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Details | Verse | |

Who Am I

I am the ring around Saturn
spinning words as particles of ice and dust
with the power to transcend

I am the original chosen to be right here right now
transmitting verbal frequencies 
through speaking my thoughts into existence

I am the heir of omnipotence,
born with a direct connection to profound abundance 
The one whose words will age, yet still have substance;
since there are no boundaries attached to my pen

I am constant energy
Translating personal experience into imagery 
Vulnerable to tyranny,
yet i continue attempting to share some truth
through this abstract language of poetry

I am the core
I am that I am more
I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards

I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue
That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness
and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew
I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time;
the love you feel when you realize how it feels

I am the poem that is abstractly direct
because I write beyond limits
absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz
through meditation for several minutes
I am the one bridging the gap between
the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit
The one who is love
because I am a descendent  of it

I am the rhythm that the wind blows
I am the beginning and the ending of stories told
about the universe and how miracles unfold
I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that
Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me
Judge that

I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right
So I continue meeting the different parts of me
when I meditate and write
Who am I?
I AM, THAT, I AM



Details | Free verse | |

I'm Your King

A burst of white light gamma rays, overbearing a flash of brilliance burns through to my soul everything is like hell the world starts to melt in the blink of an eye just the cold blackness of night I don't care if I am not again what I once was, for at this moment I am greater now than ever before I took the path between teetering, tight roping walking right up to my right divined in my unholy state I thought I told you I am your king still you sit there, hesitating I know you hate me what does that mean? I hate just about everything still I'm chosen I did not wish before now bow down to me refuse me no more for I shall always be your demon until you accept me as your King. I don't even know you though you say we used to be best of friends, you and me the day you ditched me I remember now exactly how it played out back when we were just tiny things even back then I still was King you thought me stupid just a ruse I would laugh inside, you see? not one of you single, mean people ever even knew me in a world, mostly seen to me that is why only I can be your true King and bring forth a new source of light everlasting. As two worlds collide slowly aligned one wrapped in shadows one bathed in white evils swirling in the clouds above I'll always be the king you love to hate or despise as in your blood I thought I told you, I am the one I am the way, the way out shall be shown breathe in my spirit as it carries you away breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough higher than you've ever dreamed of for I am king now, and your in my hell your in my imagination, I'll just never tell you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now if you try and see you were always found the most shared in the light cast upon me the last bright star in heaven. Denounce my name, if you may One year later, still not afraid A black sheep, a darkened spade That's just life, I'm not right I'm in the wrong, follow along Like a piper, I'll pitch a song Mesmerized, the weak wills sing I thought he told you, he's still our king.


Details | Haiku | |

Silence

Silence can deceive                                        
One's quiet to understand
Another to destroy


Details | Blank verse | |

Divine Splendor

I found it in the heaven's
In the sun and moon and sky and stars above
I found it in the clouds
And in the colors of the rainbow
I found it in the forest serene
In the majestic mountains and in the desert plain
I found it in the flowing rivers and ocean's shore
I found it in the flowering bud
And in the array of floral and fauna colors
I found it in the butterfly and song birds
In the raindrops and the snowflakes
I found God's handiwork in nature
I only had to open my eyes
To look upon this divine splendor
On this planet  called Earth


Details | Haiku | |

' Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

           Understanding A
       Metaphysical Moment …
       … Nature’s Mysteries



                 This Haiku is for:
       The Haiku Master ‘Raul’ Moreno
Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire’ (smile))

                        MoonBee


Details | Verse | |

Mind and Sound

Only light can penetrate the 
darkness
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
through
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 
time 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
energy
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
existence, 
I've owned the power of 
omnificence 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
descendant 
Created in the image of a 
thought
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
sleep
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
beyond;
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
core
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
-  
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
Listen!! 
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
checked
the universe will correspond 
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source 




Details | Free verse | |

Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013


Details | Ballad | |

What constitutes a shoe?

What constitutes a shoe? 
The leather bound tongues of
inglorious pomp,
ambling midst the glades…
 
pugilistic caffeine panders 
solely to the soul,
ergonomically agile, 
bar the finest detail…

eye-lashed straps 
entrenched in the name, 
toiling syllabic misnomers, 
shorn against the scornful 
blood of erstwhile colonialism,
perpetually in memorandum…

  


Details | Haiku | |

Primate on a Limb

Blissful he appears
Enjoys nature’s habitat --
Survival instinct

We have missed something
Only man kills for greed, sport --
We are devolving



*Entry for John Freeman's "Natural and Beyond" contest (Haiku first, then Senryu)


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #352 / Oh stars, even stars

Oh stars, even stars! Even the suns
whose undying light breathes life into all
countless mortal creatures across the universe,
whose sisters are their gods, whose risings set their clocks,
whose settings set ablaze the fire in their lovers’ eyes,
even they, even they are consumed
in the heartless Void!


Details | Free verse | |

Pluto

Oh son of Saturn
still holding true
to your father's law
of limitation.

Will Neptune capture you
as Triton?

Expose your simian line!
Celebrate your difference!
Embrace your darkness!

For only in its depth
will the seed of any living thing
become fertile.

Yet you hide behind
a distorted window
of frozen atmosphere.

Still, the truth is revealed
in your eccentric orbit;
in your rebellious rotation.

But until you find courage,
until you take solitude,
until Charon views the fullness
of your unmasked face,

Who will pay his fee?
Who will journey Styx?


Details | Personification | |

Conium


With airy moves the thinker tried to gulp
one more full glass of the potent liquor,
'das zould bee iit', he said, in English calque,
'afta zis bottle I'll be a quitter'.

His mind analyzed why Socrates drunk,
instead of this pure nectar, conium,
He started writing knowing he would flunk,
and his pen's gems would be zirconium.

He drunk and gargled the eighty proof gold,
in his blurred vision Philipp Lenard laughed,
and Karl Max Plank's postulate did unfold
quantized integration calculus' craft.

He wondered if the philosopher's norm
that electromagnetic energy,
could solely emit in quantized form,
was the discovery of last century.

(You know in zis vorld ze gut schnapps is rare,
like slivovitz und aquavit und kirsch),
he read somewhere from drinks to be aware,
- 'Chain nuclear reactions' book of Frisch,

Outraged he saw the drink's surface descend,
with airy moves he called the liquor store,
Maxwell's equations started to blend,
through electrodynamics slept with snore.

© 02-09-2013, G. V., All Rights Reserved
(rhyme)
(a poem against excessive alcohol consumption)

Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest: Personifying Science
Placement: 3rd


Details | Haiku | |

Dyaus' Rainbow Palette

Hues and crests from God

   Both a promise, and blessing-

       Only seen in spring.


Striking features true

  In minds of religious view-

        Punish the wicked.


Noah, only knew

   Covenant, words from his lips-

      Spoke to all beings.


All animals joined

   With some of Noah's own kin-

      Is that not a sin?


My view subjective
    
   *Dyaus' palette effective-

     Poet's perspective.




      

      

