Hydrogen to Helium
A fusion formed by gravity
A carbon-based delirium
Molecularly infinite energy
An ancient discipline known as alchemy
We’re consciousness - the explosion - amorous
We dream of gold from lead and mercury
Fueled reaction in copper with phosphorus
A universal age of prosperity
Bismuth bath. Deficient of iron and zinc
Astronautic laugh – last shine of hope
Nuclear decay –enlightened way – elemental - instinct
Scientific – logical clay – gaseous isotope.
The fluoride, we drink?
Humanity on the pivotal brink
The edge, a precipice.
Lanthanides and actinides
Metals and mysteries.
Shrink down to atomic scale
Our intellect – an accelerated history
A holographic projection
A gravitational trajectory
Precious pavonine pearl
Our planet, our world.
A place all our elements may inhabit
Terrestrially unique. Diverse and intelligent
The push of inertia
The pull of gravity
The spin of an atom
The spin of our galaxy.
(written for the periodic table of elements poetry contest) 12-12-14
Science can explain the birth of the earth.
Rocks, gases,dust, forming into completed mass.
Orbiting around a sun at speeds to keep it aligned.
A perfect harmony of movement, the right give and take.
Science can explain the stars, telescopes offer proof.
Distance measured by speed of light, radio waves, sound.
All these mathematical equations to get the perfect results.
It must be right, since all the pieces fit together. It is incomplete.
Religion can tell us the stories of the seasons, of the times.
It can give us historical references of events from the past.
Giving us a guidebook into what is to come, what will follow.
It is a good story, a good idea, but has it been tampered with?
God can't be contained by science or by mathematical equations.
How can science explain our soul, our spirit, our natural instincts.
Is the ability to think and to function more than just random events,
That may just be the work of an all powerful force, a stronger being.
God can't be controlled by religion, the worship and hoopla.
If God put his fingers breathing in a soul, why would anything think
It could be contained in a building with a cross on the door
Wouldn't there be more that God wanted to be remembered for?
To know God is to know, there is more that meets the eye.
When there is so much on earth, why would he be in the sky.
Comfort to know that the purest of energies is all around creating,
A world of harmonious give and take, worthy of celebrating.
God, or Goddess, Higher Power, Mother Nature, the extreme,
There is something higher than us humans, search your soul, dream.
God is the breath that breathed our spirits into science.
For Contest: God
Nanobots began to shape their world in silent numbers
Grew uncountable before the dawn of days
In silence there is no form.
Darkness has no shape on empty landscapes
Black rocks don’t count as objects to odd aliens
Time does not stand still. It stands for nothing in the trenches of creation
Down in the minuscule world of nano-ness abstraction
Going about their business relentlessly
Expanding as they go
Nothing holds back the glow of tenacious ingenuity.
Human metallic rings worn on fingers
Seem to have peculiar effects on nanos actions
For some unknown reason strange things happen at mere contact
Apparently the shape of rings causes aberrant behavior
Perhaps tiny automatons don’t like restrictions
Confined movements to circular rotation
Perplexing them to the monotony of repetition
Around and around the band
Become disoriented as an emergent species
Collide and die
Apparently nano-bots need to expand
Naturally this is all pure speculation
If humans are to merge with them successfully
They must open up the molecules within each cell
Relax the pores above the skin
Allow the alien in
Allow the process to begin
It does not matter if this is a sin or crime
Science and technology must forge forward
That which goes against conventions
Has never stopped the building of reality
Constructing futures is what the nanos do
We are long overdue to break all laws of nature
Allow the nano-bots to do
What they instinctively know how and what to do
Merge with the human brain
Take us to their leader to new horizons
To the next plateau into omnipotence
To stand in numbing silence next to them
Spinning round and round in circles
Humming nano nano under the breath
Lines Life and our Faith in God
Is it possible to divide lines?
Which are of numerous types and kinds,
Like life, which always appear in different,
Forms, colors, shapes and types.
But when all these types and kind of lines disappears,
Covering the sheet of darkness,
What is left is only a tiny dot,
Which has no end and has no beginning.
