Title of this poem is “Where “I” Equals Infinity.” I being for the roman number one and also meaning I, as in the individual in English, or “I” which stands for Interest in accounting if you want to stretch it out that far. The purpose is that no matter what, this author is one with the person he writes of and at the same time, he is alone. If Death and Taxes where the two things sure in life, this poem speaks of the most malice tax, an immortal tax beyond death, which are the lies of his loved one. Almost humorous in the words, it also realizes the weight of the harshness he must face that in his words and child exists this immortal tax, the lies she has told him and the world. Believe it or not, this is a love poem, for he immortalizes a character of his loved one, whom he refers to as his love by suggesting that this poem he is challenging all “Lover’s Rhymes”. The way her thoughts infect him annoys him, and he realizes he is powerless, effecting his ego and personal well being, submitting him to do the only one thing he can, write of it, and immortalize her for the very thing he hates about the one he loves.

 

Where “I” Equals Infinity

 

If I could write the malice of your eyes,

Like rings of a tree from the dinosaur times,

I could count the many million lies,

That would challenge any lover’s rhymes,

Back to the time the devil fell,

Back before there was even hell,

Shakespeare himself would say this poet fibs,

For I write of a time before Adam’s ribs,

Before even an animal or man was pure,

But lingered a black thought in space for sure,

Unearthly darkness untouched by light,

That fills my head with your words at night,

In a child’s eye who believes your words are nice,

And in my rhymes your skill is immortalized twice,

Guaranteed to tell the shame of this antiquity,

That taxes my life of a peaceful equity.

 

Written By Ryan Gibson,

December 14 2007.

 

EDITTED< SAME DAY >

Where “I” Equals Infinity

 

If I could write the malice of your eyes,

Like rings of a tree from the dinosaur times,

I could count the many million lies,

That would challenge any lover’s rhymes,

Back to the time the devil fell,

Back before there was even hell,

Shakespeare himself would say this poet fibs,

For I write of a time before Adam’s ribs,

Before even an animal or man was pure,

But lingered a black thought in space for sure,

Unearthly darkness untouched by light,

That fills my head with your voice at night,

In our child’s eye who believes your words are nice,

And in my rhymes your skill is immortalized twice,

Guaranteed to tell the shame of this antiquity,

That taxes my life of a peaceful equity.

 

Written By Ryan Gibson,

December 14 2007.

Title of this poem is “Where “I” Equals Infinity.” I being for the roman number one and also meaning I, as in the individual in English, or “I” which stands for Interest in accounting if you want to stretch it out that far. The purpose is that no matter what, this author is one with the person he writes of and at the same time, he is alone. If Death and Taxes where the two things sure in life, this poem speaks of the most malice tax, an immortal tax beyond death, which are the lies of his loved one. Almost humorous in the words, it also realizes the weight of the harshness he must face that in his words and child exists this immortal tax, the lies she has told him and the world. Believe it or not, this is a love poem, for he immortalizes a character of his loved one, whom he refers to as his love by suggesting that with this poem he is challenging all “Lover’s Rhymes”. The way her thoughts infect him annoys him, and he realizes he is powerless, effecting his ego and personal well being, submitting him to do the only one thing he can, write of it, and immortalize her for the very thing he hates about the one he loves.

In addition, the poet suggests that he has proof of her lies, in that of a child and in his words. Rather than this being a procreation poem, where the poet would speak of”needing” a child to prove the beauty of his love as is traditional in many love poems, the poet suggests the child exists and embodies the very nature and fiber of these lies in the words the child believes, possibly passed on by the child, but definately immortalized in his words.

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