 * Dyaus- A god of the sky    
   


Details | ABC | |

----------------------- Zenith's Blizzard------------------------


Alignments Boldly Cultivating Dimensional Effervescence, Familiar Grey Highlights, Illuminating Joyful Kingdom, Luxurious Mecca, Nimbus Orbs Penetrating Quixotic, Revealing Snowflakes Tranquil, Universal Vantage, Winter Xanadu, Yielding  Zenith  




~~~Entry for Yasmin Khan
~~~~Contest Name: SNOW
~~~~~~ABC Form  (nature)


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Main Matrix

So, if a matrix is a body substance, in which all cells are embedded?
Then can I not spiritually say that the body of Christ is also a matrix?
Well, is it safe to assume or safer to not assume the differences in such?

If I have a World Wide Web with many matrixes, there must be a main.
How does one achieve the main matrix without a conversion of all matrixes?
Each living breathing organism has a matrix, but what supplies this?
 
Seems how all bodies have cells embedded in a matrix,
Is it not safe to assume that the universe has a matrix?
If so, where is the main universal matrix?
There must be a connection of some sorts,
Nevertheless, what is it and where is it?
Moreover, why has this not been thought of?
 
If the body is the temple of the Lord,
Then He must have a main matrix.
Matrix is Latin for womb.
So in which womb is this matrix?
Only a female has a womb.
There must be one that is required by none.
 
Now let us get even more difficult here.
We have a World Wide Web with many matrixes.
What if the World Wide Web is an individual womb?
It obviously has good and evil in its growth.
Could there have been two that fused by one?
Could there have been a conversion of all matrixes.
Or is there only one main matrix being a female?
 
Let us get back to the body of Christ and His matrix.
Let us even go to your own bodies matrixes.
An enclosure within in which something originates or develops,
This is what lives and breathes inside of you every day, a matrix.
Do we not develop Christ within ourselves, and He our originator?
Is it not safe to assume that we are the body of Christ?
Moreover, that we are of a matrix that has a universal main matrix?
 
 
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

The Mother Of All Planets

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                                           the             universe                    has
                                         physical                                      matter
                                        concentric           sphers                      with
                                       many         planets                                 stars
                                       and                   galaxies                             for
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Though this is a shape poem
it is written in diminished hexaverse lol


Details | Villanelle | |

Total Destruction

<                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                     Will it spin off mantel like head to gawk 
                                     Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                     Floods fires quakes acts from natures own birth
                                     Litterbugs arsonists terrorists balks
                                     Destruction of beautiful mother earth


                                    Illuminate waters that someone hurts
                                    Cleanliness is painted in Godly chalk
                                    Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                    Man woman and even thy smallest mirth
                                    For thy Father in our Heaven will stalk
                                    Destruction of beautiful mother earth

                                   Eagle that soars a wolf howling from girth
                                   Will thy it's freedom ring out thus like the hawk 
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                   Like land before time when man walked
                                   Wonder how forces existed and talked
                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth


Details | Sonnet | |

I Frame

I Frame 

As sure as I stand in the mixed of this garden, 
Glimmering gold falls to the earth by my call. 
Many are great and then some are a bit small. 
I release magnets clutching an obscene pardon. 

It is like balancing a beam that only I will harden. 
I wrap myself into a silver plated resilient shawl. 
Person place and time steadily climb up to maul. 
It’s a give or take rejection expected to turn on. 

One day ye shall see, 
My Moon half drawn, 
Ye see it was all of me. 
Your Sun will be gone. 

Only one Star shall rise up above my name. 
It’s a special place inside my heart I frame! 

®Registered: Ann Rich 2007 



Details | Rhyme | |

Is This a Toll Call

We have hurled to heaven
a polished, golden disk
inscribed with symbols of our race.
And, night and day, we beam
a stream of radio waves to space.
We broadcast, in wide spectrum,
diffuse and scattered signals
from here to where(?).
We also listen, long and hard,
for whatever we may hear.
In our attempts to span the void,
what should we say to humanoid
or other minds that we might find?
Should we speak of rock; of crow of cock?
Of the once-fiery cores of stars -- collapsed
and denser now than densest stone?
Of light that's darker far than any
depth of night; of pulse; of tone?
Shall we speak of hair, and air? Of hints?
Of lava, seeped or spewed from vents?
Of sea-borne or of plains-born zephyrs?
Of hanging plant or swaying palm?
Shall we touch upon the calm
of thin, free ions strewn
through much of soupy space?
Shall we chat of heat and ice;
of energy unleashed? Of spark and flash;
of mean and nice -- of atom, or of Eve?
Shall we speak of cosmos and of bowers?
Of farm? Of flowers? Of yours and ours?
Of nothing? Of zero and of hero?
Of evil and of good?
Shall we talk of hate and haste;
of love; of taste -- below; above;
around? Of iron and of wood?
Or should we stick to lectures on
celestial navigation and our tools?
Can we talk? May we sing?
Will our phones ever ring
providing good connections,
bringing news that, pretensions
all aside, we're not the universe's
only singular and lonely fools.


Details | I do not know? | |

two

water melon in my garden
like the sun and moon
just two… 
”...launcher ready…”
steady my hand
tending the weeds
near a row of beans
a far away land
”...it’s not a good time…”
so I wondered
and thought of when
wars are just plays
staged in the hands
of writers like me…
I’d arm the nations
with radish leaves
squash for bullets
that unload seeds
Peanuts money
on my jelly spread
I’d share the health
giving lettuce, head…
”... is it a good time now?...”
who wants a cow
chickens grown
in crowded pens
suffering blows
in.human.e hands
glitters the water
between the corn
I’d sale on ships
into rosebud shores
and i’d grow my fish
in between the stores
”...I’m god in my garden…”
and I divide the rows
soing what suits me
in tomato groves
and near my basil
I’ll build a school
teaching the mint
just how to be cool
and over hear
the potatoes anchor
on stalks of beer
”...wellcome…”
to chi…
banana central
read booms of cheer
...but they say I’m mental.
lentils 
are sooo good in soup!
my capitals
I declare are true!
I only cook 
When I brew my stew…
and no one regrets
in the garden of Sue.
”...yes piglet…”
I was Just
Making sure of you.


Details | Free verse | |

Human Arrogance

Human Arrogance

How arrogant we humans are
Given a beautiful blue green planet
We rape and destroy it with every generation
Stealing minerals from the planet’s shell
Pouring deadly toxins into every drop of water
Turning the blue skies grey with waste
Overburdening the topsoil until it become wasteland
They kill animals for sport
They kill humans in the quest for land or oil
Human arrogantly desire to save the planet
The planet does not need saving
It will never, ever need saving
Life is, and has been, an minor annoyance to the world
Earth will shake off the parasites the way a dog scratches fleas
In the end the planet may face life as a dead, lifeless ball
Humans, animals, the blue skies all gone
Yet, the planet survives without us


Details | Free verse | |

An unravelling of time

Time
Is a measure of existence
Where we all play our part
Looking back and looking forward
We live so much and imagine so much
Sketching life on our minds and our hearts
Sometimes we break 
And we think we are- Irreparable
But somehow -
We move through time 
Changing and shaping 
This way and that – from darkness to light
Shedding off the old 
Birthing the new into existence – we didn’t know was beyond-Times portals
Here we explore the supernatural world of promise- at the Kings command
We enjoy a Kingdom of priceless worth - it outshines times wrappings 
Time that is slowly unraveling
Being discarded on the pile -
Of a past life.

© Brenda V Northeast 30th August 2012


Details | Narrative | |

Willow's Bluff

An eerie little poem for your enjoyment. 

It's fiction but inspired by a little cave I found this weekend on my woodsy walk ;)
(minus the ghostly whispers!  "OooooOOOO!" heheh) Also a bit of a message in this one. 


Willow's Bluff  (Part 1)
    by Amy Swanson   2.9.2009


The other day I found myself
restless and ill at ease, 
so I thought I'd take a walk
forget my cares in spring's warm breeze.

The forest was so beautiful
and trees, once dead, were turning green
I couldn't help but marvel
at life's mysteries I had seen.

I started on the well worn path
and thought I heard a sound;
it made me jump, I turned to look,
but no one was around.

The sunlight streamed so gloriously
upon my tear stained face
my heart felt light, forgotten cares
just being in this place.

And then it happened once again
I know I heard a noise!
I stopped now, to investigate
This hidden, quiet voice.

I wandered off the walker's trail
into the woods much deeper
I chanced upon a darkened cave
... and the cave's gatekeeper.

A mystical sight to behold
unearthly glowing light
it rose a bit up from the ground
then faded from my sight.

I made my way into the cave
mysteriously dark
and there it was... that voice again...
slowly I embarked

My flashlight shining at full force
was still not bright enough
to counter with this deepening dark
I'd found near Willow's Bluff. 

I heard the eerie whispers now
quite clearly, in my ear
first one, then two, now several more
and though my pioneer

spirit got me into this,
I felt that it was time to flee!
I turned and ran the opposite way
the voices though, were still with me!

I thought I knew the way back out
I tripped my way along
my flashlight flickered one last light
... I found that I was wrong...

somehow my turns had led me
down a path I did not know;
I turned to walk the other way -
but there was no place left to go.