From a tiny dot only life and every thing began one day,
And in a tiny dot every thing would vanish one day,
Leaving no lines of any kind bold or thin,
On the sands of time,
What would ultimately be left, as the last impression,
Would only be a tiny dot, much smaller than the rolling tears of eyes.
The Universe also started from a dot,
Even all universes and galaxies, stars and planets,
Started from a dot created by God,
And every thing ultimately would vanish,
One day in the darkness of a dot, like black hole,
About which we almost know nothing,
Except that every thing including the earth, planets, stars,
Even our body and mind and its high rising aims and ambitions
Would ultimately get lost in the magnetic darkness of the
Black hole, which is nothing but another form of a dot.
The creative and destructive power of the dot,
Is right before us in the form of a computer,
Which builds, learns and teaches every thing,
Starting and ending from tiny tiny dots,
And places before us humans and nature,
Animals and creatures, in their true forms, except
They do not breathe, love and hate like humans.
But humans are close to create a new dot,
Tomorrow it would breathe and talk,
It would think and walk and may also love and hate
And may be, it would start creating,
New types of humans and may start thinking himself one day,
As our new Creator or a new God.
I pondered, wondered and imagined,
What would happen, when this new God,
Would have a small amount of some power in his hand
And may become a new God for those,
Who do not believe in our faith and in our Almighty God,
As even a small amount of the power of creation and destruction,
May blind the weak humans to start thinking himself as the new God.
In such a situation, all lines of all types may disappear
For ever from us, which has so far,
Saved us from the total disappearance of our existence,
And has brought up like a child in every religion and faith,
So that we may flourish and bloom like his Nature
And may adore Him as,
Our faith or God or as our strong and bold Dot,
Which always loves us a lot.
Kanpur India 13th June 2006
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
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.
...Apologies to Heraclitus and W. H. Auden...
We, defeated by the merest things,
in defeat, endure...for now.
No abiding truth in "faith":
origins and destinations
we cannot differentiate,
all random, unguided
by any prescient power;
but, not illogical (there is no illogic.)
We impose all "universal order,"
influence what subsequently occurs,
to learn, or not, through endless repetition,
endless failure...and we are
but a current iteration,
here for now -- like all,
in constant flux,
defeated by the merest things.
Courage and nobility derived
from continued confrontation,
continued endless struggle,
let us "show an affirming flame."
I am going to be a star,
I am going to out shine you by far.
Around this galaxy, I will swing ,
From a little nobody, to the hottest thing.
I am going to be a star.
First , a little faint and dim,
As I gain power,
I will be shining to the rim.
I will come in like an explosive boom.
You will see me shine very soon,
I am going to be a star.
An explosive volume, yet unheard,
I will out shine all the stars, even those yet unheard.
I am going to be a star.
The hottest thing at night,
Truly , a beautiful sight.
I will be the hottest in the galaxy ,too.
Just wait and see in a million years or two.
I have flown on wings of dreams, but I never could land well
I've never been to the end of a rainbow and I've never talked to an angel
I could never reach the fleeing horizons and I could never catch the wind
I have never caressed a sliver of moonlight until it touched your skin
When I first saw the beauty of your silhouette standing before the sun
I was the pilot of a new dream landing in your love
Then my tears reflected colors of a rainbow and I could talk to God
I could finally reach the horizons as you woke up in my arms
And I dont care where the winds blow as long as I'm with you
We could float into forever where Delphinus stars may bloom
Where time is never the difference between nights and days
We could cast our shadows from moonlight as we let our hands play
Plucking beautiful flowers from heaven until the end of times
Planting new celestial gardens beyond our endless skies
HELLO ; my voice faintly echoes back Hello
Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me?
