Scott A. Kass

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These runes had once with magick spirits glowed, By elder wills fine-woven, by the light Of fire whose power on the page bestowed, Enchanting with an old, transcendant might That never may recover; lost and far, Our words, that summoned wonders out of ink, Lie dim, left of that ancient avatar Whose spectre sooner fades the less we think; Conniving trick upon the unversed mind! -- To deconstruct the scaffolding of thought, And leave its pieces purposely behind, So may a formless frame instead be wrought; How simpler to good workmen disemploy, Than bid create with tools made to destroy.

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My life has become very structured as it must revolve around work. It's half-good and half-bad, as I think without structure, I felt the compulsion to write more. Even my free time doesn't feel enough, but I'll still try to post new work when I can.

A day, wherein may wrestle rough the means Of livelihood -- the peaceful breath of Time Can offer not. The Muse's painted scenes Ensorcels nought to calculate in rhyme; The Poet lays a husk, in shame and doubt. Though, how can that mind's heart, the romanced soul, Deny those sounding words it dreams about, For only that his hours no more be whole? This magic we of singing verse do crave -- So harshly nullified, for must we know Our thought cannot be sole a willing slave To manifest our inborn music's flow; Must compromise we, severing the link Which anchors song in sorcery of ink?

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Unending, steady rain of Time, we feel Thy ceaseless pour when peeking from our eaves, Constructed to some consolation steal From thine immensity; we timid thieves Our solace measure out of flimsy board, Whose grain yet darkens 'neath thy constancy; The schoolhouse, office, nor the home may ward From rule of thine immortal sovereignty; These meager institutions, from thy law Doth promise shelter, though, invite thee still To trickle, flow, then flood through human flaw That moves us to defy a greater will, Until, at last, their remnants wash away, And thou reclaim thy station we betray.

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No worries! I'm glad you got it at all. Thanks again!

Sorry for the lack of posts lately. Work is consuming a lot of my time and energy. Though, I'm trying to make room for writing. Thank you for putting up with me!

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Oh, thank you so much for picking it up! I really hope you enjoy it. Out of curiosity, can I ask which platform you got it from?

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Behold a wave upon the open sea: The wind, whose cloak of whim sweeps one to more, Without a wish, by Love's proclivity, To favor any fated to the shore; Nor may his queen, who tasks his errant chore -- The Moon -- across their near-Infinity, With gentle touch, glides countless fingers o'er, No greater grace to those she blessed before; Nature's transient sculptures, by the oar, Beneath the prow, thou shatter willingly, As frenzied plans of Men doth sunder thee In scrambling hope our equal doom to flee, By fear demented, pushing to ignore A fortune thou accept so passively.

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There be no purpose in the sea, Its foaming tides But out of habit reach, To feign a living entity In it resides, Beside the barren beach. And, down the coast, her lacquered lace The Sun may shed, Undressing for the night, But weary in her passing grace; Unwarranted, Nor patterned lays her light. The palms dote o'er no nursery Of grasses short, Who Sunward eager strain, Nor beds their anniversary, With soft support, The silt, as pillow-grain. Assign we that the careless cloud A spirit fills, Who on some voyage sails, And gazes glad upon a crowd Of daffodils, In dance through gusty vales. Above, the Stars, estranged of flame That lit their birth, But drift, as wicks forgot On shoreless waters, where doth claim Some flimsy worth By human fancies wrought.

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I'll be posting work here occasionally, but not at the forced frequency as before.

"Ode on Purpose"

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I feel like this is more of that neurodivergent experience speaking here; I definitely relate.

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I'm severely burnt out and anxious, so I'm taking a break from posting. Writing how I do takes a tremendous effort, and I can't keep up with the inherent demands of social media. For what it's worth, thank you for reading my work.

www.scottandrewkass.com - My little book of poetry

I read his sorrow, journeys of the man Of twists and turns -- that figure, whose travail Through boundless seas, their churning throes and gale, Ensorcelled by the deathless gods' cruel plan, Led all his steadfast crew, their broad, blue ships, Beyond the mortal reckoning, where tide Laps on unworldly shores, where beings bide, Who met them with such strange apocalypse; Engulfed alive, those men escaped from war; And others, shifted from accustomed flesh; Yet more, succumbed to whirling ocean's thresh; His brothers torn, until no anguish more Could hold his hero's heart; though I abide No mythic woes, I feel our fates collide.

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Reading through The Odyssey.

O Spirits of electric sound, Intruders on the mortal plane, Who fly from buzzing nests abound That steal the place of sun-lit pane; As flocks of Hell, on tireless wings Whose webs are scripted of deceit That spread in fiery conjurings With each relentless, rapid beat; Whose leath'ry canvas blows a gale, Sulfurous, stale, that stunts the mind Confounding its machines to fail, What plans of Nature there designed – Assault us nevermore! Begone, Your wicked images instilled That rob of Man his mortal throne, Condemn his deathless dreams be killed: The humble urge of wondering, To puzzle out his realm and role, Relinquish, in his pondering, To the unknown, his living soul. What majesty, from vantage low, To gaze upon the wheeling Sky, And cower not, for nought we know; Wherefore may we disdain to die? You draw him with portents mislaid, Seducing supplicant! Your wiles His noble faculties pervade, His fleeting breath with doom beguiles. Your blaring bursts upon the heart That once in peace and plainly dwelt, Inciting us instead to chart Our years before they have been felt.

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Writing poetry is an excellent use of your time! Also, please check my DM.

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I grasp the jagged holds upon the face Of that same mountain had I clomb before, By weather beaten, driven by disgrace Instilled myself, the oath I grudging swore To claim the summit; like the creasèd cloak Of some great daemon, shunning my travail, Yet caring not his anger to invoke; At last, as I ascend, sputt'ring and frail, Some glimmer at its base distracts me so To guide my way back down, and thus I move, With steps arrested in a thoughtless flow To catch with ease upon each measured groove, Until I stand again beneath my goal That beckons me commit my wayward soul.

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Thank you. I looked up at the few visible stars one night while away for the holiday, and I was reminded of how light pollution makes us see the sky so much differently than people did ages ago. Aspects of the modern world take away the magic.