*continue to Part 2*


Details | Monorhyme | |

Travel Free, TROUBLED TRANSIENT

TRAVEL FREE, TROUBLED TRANSIENT...

Lift the gate to roll with swine and the glory of it all
Ride the tide all night, abide by no law and stand tall...
Hitch-hike till' Hell says, "get out n' surf the SUN"
Do it all over Land Rover; don't blink 'till the deed is done
Divide doom by blue tears you stack
Kill the clock boy; time tempts worse than crack
Live the gift reckless, rest (maybe) when you die
Never look back Jack; middle finger to the sky!



*(brace yourself at '12, all hands on deck)


Details | I do not know? | |

Corridors of silence

During the cold empty 
corridors of silence
where mind and thoughts
are free to roam
undisturbed by life's
din and clutter
I am at one with myself
again and in quiet contemplation
alone.

Peter Dome.Copyright.2012.


Details | Narrative | |

Willow's Bluff, part 2

** continued from part 1, please read that one first **



Willow's Bluff  (Part 2)
   by Amy Swanson     2.9.2009


The whispers getting louder now,
my screams rose silently
trying to escape my lips,
my arms now  beating violently!

"Let me go! What do you want!?"
my mind's voice now demanded
of the whispering captors
who somehow held me, stranded.

The pressure of the moment
held me paralyzed with fear.
Oh how I wish I'd stayed away
and never come in here!

Tightening around my chest
and whispers growing still...
my mind was racing frantically,
my body felt a chill.


And then... a human voice... a light...
the sun gentle and warm...
my eyelids fluttered... I awoke,
completely safe from harm.

My husband leaned down close to me
and said "Are you all right?
You took a spill and konked your head,
you gave us all a fright."

Confused, I nodded slowly
and my eyes turned toward the river
the path I'd taken in my dream was there...!
I felt a shiver.

"Yes, yes, of course, I'm doing fine,
don't worry about me.
I'll be right there, you go ahead,
but first, there's something I must see."

I saw the path, still beckoning
it looked as in my dream...
a little further down the way
...the same unsettling theme.

The cave stood eerily in sight,
but I did not venture in.
A million questions to my mind,
this journey from within.

What did it mean? and how
could I explain what I had seen?
I chose to bury it down deep
and call it ... just a dream.

They say that only fools rush in
where angels fear to tread
walking down an unknown path
can lead straight to the dead.

One thing for certain, deep inside
I know this was not fluff -
so if you find an unknown path...
beware of Willow's Bluff.


Details | Free verse | |

The Force

Adding
peculiar
subtracting
never

laws 
of something
(besides physics)

has to
wants to
needs to
improve

velocity 
is present
and that very force
pushes 
the dead weight
forward
until
it can't sit still anymore

because
it has to

it's got to move
or else
it dies


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #317 / Alien civilization

“Are there ruins of an
alien civilization on
the surface of Mars?”
well, yes
if we are the aliens


Details | I do not know? | |

Intergalactic

Away
Far
High
Towards
Trembling
Speeding

Faster than sound
Always out of sight

Here Time is Light
Light is Time

Majesty, Folklore
Science and Fiction

Life, Death passes by

Galileo
Picard
Orwell
Einstein

God the Creator


Details | Free verse | |

The Drone

 You use it every day.
 It is a basic part of life now.
 Maybe it’s the flicker of the radio
 Or the buzz of a computer.
 It is used every day to make our lives simpler and less stressful. 
 Is it really helping us though?
 It does make our life simpler
 But is this a downward spiral into emotionless and effortless life?
 A life where instead of real soldiers with real emotions
 are sent to fight,
 A drone controlled by someone at a computer is used to kill innocent civilians. 
 The drone is emotionless.
 No compassion for other beings and no feeling of guilt or regret.
 This is the future,
 an emotionless drone controlled by someone at a computer. 


Details | Free verse | |

Carrying Imagination

Hardly a day ever goes by
In which creativity fails me;
For my boundless imagination runs free
Never pausing once to ask why
Others here are so constrained
To obey the laws of Reality,
Held captive by what their minds perceive,
Imprisoned by what they think they see.

When I was only a child,
 My skills were a blessing;
For even when I played on my own,
There was no limit to my ideas and dreams.
And I never once felt alone,
Though hours passed without my care
As I created worlds in my head
And played with people who weren't there.

How does blessing become cursed
As time continues to move?
Now my creativity is looked down upon,
When it is not used at the "right time"
As if there was ever a wrong one!
Why are adults expected to stop dreaming
Once they get all of their adult teeth?

But I refuse to stop dreaming.
I would rather live up in the clouds
Where the air is clean and brighter than
The pollution on the ground.
I will take my dreams to work with me;
Science is built on curiosity.
I will show the world that adults can dream
Though they might consider me insane.



Details | Free verse | |

Love Hurts - The Symptoms

Thoughts displaced by rolling palpitations,
From left to right grow these numbing sensations,
A face which spirals down, drooping from smile to frown.

Time hibernates in this moment protracted,
Legs bow and shake to our drama just acted,
Senses into overdrive, does pain show you’re still alive?

Oxygen masks, Coxes’ rowing commands,
Heart beat machines is what love demands,
“You need time to relax”, prescriptions from Quacks,
Is love just a commonplace heart attack?


Details | Lyric | |

FAITH KEEPS US APART

It seems the path Iam on  is changing everyday
the road uncertain just an endless shapeless gray
some would say it would all be clearer if I took up there religion
even with the doubt Iam not scared enough for that decision

I see the faith you placed in one of the many saviors
I lame excuse for the centuries of mad behavior
Iam sure your prophets where the very best of man
but your church and bibles where never in the plan

so every race has a version of there own
stories stolen from the gods of the past spoken out like it was always known
not one of these faiths is open and understanding
they keep others down and your soul churches are demanding

then you history holds no science no enlightenment
dogmatic foolishness written before free government
and every soul that is afraid to die or to ashamed to live
if you stop thinking then heaven is what they give

even now the human mind is found wanting
but reality is intelligence is hard work and life is daunting
if only the concept of good will and love
we understood without some sign from above

if you need the ancient fiction to ease your pain
I respect you and to all other men you should do the same
your saviors were righteous there’s know doubt
in there time they worship but no church was there twist whets its about

there have been many Christ’s since the beginning of man 
the Mayans and Muslim have had tales since they ruled by the roman
dry king ghandi and many more sacrifice there life so others could be free
in my mind that’s what Jesus is what he is supposed to be

even know there some man of great worth he has no money no powerful church
he’s  giving of himself and and loving the lost I dare you to search 
and see the truth were in this together and this is paradise
we are the only keepers of our fate we must realize

I can no longer people pay to pray and talk down to others who dont believe what you say
but Christ himself did not hang with the saved he knew the hopeless so he could see them ok
but times have changed were not ruled by religious empires mad with slavery
we fought for those rights not with one mans good with collective human bravery

a new age is upon us and the true test is coming not one of prophecy
the makers of worlds the stars the cycle of suns chaos of the galaxy
I hope soon we see are only time is now there is no second chance
are race needs to come together  and make a united stance
if faith keeps us apart do we even have the heart



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' Academic-Bright ... '

I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brothers, SunRays
… All-Academic-Bright

My Family of Heaven
My Mother, DawnSky
Father of Celestial Lights              (James 1: 17)
Taught At Universe-High

By Father’s Master-Degree
And Mother’s Alma-Mater
Brother Graduated
Summa-Cum-Laude, Super-Nova

Dine At Dimension-Table
Of Cosmic-Family
Global-Bodies, Glowing-Grace
In Our Galaxy

Our:  Cambridge, Yale, Oxford and Harvard
Are:  Comets, Orbits, and Asteroids
Black-Holes, Pulsars, Waves and Quarks
Red Giants and Red and Snow-White Dwarfs

Enlightened Astronomers, Radiant New Worlds
Time-Continuum, To Unfurl
Outer-Space, Advent-Solar-Systems
And A Big, Blue Jewel, Freed From Cataclysm

Light-Years Away, From Today …
But Still Quenching Thirst, On Milky-Way
and Planetary-Rings and Eclipse
Satellites, and Soaring-Rocket-Ships

Atomics and Evenings-Scholarly
Lectures, On Pure-Energy
To Explore and Expand Brilliantly
‘Diplomas’ … thru Eternity

I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brother, ‘Big’ SunRay
Shone-Academic-Bright ! …


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A Taste Of Honey

Coffee is coffee,
Honey surprise cinnamon,
Delightful at best.


Details | Lyric | |

Forty Six and Two is Descending

Orienting 
A time of pain
Lost in your mind
Playing games
The will of hers
Is strong like his
Soothing like furs
The weakest wills
Without domination
Or scepters gaze
No one will beat sin
Or get past this phase

The few have seen it
The few do know
Majority fails
While shadows glow

Walking the path
Is older now
Then gliding through it
Past Satan’s bow
No one can tell you
What lies past the way
So take back the two 
And conquer those who stay

Though few have seen it
Not many do know
That when majority fails
Our shadows will glow

Pick up the ashes
Retrieve lost tears
Stand up beside us
Let go of your fears
No more wandering
Alone in ourselves
Take back what was once yours
From a life you once dwelled


Details | Narrative | |

entropy of probability

the certain concept of heading into the void
can't help but get me a little annoyed
the assertion that 
"if you're not part of the solution,
you're part of the precipitate"
is one with which I can easily relate
falling out, as it were -
from life's certainty of solution
to devolve into entropic resolution
- is chaotic at best

we are, after all in the best years
of our lives, and the future is bound
to look back to now - and agree
you're waaay prettier than you'll be
a couple of eons or epics from now
just some dust blowing in some Kansas wind
if Kansas is even around in the future then
with you're progeny sayin'
"you haven't been yourself for awhile now"
chances are somewhat improbable that -