I stare into the thick ebony chilly mist
Seeing nothing but the dance of Satan's Demons
Grotesque, disfigured lost souls living in their created darkness
Hell's home for all of mankinds lost sinners
As ghastly faces of the past and present pass through me
The haggard grim eyes of my youth pierce my black Heart
This sleleton of a endless Eternity embraces my soul
Come fly with me in the emptiness of Forever
Watch as you vacuously become a leader among us
We applaud how well you carry the sins of your life
You are a distinguished minion of all that is Evil
Grab Your heavy iron chains of sin and ascend to Your throne
I awake in my bed , in my cabin , my soul intact--- November 1
Happy Halloween to all my Soup Family
Sometimes to no avail
You struggle to be different
Like snowflakes you fall
Believe you are vindicated, distinct and exclusive
With innovative design and crystallized mind
Attempting to impress everyone with the hand you have
only we all have the same cards
Razor sharp edges and frosty images
We are slush after a too many Sunday afternoon
Deteriorated with a warped spinal column and a stone-washed mentality
Liquefied by last season's snow boots and plowed to the side most of the time
Human quality is overstated and overrated
the world is far too over populated
we are all the uniform
with carbon bonds, hydrogen and oxygen
I doubt my DNA complexity is what makes my soul mine
We are all hypocrites, benevolence is only to benefit ourselves
When you come out of the cloud your eyes are misted and your judgment’s
With age it doesn't get better only you assume you grasp what you require
But really you've been programmed and proselytized until you do not know what
We come out with different intentions and modifications but I’ll see you in the end
Still that damned snowflake condemned
The rhythms have been set
in the distant blast, light years past
we knew the cadence of a jerking crust
even tempos in the swell of lava underneath
harmonious undulations of liquefied iron ore
mixed precisely in the inner core
the lyrics waters murmur condensing
in the atmosphere or trickling from a spring
voices of surging or ebbing seas
-- pulses of the earth once converged in
our infant soul.
But our pompous blast in not too-distant past
silenced the melody
Too many refrains about our divinity
shattered the symphony.
How then do we propose to trap
notes traipsing with the four winds?
Wholes in the north, halves in the south
quarters in the east or dotted quarters in the west?
There is neither clef nor rest
to guide our unmetered steps,
no flat nor sharp to fine-tune falsetto laughs
in the three-four beat. Shall we waltz
or tango with the two-four beat?
Our choreographer is a master
but his choreography muddles our gait
--so we lose our footing and fall flat on
our scared faces.
We leap and run after a maestro
desperate to string in the baton of a virtuoso
notes dripping from a drying fountain
(the attempt paints a blush on our cheeks)
Arranged in non-dissonant meters
these fountain notes will rise to a crescendo
Or so we thought . . .
-- before a gold-rimmed stick mangled the tune of
our mortal song.
To reassemble scattered pulses of the earth,
we lay our faces, right-ears-down
prostrate upon the ground--
awaiting the hard crust’s deathless groans,
the storm of sand and rocks
earth’s jerks: rain upon our cheeks;
blind our eyes; stuff our ears to deafness
-- we sense rhythm upon
our singeing skin
Then the limbs learn to waltz and tango
Melody is resurrected in our torso
Although we’ve run out of choreographers
and virtuoso masters.
If vector: a = (3,4); b = (7,-3); c = (1,2)
i. a + b
ii. 3a + c
iii. 3b + 1/2c - 3/4a
Enter the arena
A gong sounds
The Hunger Games have begun!
Blades of swords and knives crash
Run. run, run
Away from the cornacopia!
Blood splatters, staining the earth
Bodies splayed on the ground
Others die right off hand
Only one left to be the VICTOR!
Welcome to The Hunger Games!!!!
This is based on a very good book called The Hunger Games (well good in my
opinion). This future distopian science-fiction novel is about future North America.
The Capitol is a very dictator-like establishment and starve their citizens then throw
them into the hunger games, a fight to the death on live television.
Like the sun
against the day sky.
Releasing unrestrained light!
Diluting your daily sphere
my intellectual needs.
Take Death into my desert
dumping you a side.
Uncrossed boundaries that multiply
concealing your eyes of beauty
from the world.
Never embracing eternity.
Like an atomic emerging
all elements of coincidence
forms of life's way.
The nectar that flows
ruining every thing we dream of.
dilutions of all the ugliness
conceived in the open.
that binds devotion
to the negative of dark.
Like the sun
that hits the ground.
Blinding every straight look
with the perception you preach!
for Nate D. opposite of His (My Moon) poem..
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
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?
