Deeper Into Meanings: A Look Into the Heart of Things

By Napoleon Nalcot

If you’re wondering why you have stumbled upon this book; it’s because you’re destined to read it. This will introduce you to the songs, sonnets, and obscure poems of Napoleon Nalcot, as he tries to unify the metered verses against the free-flowing, which has become a whole new world of what he can weave as poetry, and for what he can gather all the way with sharp observations. It is to simply create a beauty (the way he sees it and in his own words) from both (the metered and free-flowing), once again discovered, and to tell about the story it has compelled him to imagine. What he scribbles in this book is actually a call to creative dissonance, by which we have to change gear of our mindsets to be able to contemplate through his subjects, of what is going to unfold out of such rich tendencies suddenly becoming ripe for the picking for what he can translate into words. So take a deep breath, relax. Allow yourself to be wherever the reading may take you. And for as long as you’re willing to be enmeshed with enigmas, deciphering, only to be mixed up with rhymes and reasons, every minute of your time spent knowing why is all worth it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Napoleon Nalcot
• Release date: Oct 24, 2021

Book preview

The Cluttered Neon

Dissecting a gaze

like something you found quite unexpectedly

in the puzzled

entrance towards

a heavy sky

of permanent orange

of spaces and time

the framed photograph

that hanged

in depth and dimension

The wall

that divides

unfathomable windows

the dim in the wake

of keen observing

released with false brightness.

I will come again

to keep an eye

the copy

of what

I’m gonna

capture

In this gap

that connects.

I Looked Up and Saw A Cloud

I looked up and saw a cloud

On one fine summer day;

And heaven's like 'twas being plowed

Kept plowing me away.

Within the glint of stalky stares

A wonder leaked from sight;

Now Truth came thrusting like spears

Kept piercing me all right.

It was revealed somewhat a tale

That life was all a trip;

Like clouds we wandered long and still

Upon the sky so deep.

There's seeing more and more beyond

What human eyes can view;

But clouds now fade I waved a hand

Saying, adieu, adieu!

False Alarm

Everyone at 360 degrees bent for reflex.

Diameter: 143.5 mm.

So this was why the rounder it gets, the more it

Morphed into a sleek of dark oceans

Like a perfect dose of buoyancy

Someone’s plotting circumference.

There we scout some vistas, clockwise

And in a graceful turn

Twice the stabilized

Virtually opposite

Of the same

Imagery of space and fluidity

As long as it occupies

A horizon of focus

360 degrees

Point blank

12345

Easing off to the boundaries

Of prying into—

I Keep Seeking for What I Cannot Find

I keep seeking for what I cannot find

Along the way, on the trail, everywhere

For what would satisfy my restless mind—

There’s so much more of what I had to care.

Would it be finding more than my own tale?

Would it be desperately chasing it?

Or would it be something against my will?

The fact that I’m never losing a bit

If I found, for myself, a precious gem.

The quickest way to find out is for me

To wander into the crowd of what seems

Like a universe of my own—so free.

No matter how I truly found the thing,

But I would always have something to bring.

Ode to the Ephemeral

Traversing the expanse that divides us

I have waited long enough on the length

Of what is to be seen across

Like it was wrong to avoid, and

Reason, and worry, grinned.

What lingers on and winds away I don’t care again

To bother with a knowing look:

Things will never change, changed,

Leaning into what’s keeping them

Completely lost to time

Forgetting what you can still remember

And remembering what you deeply forgot.

But rather than guessing, I’m begging you not to try

And it has just began, you can always stay

And wonder if you knew.

I Must As Flowers Please Your Eyes

I must as flowers please your eyes

When all the gloom a day has brought

The colors speak of lullabies

And fragrance sparks a lovely thought

When all the gloom a day has brought

I have a flower within me

A flower you alone could see

And grows where it was