you, in fact will never be again

S = k·log W

© Goode Guy 2012-08-06

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ludwig_Boltzmann S = k·log W
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Entropy_(order_and_disorder)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Entropy_(information_theory)


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Untitled #308 / Universal gravitation and the human heart

Oh constant Things! By Newton’s law of universal gravitation,
everything in the universe is attracted to
every other thing. If only the human heart
would obey this simple principle, there would be no need
for heartbreak, for pain, for mortal strife,
for impotent words that fall on no ears that matter.


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if memory is a lie then so am I

Proust searched his brain for memories that 
made the man, could finally understand
that this changed him just by looking;
so he called himself a sentimental realist!

many a prisoner, in walls cast of shadows,
have escaped their fate etched in stone
and bars at Guantanamo, where they
remade themselves in the language of pain -

the poetry of misery or bliss to relive a life
that past has missed, to rekindle themselves 
in the alembic of desire, their inner fire
because of the lie of memory; I am frisson!

oh, yearning moment, oh, swelling into dreams
come of these needful things, where open
skies and open roads and open fields
are little sparks in open places closed inside of me.

when this lightning sings my body moves
with the ghostly touch of numinous grass 
and forgotten fragile flowers, the distant buzz of bee 
and echoing twitter of birds sound again inside of me.

inside of memory is me, thereto is the lie
where holes are filled by imagination, a story I call
myself where fiction and reality are hopelessly 
intertwined, undermining who I thought was me and too, mine.

this albatross of original stimulus, this 
verisimilitude of the incongruous, mutable
impressions which fleeting fly dead-away
fall into the deep error of my earnest loom; memory!

the act of remembering changes me, so a fool I have
become, locked in shadows, staring dumb, I shun this outer lock, sing my songs as they
come from now on, making me in my own image 
                                                      unbecoming, 
                                                            unfettered, 
                                                                 unfinished, 
                                                                        undone ...


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Law

How have I loved    your laws and decrees
and your Sun       in the dawn of the morning
the orders that govern       the universe
and their rulings       the cosmos adorning
 
So finely tuned      a precise instrument
it's crafting       can no journeyman match
construction supreme      no man has surpassed
nor it's equal       can he ever attach
 
You have hidden       their rules and movements
that a man could spend           a lifetime to seek
but the years we're given       have been shorted
and our will            to regulation is weak
 
Its decrees            are woven like fabric
on each writ      does another rely
their sequence                 framed like a template 
against its power       can no man defy
 
Its display               of symmetry  exacting
it's direction          none living can change
through its pursuit          our knowledge deepens
but it's only simile              can we arrange
 
Like flocks             are the stars conducted
as their shepherds            your laws do act 
like the canon of statues             their placement
their governing             by decrees you enact
 
No man                can act as its counselor
or rearrange           its charge and command
for all that's demonstrated            in nature
for all are subject           to what law demands
 
By their study            we learn how to measure
like a child           the paths of all law
to investigate              all time and reasons
of its operation           we can all stand in awe
 
source Psalm 19
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Imagism | |

@#**!MANIAC@#***!!!

I came face to face with a basket case
and yet stayed in place despite wanting to step back a pace.
His eyes glowed with a blue as cold as ice
and i did not move for fear of the price.
I stood my ground not making a sound
 as he did the same not looking around only staring me down.
So i spoke,comming to a choke
and as silence was broke his lips mocked mine as to joke.
No more i stated as i assesed and contemplaited,
nor did he as he patiently waited.
Deciding this was a test,one to be graded,
i set to do my best or leave more jaded.

      (so i spoke yet again to my odd but familiar friend)
 I don't know what your problem might be
as you stand there and stare.
 Trying to look so frightening,
i hope you're aware that i am not scared.
      (His lips yet again repeated the god awful sin)

He mocked sankronizingly every word i had said.
I shouted,don't patronize me and don't try to get in my head!
Yet once again,he mouthed what i had sang.
I sprang with a blow that landed in a bang.
I began to weep at what i discovered through my tears,
for the blood of my knuckles covered a broken mirror.


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The modern day witch

I have seen a woman froth Christianity
and the whites of her eyes flash
when an unassuming inch of doubt
trickles through the cracks of an Evangelical facade
She has no bend, no sway
under Biblical pretenses
and, you know,
It's magick
She flies through the air in the metal belly of a bird,
can even tell you what tomorrow's weather will be
reason enough to burn in America's yesterday
same as any garden variety witch
But airplanes, televisions, and radiowaves
are now household parlour tricks
safely tucked away in
the idolatry of science


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A Noisy Conclusion

There is no such thing as silence
And no place left to be alone.
Our communication highway has become
An inescapable irritating noise
An incessant ringing in one’s ears
No longer just the ticking of a clock
Keeping you awake.

Transmitters hum atop dead trees
Whirling buzzes from electric fans
The grinding of a dirty engine block
And neighbours building their deck
Sawing and hammering away at
Life’s necessities that aren’t really 
Necessary at all.

Sounds that you cannot hear
Are still there all around you
Riding on the waves and surfing
The air in a non-stop chatter
Giving you news, music and weather.

Even where there should be no noise 
Lurking in the dark are low electronic signals
And the sound of your clock radio
Receiving enough energy to 
Remind you its five am
And you’re still awake.

Technology continues in a plethora 
of  beepers, cell phones and laptops
Giving us no escape at all
Where even in the woods 
You can turn it all off and 
Find yourself bumping into
Someone who is also hiding
From the world in a place
You thought there was no one.

Even the last great escape won’t be -
The space program will discover
Water on Mars and send half
Of us there to get away from the noise
Only To discover the incessant hum from
planet Earth keeps them up all night.

Which brings me to one final thought -
Are we alone in the universe?

If only.


Details | Haiku | |

'Moon-Rock... ' (Haiku # 12)

‘ Moon-Rock ’  Haiku # 12

Moon Rock, Craters, Crust
What Does This Terrain Adjust …
“ Earth Was Made For Us ! “


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Forgotten

In the beginning there was peace, joy, and love.
Then came hard times, war and hate.
What is this poor world to do,
when people aren't human anymore?
Computers think for us.
Minds are slowly fading.
Old people are forgotten.
Children are forsaken.
Youth have gone mad.
and for the rest.
There is no rest.


Details | Free verse | |

For Many a Millennia

For many a millennia
man has walked
       on this earth.
During this journey
he has learned much
but not enough
for his appetite.
To feed the hunger
he grows a special
             garden,
a garden filled with
             technology,
each year a bigger crop
is harvested to satisfy
the increasing need
        for knowledge.

For many a millennia
man has mauled
        and scarred
the face of the earth,
        has interrupted
        and disturbed
the workings of nature
with his pollution,
destruction, wars,
tearing down,
and building up --
events of mainly
technological origins.

For many a millennia
man's knowledge has enlarged,
now it's running amok.
If it continues
we will find ourselves
buried in long forgotten
tombs of earthen crust,
from space just holes
        and pot marks
in Terran soil,
on ground level
     vast wastelands
excavated by man
to feed technology,
to build concrete roads
        and buildings,
creating a Heaven for man,
a real hell for Earth,
a planet which millennia ago
was still uncluttered,
        much greener,
        pollution free.
A virgin among the stars
awaiting the then unknown
dawn of technological
                             rape.

1977


Details | Limerick | |

Holy Crap

Na- Nu Na-Nu
greetings earthlings How do you do
I'm captain Zendor from planet Sur Render 
shazbot someone crashed into my spaceship's fender
hit me so hard made me go krap-poo


Details | Rhyme | |

perhaps a balloon

i believe that balloons are free 
even tied to strings 
they rise above me 
i'm pretty sure they want the sun 
and ignore the clouds of everyone 
i might be mistaken 
perhaps not of wit 
but if there's a race to the sky 
i want to be part of it 
perhaps a balloon 
has nothing to lose 
leaving the ground behind 
the problem it seems 
when i let go the string 
it gets to fly. . . i have to climb


Details | I do not know? | |

PARIS ACNE / SIGNATURE OF SIN

 

The acne vulgaris
Was rampant in Paris
From forehead to shin
It erupted all over the skin.

The blooming bachelor,
Living on wine and gin,
Frequented the whore,
And forgot his sin.

Three weeks later,
Developed an atypical ‘canker’
His family doctor
Diagnosed this as a genital chancre.

The Paris-acne is not ‘young man’s pinple’
Its cause is subtle and not so simple!
It’s a blunder of raging hormone,
The signature of a sin, long forgotten!!



Details | Free verse | |

Stasis

It’s quiet in here
Almost completely silent
All I can hear is the dying mechanical hum 
of whatever’s barely keeping me alive

I’m suspended in something
Much like liquid 
but far more restricting

My eyes are burning 
So I keep them closed
And it’s that much less pain I feel

It takes all I have
To reach out and touch the glass
And wonder what’s out there
Wonder what I’m missing

If I’ve got to stay here my entire life
Then what’s the point of....living?


Details | Free verse | |

Fly Agaric

Wandering traveller of the night
Occult creature,
your velvet butterfly tongue leaves thoughts lingering in my mind