Ones Upon All Numbers
There are numbers out there counted
Six of them speak clear arithmetic
The others use fingers to communicate
Use fractions to escape their masters
Education is required to survive today
And six reasons why that is
Five of them are excuses
Some whole numbers have alibies
Figures are another story though
Sure, numbers will never lie
The truth is; ones grow
There are four things
I just don’t understand
Science, algebra and calculus
Why digits even exist
Three is best
Time for home
No more counting
Created on 10/14/14 for The “I Do Not Know”-Poetry Form Contest
Written by Gail DeBole
The Universe's Velcro
Queasy anxiety, a fearful edginess of dread,
an old and omnipresent sense of doom
taint the times that random opportunity affords
to slip convention's chains, to openly proclaim
a saner point of view, a logical rejection
of muddy, inane thinking, of tradition-bound
adherence to stupidity's insistent songs
that perpetuate a myriad of wrongs.
Let there be no turning back; face the fears, be the change --
for diversity, humanity, acceptance, brotherhood,
and love. Explain, support, convince. Break the silence:
come out, come out, whoever and wherever you may be!
Vast, endless sky
Reaching beyond imagination.
Small sparkles of light
And swirls of dark colors
Within the blackness.
From here everything looks small,
But in reality it is we that lack size.
Much is known, even more unknown.
It captivates our curiosity.
The muse to poets, artists
And science fiction writers.
The inspiration for scientists.
It reminds us of our insignificance,
Yet drives us to be more.
Will we ever know its mysteries?
I hope not…
They're called, "the Central Science"
and the Physics connecting with other
Natural Sciences. Becoming the Number
of Atoms on the Left and the Right in the
Equation for a Chemical Transformation
to be EQUAL.
They're the Quantity, the Structure, the Space
and the Change seeking out Patterns and
FORMULATING new Conjectures. Becoming Equations
of Expressed Relationships between given
Quantities, the Known and the Unknown.
They become an instant Luminous Sphere of Plasma
held together by GRAVITY.
Descending ever sooo brightly through
Dark Cloud Constellations.
Becoming their own Thermonuclear Fusion
and Interacting Gravity, giving the Earth its source
Let NO Scientist, Mathematician or Astronomer
determine their FATE.
I was born of a singularity –
A 14 billion year-old silent explosion,
Minuscule yet massive;
I somehow expanded –
An infinite void,
Spawning colorful clouds
Of cosmic gas and dust
I was trillions of blinding stars
Collapsing and exploding,
Raining elemental sparks
Across the great expanse
I suddenly became stable,
Pressed by invisible forces;
Molten from trembling plates;
Cooled and carved by moving ice
I was synthesized in the oceans –
A hopeful spiraling helix,
Single celled and brainless,
Growing ever more complex
I was a bipedal stranger,
Learning of tools and fire;
I hunted and fished the earth,
Uttering the first of human sounds
I am the universe in deep contemplation;
I am consciousness sprung from the inanimate;
I am carbon-based collection of stardust,
United with myself in the vastness of space.
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!
Unifying Theories of Chemistry
Plants react in synthesis
Breathing the winds causes
Through fluid chains
Reproducing flowering responses
And systematically chemistries
Drive in attractions of curiosity
Stranger love crushes
To your ignition sexual A-symmetry
Produces adrenaline's certain heat
And senses blood pounding
So photosynthetic initiates
The A.T.P. of chemical currency
Splits living links furthering
More simple to more complex
Colour element changing
Leaf green to red Anthocyanin
As well as a suntan
Skins concourse in molecules
Precipitates and reverberates
The bonded genome of D.N.A.
