rhomboids
Of the tomahawks that form
The before-mentioned diamonds,
Left of the peripheral centre –
The local yet oh, so equilateral
Penrose tiles.
To the right are extended the obtuse
Tetrachords, while the second,
Third and seventh floor of its
Nonagonal chambers are lit by
The hexagrammoid complexity of
Sir Arbelos and Madam Circumcircle.
All in all, and keeping in mind
Madam Circumcircle’s stepsisters
Bankoff and Nine-point, love can
Be summarized in one word
As (deltoidally) hexecontahedronic.
Although one ought to
Remember the infinity,
Inscrutability of its nature as such.


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