as visions of obscured beauty pass before me,
in the shadow of your smile
hypnotic, illuminating
to pluck the thoughts out of the void
like petals from divine lotus
streams of consciousness pool, playing before our shimmering eyes 
in crescent moon lullaby 
melodic rhythm of throbbing life,
spinning illusion
illuminated in violet luster  
revealing truth hidden in images of splendor
every hue brilliantly diffused
in the immensity of an unshattered silence
fragmented bliss,
I sleep, lulled deeply in Morpheus' embrace 
and so I ask you,
if I am a child of the light why do I feel so at home in the dark?
falling tears die delicately
as you told me that
today is the child of yesterday and tomorrow 
innocence, captured peacefully
formed with golden bough.
Strange, twilight child,
lost in your mercurial pleasure
set free my naked soul
shivering, into darkened night
ascending on stairways of delirium
to the orphaned city of stars


Details | Couplet | |

What Did I Ever Do To You

There are many things that are caught by the naked eye
They could be weird or strange or even crazy things that'll make you cry

Think my strangest encounter thus far
Was a little skunk caught in a snare from my car

In underbrush and weeds so high
Heard it's whimpers then saw it's final sigh

Razor edges wrapped around its head
For sure I thought it was dead

As I moved in closer to take a peek
Its hind back arched and sprayed oh how it reeked

Poor little guy I could do nothing for
Except call D.N.R and cry once more

As they placed it in a steel cage
Heard the officer say it was that of young age

When do you think one will learn
Gods creatures did nothing in return






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The New God

They gather in cathedral clinics,
(with virtuoso grin)
scientists in robes of white.
Pretentious keepers of a new race,
their will shall be a will that mimics;
Manipulating the gene pool's base
in halls white-washed of sin,
not as God, but as God might...


Details | Acrostic | |

Equisetum

Every layer amassed vertically on the previous

Quintessentially abdicated from the next’s cornerstone

Upward from yet another illuminated chlorophyll-filled vascular vessel

Inspiring the growth of the next generation

Seemingly taxed at consecutive intervals

Each layer recedes like roman pilasters.

Tolling delicately to not topple the tower 

Umbilical to existence,

Mother of creation is left on top.


Details | I do not know? | |

Holocene

There are times in your life 
when you walk toward the light
by moving out of dark like any mystic


and before the light has gone
it will brand you with a song
a mark that say's your home is globalistic


and again before too long 
your works will soon belong
to the centre of the holocene ballistic


now, the cosmos is the carpet of our soul
the galaxy, the whole of me
the milky way the holocene
the gas that tore abundance from 
the plume of natures pelt


and before the light has gone
it will brand you with a song
a mark that say's your home is globalistic


there are times in your life 
when you walk toward the light
by moving out of dark like any mystic.

©S.Watts









(c)s.watts


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482 trillion miles

My eyes are not what they once were, but
I can see you clearly whooshing from
your mother's womb, sluiced between thighs
the grunts, shouts and cries reverberating

eyes closed, arms slightly waving hello 
or gesticulating indignation awakened
as life begins with cries of disbelief
already the first threshold crossed

suckled to your mother, pretty as she was
cradled into household tradition and politics
you tottered and ran and bruised and grew
your parents doting and snapping pictures

thirty trillion miles out, you tottered to a 
more formal cultivation of ideas and friends
socialization always a hard lesson for some
you had your share of failings and gold stars

then from seemingly nowhere, a smiled soul
appeared before you and kissed your disbelief
like the earlier toddlers first tentative steps
you pulled into gravity's relationship unawares

ignorance doesn't belie love's true desire
and life at the speed of light still shines
as milestones and markers come and go
and marriage's prism splits into all colors

some quarks, apparently from your joining,
burst out into their own space, unknown matters
yet clearly yours...something comes of nothing
what can you add to this creation...the creation

you split like nuclear fission's lost proton 
careened off at around two hundred and ten 
to find black holes of your own to fall into
and come out into alternate universes of life

that new alternate, smoothed around two fifty,
looked unlike the universe you knew and yet
in time you see it's the same space turned
inside out, like a T-shirt, still comfortable

four hundred trillion out you walked away tired 
and retired from all your tangent demanded
somewhere out here the Nebula Amygdala looms
glowing, clouded, radiant with conception

it seems life's friction slows light out here
thoughts travel back, though it's slow going
near the edge of my space, I turn to see you
but my eyes are not what they once were.

© Goode Guy 2011-05-28

482,047,280,601,006 to be more precise


Details | I do not know? | |

Broadcast # 14

The winter turns
completely upside down 
When we go mind to mind
In an elevated round
Of cyber synapse.

Perhaps.


Details | I do not know? | |

Philae

Philae

oh rocky outcrop met
a place to rest my weary gear
a slow flyby, a spot to try
and allay the lonely fears

older now and some weight shed 
a bit of mass for wizened
a bounce, summersault, a slight tumult
now lying on my side and

post out now a Polaroid
pointing toward dark space 
anthropomorphized 
a place in history, 
regarding likelihood
to ever leave this place

photons! give a bit more life but
no matter now, that place assured
to tell the sunny tail and 
rest content to orbit old Sol
let earthlings watch me sail

on solar winds to round around
and back to dark reaches fly
obscurity has its place away in 
anonymity from future's generations
on blue-green globe of peopled race
but for now - I'm the guy
and this is A Grand Day Out*

© goodguysoul 2014-11-13

* http://www.wallaceandgromit.com/films/granddayout/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philae_(spacecraft)


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We Are The Fantasy

When all there is might seem a mess, 
Adrift, far out to sea
When all there is seems somehow less
Than what it ought to be
We cannot know, but we can guess
We are the fantasy.

As planets move within their spheres,
We see their harmony;
Watch birds in flight migrating steer,
In synchronicity;
We choose the truth when it appears
We are the fantasy

The faithful claim what god has made
Cannot be a mistake
And others say the whole charade
Is nothing but a fake
But somehow on the top we’re laid;
The icing on the cake

We measure microscopic things
We cannot even see
We calculate electron spins
With finest accuracy
We fly with ideas spread like wings
We are the fantasy

All that there is, our science consigns
To mass and energy
We order stars to our designs
To snare our destiny
We join the dots; we draw the lines
We are the fantasy.


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Untitled #298 / The cosmic ray-detector

The cosmic ray detector lies
dormant in the corner, as it has remained for half a year
but, ah, cosmic rays still penetrate the walls of our classroom,
just as the morning sun quietly filters in through the door-window,
passing unnoticed through my body at lightspeed


Details | Free verse | |

Oh thou, am I colorless?

Oh thou, am I colorless?
The world is lit.
The light does shine.
As  with my ancestors, freedom shall ring and freedom shall be mine.
The light has burned as a message throughout time.
The light is love and the love so does and so will continue to shine.
The light comprises more than we see with our own eyes.
One must learn with the mind.
Theoretically and scientifically my skin absorbs the light, in practicality, I am colorless?
, but some judge me by the color scale they have came to know.  
How pure is your heart?   Is it gold? 
The whole can be seen as white or light, it too can be colorless. Can two be the same as one? 
Oh thou, where does logic go?
 Those whom seek the understanding of light, seeks the truth for so it holds.
It hasn't changed from centuries ago.  Oh thou, where is Aristotle, Socrates and Plato?
 Let there be no mystery about the light for the day of darkness is when it's extinct.  
The light can and will be seen, for it reaches from shore to shore , from coast to coast,  the light maybe seen from underneath  the heaviest doors,  my light ----- yes,  my light--- is like my  soul.
All are parts of the whole?, Oh thou, where is Aristotle, Socrates and Plato? 
If a circle ends were it begins then what of “Alpha and Omega”? Oh thou, their work remains--- Aristotle, Socrates and Plato. Who are the "Great Thinkers and Philosphers" of today?
 
2008copyright@Carrie Love-Atkins


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Speak my Season

I feel in this moment
every tremble of the Earth.
Every consequence of it’s freedom,
the quakes disaster for moving,
the waves erosion of life,
the devastation of windy captivity-
the scars of light.
I am born,
and I must again die
to be what I am supposed to be.
This carriage is not right,
I fall inside
fold into breaking froths.
I don’t want to be normal,
I want you to be me.
I want to be what’s right,
and for you all to see the pain you cause,
just by being the way
you
are. The ghost is not natural,
death is the reasonable.
Let me live
intended.
Let me let me go.
I just want to be myself.
Let my words breathe your sight,
don't you know the hurt of hiding?

I want to collapse in hail,
swim down mountains
and forget everything I ever knew!
I want to find the one
who will go when it's time,
and come back without reason.
because I am alive
I am not man
made.
I am oxide continuum
and I don't want anything more
than the transitions!


Details | Rhyme | |

The Almighty Atom

Everything including me,
Is made of atoms that came to be,
In the explosion of a star,
Light years away from where we are,
And then these atoms pulled together,
And formed our planet and the British weather,
And eventually, the human brain,
Which despite obsessing about the rain,
Could probe creation using maths,
And work out a theorem in the bath!
So did the atoms somehow decide,
That they alone, could never provide,
Any answers for any questions asked,
So they made an intelligence which could be tasked,
With providing answers as to how,
Atoms came to take their bow?

Tom Higgins 05/07/2012


Details | Haiku | |

' Uni-Verse...' (Haiku # 11)

   ‘ Uni-Verse ’   Haiku  # 11

        Oh, What Universe
What Grand Word, Did God Speak First
     ... Gave Beginning – Birth !


Details | Rhyme | |

The Big Bang

The Big Bang