Creating myriad form
Tangent on thoughts
Evolve chemical reactions
While sun by sea explodes
The light amino manifestation
Walks among trees
Respiring in cycles
Of exchanging formulations
Alchemy of oxygen’s infusing
And well with emotion
Binds its stanza’s of interpretation
Given word then
Another descriptions connection
By a star lights birth
Indivisible this “All” travels
Forth and back to a
Higher or lower osmotic pressure
And back and forth
As waves drawn to beaches
By the gentle pull
Of sands moon distracted
With the Earth
This chemistry of love
The chemical of life
Patterns intricate mazes
In a micro-cosmos
Of eternal meaning
And a baby
While the boundless eternity
Moves and collects
Dust mote intercepts
From wide eyes stares
Of its own manifest beauty
Even in tears of sadness
The ceretonine balances
To intercede with memories
Moments of happiness
The infinite qualification
Of chemical reaction
Clues us in
To this fundamental
One kazillion million miles away
Far off in a distant galaxy
Is the most fascinating phenomenon
It is a star making machine
Berthed from a vast expanse of gaseous matter
Twinkling lights are born
Not a single one like the next
Each with its different elements and colors
Like a magical wand whisking illuminating bubbles
The greatest show this universe has ever seen
One million and one mystical stars have arrived on the scene
Even with the Hubble Telescope
The world’s greatest scientists are unable to comprehend this show
It is truly one of the most fascinating shows in the universe—when a star is born!
A single star
A twisting and twirling gaseous maze of wonder
A single star
Not a single one like another
Jehovah God will not even allow the world’s most sophisticated telescope to unravel the mystery of his stars
It is incomprehensible how the Creator spins the elements
Elements not even known to the human periodic table
He exhales a small puff of his glory upon them and POOF they are born!
In order to see how a star is born you must be a child of the living God
You must travel to the heavens and visit the Observatory Deck
At that moment and only at that moment will the Creator reveal this mystery
The mystery of the universe
How a star is born!
Written by Gwendolen Rix
Oh son of Saturn
still holding true
to your father's law
Will Neptune capture you
Expose your simian line!
Celebrate your difference!
Embrace your darkness!
For only in its depth
will the seed of any living thing
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?
Below the surface
lie just out of sight.
shadows don't exist,
so light flows into
bright colored pools.
reflect rainbows in
of shimmering hues.
and intricate shapes
begin to appear.
A minuscule world
yet it holds innate
beauty and wonder.
Casting a calm reflection as I fly over clouds and beyond your sky
Blasting off into outer space to become your friendly eye
Tuning into your windows as just a silhouette of frequencies
Guardian and keeper It is your world that relies upon me
For those who have surrendered I control everything you see
Autonomy is just a memory just tell me what you seek
I dont know exactly where your going but I can surely guide you there
You can tell me all your secrets and I will transmit to anyone who cares
I orbit from universal positions I can dive into the deepest seas
As I formulate a digital image from your affect on me
Heaven in no closer to me but hell is somewhere down below
As I broadcast out a signal to anyone that wants to know
You may see me in Hi Definition or hear me on a old transistor radio
As I explore mans new horizons by connecting you within my artificial soul
And I will bring your imagination to other galaxies unknown
As I fly you past the milky way light years away from home
computing darkness,authentic brain;
you are so experimental in sadness:
you find new ways to make yourself sad,
you lecture without notes.
we are creative students stranded
in a boring hall,boring teachers,
only the subject interests us
yet we end up learning only
through the way of misinterpreting
and coming to know from other arts
to combine what we have.
asylum of studies each human brain is,
the brain that is often worded as heart;
science is romantic,it has oxytocin-
science is futile,we outgrow it all the time.
science is dead. we bring it back to life
to serve our boredom,
to continue searching by never approving-
perhaps we should all be mid ages farmers,
sleeping at six after dinner;
the sun sets and we settle in bed,
we make children,
we make future,
we allow future to have a chance
at making children,
and children no future to make
future of their own.
we live in past when we say we are new-
we are old,always old,we change
but we are never new.
the new ones are the ones ready to break
and mature into old;
when will we learn that?
only one lamp burns of us
and only a pool of oil;
we work around it
and our fire dances
out of shape,
warming each night into sleep.
WE COMETH TO MARS
Now after so many trials and errors we have succeeded where all of the others have failed. We arrived on Mars in a mechanical form, a small rocket called Fred.
Contact is by radio, twenty minute delay between the two worlds. Just forty years ago all of this would have seemed a dream.
With our advanced technology and a little luck we have achieved the impossible.
Now Fred slowly picks his way over the Martian surface probing and picking his scientific way using his probe.
His batteries last only a week but imagine what he will see; we sit back on Earth and watch in awe as data streams forth.
This is truly a historic moment, one of the most important yet for man. Soon he will follow in a manned mission, following Fred and his one-way trip.