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Logical nonsense


 

The logical possibility to jump over the moon,

make sense when considered its cheese eaten with a spoon.

The same cheese became famous by Mozart composing Cinderella,

melted in on bread called Mozzarella.

The milks fat has its meaning by matter of form,

as one can pull it gently in its use to be torn.

The essence of man by Plato is conceptual confusion,

Aristotle’s answer was the rational animal conclusion.

The death is one of two things and metaphysical,

hypothetic nature in grammarless forms of being radical.

Abstract concepts to the point of phrase,

indefinable logic to stay confused in philosophical pace.

Nothing divided by nothing to multiply the zero,

trading and selling golden mirrors portraying the hero.

The hypnotic ability of linear verbal communication,

overwritten melodrama and its cultured sensation.

Caffeine clicking clocks in commercial wars,

to safe the astounding audience aspiration from taws.

Intensified intuitive balloons matching the color of the eye,

illustrative animated slices with the cherry on top pie.

Vulnerable velocity by vanity loosing lips largely,

absurdity with distinction established ambiguity fiercely.

Falsity and truth before sense and nonsense,

thinking one knows what is not known in essence.

Philosophical poetry may be with or without rhyme,

but it is never without reasons of confession in time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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https://robertrittel.blogspot.com Living virtualistic through myself. The road I wanted to follow choose me and I can see the cosmos to know itself. I remember only moments where my actions manifested the belief of my passion, choosing my next universe through what I have learned in this one. My fears got lost in dreams, sensing what needed to be done with no thinking. I believe in fairy tales, especially with dragons and how to tame them. I do not need any strange faith to worship that celestial brilliance. Dismissing everything what insults my soul and faithful in those small things, because it is in them where our strength is.

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