Universe inside
Nothing, vast, and wide
A massive singularity
Waiting


Every beginning has an end
All stars come from nothing
And eventually return
Waiting


Details | Light Poetry | |

Faith

“I will, ” said my friend, “challenge your faith! ”
   So I looked to the stars for proof.
“No, no, no, that can’t be, ” said my friend.
   “For those were evolved, not created
From supernovas, and black-holes, and big-bangs; 
   Science has explained so! ”
Then I looked at people passing by as proof.
   “No, no, no, that can’t be, ” said my friend.
“For those were evolved, not created.
   For the need to survive, man acquired intelligence; 
For the need to travel fast, man developed limbs.
   Science has said so! ”
“No, no, no, that can’t be, ” said I, 
   “For if man had evolved, 
If for the need to travel fast 
   We would not have had planes
(Which are, by the way, created, not evolved),
   Instead, we’d have had wings! ”


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Impact of Radiation

my knowledge on the
impact  of radiation 
is quite limited

but I do wonder
if radiation would be
in a brand new car

that was produced in
Japan after the earthquake
and the tsunami

if the water has
radiation, would the paint
on the car be safe?

do we realize that
dangerous radiation
impacts the whole world?

do we realize air,
water and nature will not
be safe for mankind?


sadly, inventions
without preparations for
disasters proceed

and mankind welcome
each with great expectations
to increase comfort

until the next time
a tradgedy occurs, and
many lives are lost


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Mind - Meld ... '

“ GOD … How I Appreciate The Complexities ! … “
I Appreciate The Intricate, Just-So, Subtleties
The Intellectual Nuances and Imposed Perfunctories
That Separates Our Minds, From The Minds Of Beasts …

… Oh, The Ingeniousness of Thinking Abilities
This Superconductor of Sanctioned-Sensitivities
Where The Human Mind Can Reach, Celestial-Journeys
Even Beyond Our Mental-Mortal Capacities

Beyond … The Grasp of Dark and Grey Matter
Beyond … A Storage Tank and Brain-Storm Gathered
Beyond … Sweet Alice and A  Mad-Hatter
Beyond … ThunderDome, and What Happens In Latter

Beyond … Neurons and A Neurotic-Mass
Beyond … ‘We’ve Got Some Nerve-Ending’ Synapse
And Just Like There’s More To See, Than What Cameras Snap
There’s More To Our Minds, Than Biology Can Map

How Could One Admire Computer-Technology
And Not Marvel At Our Medula-Oblongata System-logy
Our Minds, Are A Megaplex of Individualities
A Mall of Momentous Ideals and Marble Column Libraries

… We, Are Not Matrix, Nor Mere Routine-Machines
We, Are Not Droids, nor Drones … We Can Live Our Dreams
‘ HE ’ Programmed ‘Choice’ into Us,  And Gave Us Dignities
So, “A Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Waste”, In Stupidities …

We, Are Not Robotic-Puppets, But of Genetic-Construct
… Dust, DNA-Stairway, 3-D, and Divine-Spark-Struck
We Can Be Psychotic, Without Aware-Antibiotics and Self-Destruct
But Note, That A ‘Thought’, Does Not Evolve, Without ‘An Instruct’

( … and Guess What,  Man-Maze … Really, Neither Did Us ! … )

… Oh, How I Appreciate the Concise Design (Like A Human Battery)
Its Purpose, Possibilities and Activities, (even allows this Poetry)
I Appreciate The Connections Affixed in Each of The Holy Spirit-Surgeries  ( Ps. 139: 13-16 )
But Most Of All, I Appreciate Being Made … In YOUR Imagery …                 ( Gen. 1: 26, 27 )


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Existence

Had some lonesome soul not wrecked,
and fortune never let preclude,
to disrupt this butterfly effect,
then, in this world I'd not bedeck.


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The New Era

Welcome,
This is the new era.
Ships stay docked,
And nothing ever changes.

Everyone who passes you on the street,
Doesn't even look you in the face...
Afraid to break away,
But more afraid to stay right here,
As they slowly fade.

Faces have become one,
Because this beauty that we valued so much,
Was unified and all the same,
So when you fall in love with one of us,
You fall in love with all of us.

The buildings speak in whispers,
But the ground screams,
"What have you done?"
Everyone here is now deaf.
Everyone here robotic, if that's what that means.

See, things are not the way they were,
When you were growing up...
Names are not names,
But numbers...
Configure and disfigure.

A slow erosion in the sky,
Domestic disturbance,
Streetlights ablaze,
Radio skyline...
It's just another night.

We do not die...
But we do not live.
We are constant and hollow,
Weak and dismal,
Shallow,
Just where can you hang your head among the dead?

Modern medicine,
We need you so,
But when therapy doesn't come easy,
It does not matter,
When we are only echoes of the past.

Welcome,
This is the new era.
Ships stay docked,
And nothing ever changes.


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Used

Used to look through child’s eyes
Used to stare at star ridden skies
Used to smile at silly sounds
Used to dream of the future’s bounds

Used to play in the thicket of my mind
Used to search for a place to hide
Used to act like story book heroes
Used to count from 100 back to zero

Used to hold my breath till my face was bright red
Used to believe all the words that everyone said
Used to want a big house and brand new car
Used to hope that I could someday set the bar

Used to use my imagination
Used to use that motivation
Now being used by my frustration
Of being used by my own generation

Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
All our resources from bottom to top

Used to sit up all hours of the night
Used to believe that people were alright 
Used to think that we could still pull through
Used to think that everybody knew

Used to have faith in the ‘truth’
Used to see their words as proof
Used to hide these tears I’d cry
Used to hold my head up high

Used to think I had a grasp
Used to disguise myself with a plastic mask
Used to act like there was no problem
Used to hypocritically mock any and all of ‘em

Used to use their aspiration
Used to use their motivation
Now they use their investigation
To bind us to their administration

Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
But when will this mass consumption ever stop?


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WHAT IT MEANS

If I could see you every day
For the rest of my life
I would be so happy
But why should I be
When you no longer seem to feel that way
about me

I’m done with emotion
I’m done with feeling
And it looks like you are too
Judging by the way you’re acting

Every time I find someone perfect for me
I’m reminded they’ll be just out of my reach
No matter who it is
No matter where they are
No matter how very much they mean to me

I’m finally beginning to learn what it means
What this great grand thing we call “life” really means
And I’d rather be on my own all alone
Than bouncing a baby on my knee.


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Exhalted

I saw the Sun and the Moon take a stance in the universe.
And an unknown Star placed over them was put in charge.
The whole entire inhabitants scattered themselves at large.
And all the lands and seas became separated by a diverse.
 
The Sun Shined brightly in the west never to set in a curse.
The Moon gleamed fully bright to the east as the surcharge.
The door had been widely opened and many came by barge.
The stress was great because the world went into a reverse.
 
Fate and destiny was being dished out like a deck of cards.
Skies lit up and the Stars came back out like never before.
And the palm trees took up to the seas like standing guards.
And from this stemmed growth from that one opened door.
 
The Sun and Moon are exalted above and beyond you all,
And so is the Star in charge of those that flaw in its thrall.
 
 
® Registered: Ann Rich 2008


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Mental Affair

I gaze a stalky single-helix cradle,
Squished so in seemingly hydrous blue cover,
Attracts square substantial planes in a bundle.

I embrace now feather's mass helve to ladle
Psychic portraits siphon to it in wander.
My fist fiddles as it scribbles on oodles.

Cuts of a suckling tree, soil, river fondle
Paper, pen, poet in cahoots as lovers
Rupture of a skeptic smug gnostic noodle


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Higgs

the god particle concedes to a universal mass
as predictably, it announces its presence
taking the holy sacrament from under its glass
beliefs from before so consigned obsolescence

we now think we know - no...really, we do
how the universe came to exist, massively being
galaxies of stars, unseen dark matters, us too
giving God a reason to give our lives meaning 

photons and gluons of stuff are Peter's principals
bosons innumerable occupy the same quantum stated
the best minds wraparound said concept so quizzical
but not before a big bang began branches bifurcated

bosons like fermions those particles elementary
that come into existence and are gone in a blink
transcendental though we may think they seem to be
harder to transcend than at last we might think

what are we to learn of ourselves from this tidbit
of long sought actual theoretical enlightenment
can we care more for each other just a tiny bit?
and concede happily to life's common wonderment

let us learn with concern what CERN can discern
about all the quirks and quarks of this universe
give mankind a good reason to give out a good turn
and make our corner a bit better than the subverse

add Lederman, the goddamn particle's indefinite article
"so central to the state of physics today, yet so elusive" *
is like the first time you borrowed your Dad's vehicle
for a ride with your squeeze to amour more conducive

you wanted get down to the real heart of the matter
and experience the unknown pleasures of knowing
your delving into places and matters that matter
the whole experience just drives you to keep going

© Goode Guy 2012-07-05

* http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Higgs_boson#.22God_particle.22

http://www.npr.org/2012/07/04/156248281/new-subatomic-particle-may-be-physics-missing-link  
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Higgs_boson 
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Higgs 
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CERN


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Quantum Foam


When they turn off
the up-down and the
right-left and they
turn off the when, when
the sound-stretched things
silence,

what new places will remain?
I am so saturated with this world,
my mind made of it.
When I travel away, what 
beyond space-time bound
imagination might I find?


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bang it hit me

the big bang I'm told was the perfect place
for the universe to begin to save its face
and blast away false fascias and chaos
to show to its master, who was the boss

yet all flew apart in accelerated directions
and things went awry in a beautious way
tangentally curving in arced circumspection
galaxies spewed forth to a timeless decay

then life set about to see our sun winking
later sapiens emerged and soon began thinking
very deep thoughts, as deep as they'd muster
of quarks, black holes and far-off star clusters

in passing, I was able to conscript serendipity
from times distant of our space-time continuum 
to pull an idea from that ancient antiquity
that others might be in this universal aquarium

in some cosmic queue, as thinking matters stew
in their large heads, if they even have some
they wonder about us, who we are, what we do
whether we're intelligent or merely pond scum

now when i sit in some colossal traffic jam
irritated and annoyed at the world, I am
reminded of that other, somewhere out there,
and I smile a bit and think of their welfare

© Goode Guy 2011-12-01

Better pull over before it overheats...

or 

"We're all in this, alone" - Lily Tomlin


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EXERCISE ! DON'T EXERT !!


‘Couch potato’,
‘Couch potato’,
Vexed by every one,
A mother of one,

A woman bulky,
Became sulky.
Coaxed to work-up,
For fitness to develop,

Took to swimming,
Jogging and running,
And drastic dieting,
All unscientific training,

Swift and slender,
Became tender!
Has the training worked wonder?
No! she invited danger!

She is twenty eight,
Walks with a waddling gait,
Gets intermittent ‘blush’?
No! It’s a ‘hot flush’!!

Mental irritation,
At times depression,
Irregular menstruation,
And painful coition,

Pain in the low back,
Fractures the femur-neck!
A menopausal syndrome?
No! An acute weight loss syndrome!



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The Artist Formerly Known As God

Black canvas
Curved space
Sterling stars
Evolved grace
Painted planets
Yellow sun
White noise
Prodigal son
Bleeding brushes
Dripping plight
Solemn strokes
Sequestered light
Turgid sky
Acid rain
Burning questions
Dangling reigns
Charcoal commandments
Acrylic themes
Smeared signature
Scientific schemes 


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Sicilian Sonnet On Reinforced Concrete

I am a piece of reinforced concrete,
I can withstand a lot of punishment.
I am frequently used to make pavement,
Since I can absorb the impact of feet.

My bones are parallel prestrained steel rods,
Placed along my body to add more strength.
Steel becomes stiffer when you stretch its length,
And my flesh mixed of ground rock and dirt clods.

In modern times I have many a niche,
Into any shape I am pourable.
I serve the needs of the poor and the rich,
Being strong, versatile, and durable.
Bridge, foundation, and irrigation ditch;
For any project I am feasible.


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Untitled #140 / Metal cog

The moment a metal cog stands suspended
on the whiteboard by a pair of visible strings & springs
Ah! But one invisible string, one invisible spring
keeps the whole from falling apart!
The genius who discovers this secret
will have his name repeated across the universe for eternity!


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No God

If I could spill my soul
onto the floor or a skillet
let my heartbeat liquid 
and spell out a creation song

I would yell, yell, yelp!
Yelp, about my unfolding self
and just how magnificent
I have become because Jesus

Christ, Krishna, Muhammad,
told me something beautiful
and that fragile bubble
which protected me, myself

burst into reality and me
just I may not my self and I
crumble to the science
of no God without proof.

POOF!


Dean Walker


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Evolution

                       
                   Clairvoyance veiled by the unexamined presence fails
                                      To telltale what future prevails
                 Disguised as chance, fate rewards with wiser presents
                               Perfect timing and mystery its essence
                               In this sense our senses failed to grasp
                                      Until the future is the past
                 Like secrets seeds buried beneath the present keeps
                                             Futures unknown
        Intuition enhances senses deceived, though most reap what's sown
    Mythical, parabled, theoretical, volition's reward is considered good karma
            Our needs, granted through experience explains ancient dharma
                                  It's evident perfect hindsight's enlightment
                                      Trandscending sin, spiritual pollution 
                               Trial,error and inventive success is evolution
                                 Forsight time travel's the future is BRIGHT!


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One: Glory

Wounded on my knees, I pray let the spirits guide my way let the light shine on the path let the true story, be told as that let me be your equal, to vanquish the evil that invades our holy cosmic plane sometimes I feel I do all in vain Enlil, show me who you are I wear your symbol close to my heart I believe intentions, are kept as pure for I live with, but never in fear fear for the lost, and for the dying I'm not all good, but at least I'm trying to walk as a vessel, into the night and in your honor, I'll hone my foresight For insight, is not always inward mind muscle strong, but just a beginner's always will I follow my heart I stand tall and firm, and I shall not hinder they once called me father nature because their eyes could see my art of creation.


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STILL WE

                                                     Through  Science			
                                              material things are defined			
                                              Water=H twice and O once			
                                                   and we come to know			
                                                    the results about it			
			
                                                 Unforeseen air and light			
                                                 though we feel and see			
                                            material indeed without denial			
                                           conception bases upon theories			
                                                   Still we demand a bit			


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Swirled

I put up the barriers and molded the Great White Stone.
I searched all written doctrines that embodied my light.
It was a remarkable journey let me tell you of my flight.
I even went through DNA of every strand of every bone.
 
I matched all the genetic linage to kind energies ingrown.
It was like an open door after door where all turns bright.
The misplacement that followed is truly way out of sight.
Seeing it all made me search my truth and I wasn’t alone.
 
I felt like I am the only one.
There was just me to believe.
There was too much undone.
More than humans conceive.
 
This was an origin unknown and not of this world.
This is timeless intelligence appropriately swirled.


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Poem #10 (Heaven)

Poem #10 (Heaven)

An expansive ceiling above,
Like white paint dripped excessively 
On a black canvas.
My neck cranes backwards 
Following the landscape of blackness, 
And continues along with the on going blackness,
Until I almost fall into a back flip.
My conditioned senses realize their ridiculousness,
And my body attempts to adjust. 
My muscles urge ever so slightly 
to fill the expanse, to distribute itself 
All about the blackness!!
If only it could disintegrate 
And put a couple atoms 
Onto every white dot I see.
Obscurely it senses other places
To join my body into,
And swirl around in all this glory.
I can’t wait to die,
So I can be the universe again. 



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Untitled #109 / Ripples in the clear midnight pond

It is the tendency of all things in nature
to remain, undisturbed, one mind.
Oh unnatural humans!
Why must they cause ripples
in the clear midnight pond
distorting the moon’s face?


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Vanity

I need my hair just right
I need my socks to match each other
I need mascara to be on point
I need foundation to hide who I am
When does it stop
How do you know
at what point and time do you lose yourself
All this covering up
I've learned to be what people want
But what do I really want myself
V.A.N.I.T.Y
   
 Somethings change with just a little touch
   Yet somethings never change
       you can't mask a girls insecurities up
         She still feels them everyday
         No matter what her outside appearance says
           and the more she feels INVINCIBLE
               the more she feels AFRAID
                   V.A.N.I.T.Y
        
             There's no hair color to pretty 
               you can be pretty naturally
               I love my hair straight like chinese people
               that's why I use a 300 dollar flat iron 
                and I love handbags of the expensive varity
                 I put on a show each day for everyone 
                   But inside i'm alone 
                    and no one really knows
                  
                          V.A.N.I.T.Y

                I close my eyes and wish I could disappear
                           from this moment in time
                          escape our 21st century
                         where they teach us to judge by what we see
                          So i'm vain because of society 
                             I have to look pleasing to the eye? 
                               Is it my fault I'm vain?
                                 Or is it our problem in disguise? 
                                        
                                  V.A.N.I.T.Y 


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Rejuvenation

the hollow flame of christmas
is but a memory
suspended in the wind;
unanimated and sore.

a discordant lullaby
self-seething
and unsettling to the touch.

resonating within
the emptiness
a frost-bitten chill
no amount of soothing
could thaw.

and in all my selfishness,
not once did i wonder
if maybe it wasn't
meant to be felt
like it was - and did
that very first time.


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Poem #14

Philosophers speak mightily,
Assuming deeply 
That there is some intricate meaning.
Psychologists insist its 
Just survival of the fittest.
But for whom does nature insist 
That humans go on anyway? 
For the stars, for the blackness?

I propose that nature persists 
In the same way 
A shooting star does,
For no greater reason 
Than to just to keep going, 
We exist for the sake of inertia, 
And motion ends. 
Just as well, 
That’s something too. 


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' Tilt '

23.5 Degrees
On Earth Axis – Tilt – Trajectory
… Prevents Drastic Climate-Changes
And Dangerous Tide Tsunamis

                Tilt…
Motion-Sensors Are Going Off
                Tilt…
Scientists, May Your Voice Be Soft

G34-B… See
This was Done for You and Me

                Tilt…
Oh, The Genius of Genesis, Which God Built
                 Tilt…
Shows We All Should Just Take The Time to …


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Astrophobia

Full of splendor
The star in the night drags on
Shining like a vibrant ray
A vibrant nightmare ray for me
I cannot take those little specks of light
I lose breath
I lose concentration
I lose all feeling
Into the dark abyss I go
When I look up
Perhaps it is not all that wretched
For I never stare up at night
Not so much as a glance
Not even so much as a glance.


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WAGES OF SIN

Injected eyes,
Poached-egg lids,
Rosy cheeks,
While walking he reels.

Speech irrelevant,
Belly corpulent,
Handshake hot,
Language rot,

These will be the wages of sin,
For those who live on whisky and gin.


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$urface

A look far $urface Iland place
I stay where mostly gone both 
Shells a part across swimed
Around Natureness Dawn grewed
Some seven Seas of Flowers and dirt
Whence soil fresh sent after Industries
Time wacthing new Years $urface spined
Hurricane peaces telling whats good news
Alot justly foat on my Boat anear
Home washly away pastess Day's
Building mine Outside this walk
Finish yes Mam; no Sir, happy after
Done  dee's about picture Daddy
I'am love first Name: and last
I'll promise wished Star later noontide
Like Balloon's going too Heaven sliping
Off thy Finger tips notice trill
Magic fly an Space on my paper
For another sweet poem foever
Read Generation coming aloud say
$urface Baby Girl Me and you mint
Ass sweet candy cotton
Together every peek out or Eye
We see $urface there,,,
Notice:Martinez Roberson


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Slow or fast

Fast how fast, slow how slowly?
A person can accelerate himself,
If he has no food to eat or
If he has no water to drink.

A person can drive his vehicle,
Fast or slow, whatever he wants,
When engine works properly,
Petrol, oil and water are sufficient.

He can run a race,
To reduce the smoke,
To produce more burn, to accelerate 
Fire for extra power with high energy.

It is law, petrol for burn, 
Oil for smoke and water for pressure,
If oil is dirty, engine starts to smoke,
If water is empty, pressure can fire on.

Natural system applies every where,
A human life needs also to live,
A Fresh Air, Healthy Food and fresh water,
Damped material is a cause of disease.


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WE ARE ALL THE SAME

it's a subject that has been long debated
that all of humanity is genetically related
evolution versus creation
is it all speculation?

many think that mankind developed through evolution
while others think that God's creation is the solution
but why is it so hard for people to understand
that evolution is creation, it's God's master plan

God made this universe in 7 days, so it states in the Holy text
but God's time is not our time and He does not wear a Rolex
they talk about the Big Bang Theory that brought about all this change
but what if that was God's hand clap for all that He arranged

genetically and physiologically every person is the same
for DNA does not lie, it's a fact that's simple and plain
we are all brothers and sisters created by the same hand
all children of the most high God for that was His plan

we may be different shades of colors and speak in different tongues
but underneath the skin we are all the same after all is said and done 


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Poem #13

If life must have some illusive meaning
Then I gladly acknowledge this meaning,
And know it to be another object I perceive
Like any other,
Maybe like this rock,
I put the meaning in my pocket 
Alongside the pretty rocks I collected.
If a rock exists then that is the meaning of life.
 


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Untitled #171 / Ten minutes

Ten minutes of solitary free time
at the end of class, they’re correcting their tests
I have nothing to correct
Oh! Dream of physics!
Oh! Dream of astronomy!
Oh! Dream of Chinese thought!
Oh! Dream of writing!
Oh! Dream of love!


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Untitled #32 / Crazy physicist

Crazy physicist! So, you can
put a man on the moon?
Ooh! I have a new problem!
Calculate the trajectory of my soul
as it leaves my body!


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Wheel

Symbol of mass transportation,
crucial as a pair of wings;
wonder where we'd be without it
in the broader scheme of things?

It's hard to say just how we'd cope,
indeed, how we'd get around.
I must confess a nagging fear
that we'd stay right on the ground;

not much further than Cro-Magnons
dragging women by the hair,
as they forage in the jungle
lugging trophies to their lair!

Our trips would be restricted
to the tribe across the marsh;
we'd just better hope they're friendly,
not belligerent or harsh!

The prospects weren't too sanguine
that we'd subjugate the land
until the wheel's invention
guaranteed our upper hand!


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Soup's on

I’m sittin’ ‘ere before the screen
surrounded by some friends unseen
A touch or two behind the  scene
With senses  oiled in Irish mist
and memories of those I’ve kissed
In ecstasies of rising bliss
And sweet fantasia’s  emptiness
Of spinning into deeper eyes
That even thee can fantisize
And in this space of aura sense
I feel I cannot recompense
This feeling of belonging
This answer to my longing
So out of touch
And yet so much 
Of ephereal bonding


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The Robin's Egg

Today I found a jewel
Lost amongst the grasses.

A Faberge of nature
Fit for all the masses.

An object of adornment,
Its treasure now concealed;

Never to know its purpose
Or have purpose revealed.


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‘CHEERS' FULL OF TEARS!

With blear-eyed look,
The drinks he took,
With eyes full of tears,
He enjoys his 'cheers'!

His flushed red face,
Has no bashfulness,
He has enlarged breast,
And 'spiders' scattered on the chest.

In the abdomen distended,
Has fluid  accumulated,
Gives handshake hot,
But has libido lost.

His concealed sin 
Has relieved his mental tension,
But has expressed
In the form of "Portal hypertension'!


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Untitled #108 / Number one oh eight

What shall be number
one oh eight?
Two carts shall slide across a metal slide!
But not yet! There they sit undisturbed!
And now the ball remains!


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Who's there?

Dawn knows not of my weary wake 
night has never caressed my body's slumber
Do the ruddy Martian winds break for lunch
can you buy crushed ice on Europa
Is an atomic reaction a human tragedy 
or just another mysterious spot on the Sun
hmm, have another drink of water 
Who's needlessly dying 
beneath the suffocating clouds of Venus
would they commit suicide, in a Vesuvius ash, '64 Impala
Next time you see Mercury, steer clear of tomorrow
the table is set, a Red Giant is coming to dinner
If green is the pigment of envy, why is the Earth so very blue
isn't chlorophyll the Color of Money 
Shh...don't tell photogenic White Dwarfs
their acting days too, are atomically numbered
Is irony consciously painting, an infinite abyss 
or a finite existence, unconsciously as radiant as Saturn's rings
Relevance isn't ignorance, if you never check the clock
time is inevitability, inevitability the universal knock


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Untitled #63 / Commons

I suddenly remember! Here!
These very commons in which our physics class today
collects tiny manifestations of the laws that govern Nature
in the sunlight of the late morning 
smiles and laughs beaming from every face
Yes, here, not even one week ago
club music thumped through the empty midnight
bodies were packed tight, sweaty, bouncing to the beat
dreams were made and broken just as quickly
(mine was recycled)
a plastic punch cup, kicked, skid across the floor
rolling to a stop in a shadowy corner of the night
where even now, in the light of day, students’ works of art
are illuminated, set on display for passersby
But look! Now tennis balls bounce across all-color tables!
A blue metal chair set atop!
Will they collide?


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Untitled #166 / v=0

v=0
----a=2 m/s2
Jones------bump----Smith
90.0 kg 80.0 kg
Jones bumps Smith!
Smith bumps Jones!
A third-law pair!
Ah, it is true she screwed me in the ass!
But I am screwing her in the ass!


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Slippin' Slowly

Dying in bits,
Pieces each day...
No matter what I try,
I don't know what to say...

"Reality" is a concept,
I find hard to believe,
Is there more to it?
Or do I self-deceive??

Slippin' slowly
Into another world,
Mists of time and place,
Confuse me so bad,
I don't know how to face...

The future is past?
Time is a joke?
The Universe is endless,
Matter wears a dark cloak?
Dark matter,, dark energy,
What is the truth?
Guess God is alone,
In his ability to know,
I don't think that ever,
Humanity will grow

To the point where the
Last question's been asked,
The last riddle solved,
The Universe and time,
Completely dissolved

I'm just one little man,
Facing the "now"
Elusively confused,
By why and the how...

Not for me to know,
Just to wonder the why,
Someday I will go,
My soul will then fly...

This is a matter of faith,
Not science concrete,
Someday I do hope,
God I will meet.


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Untitled #168 / Gravity

If gravity is constantly pulling us down,
then what keeps us from slipping into hell?
Little invisible strings hanging from heaven?
or the floor beneath our feet!


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I Wonder

There are so many wonders to ponder
The Great Mystery of Death,
The enigma of time
The vastness of the universe

It is said a trip of a thousand miles
starts with a single step
Yet the trip of eighty-odd years
ends with a final breath

Wouldn't it be glorious,
So know, somehow,
answers to things
never to be known to us?

The last day in the life of
the last dinosaur?
The creation of our vast oceans?
The last thing the last man
will come to know?

Where is my past?
Merely locked-up,
semi-preserved,
in my mind?

The exact total of all
the grains of sand on earth?
What was there before there
was a was?

Who's running his joint?
There will be a day when we
meet an alien race..
It's inevitable...
But when will it happen?

This train of questions
could go on forever...
But the answers, a far
more elusive thing
are they.