I am the axiomatic master of my fate; the King of Maxim state.
I sit on a throne of axions, maintaining discrete time symmetry to keep my line in place.
With ordained and sovereign rule, I rise to the dominion of my life’s decisions; even when they do not translate to my intentions.
Blazon insignias are inscribed by my position.
Posed by social status and affluence, alongside it a physical constitution.
Each of us having idiosyncrasies by means of paradox.
As if to say I'm right handed and made of left handed particles, with momentum opposite to intrinsic spin.
By what parity could this arise?
Alas a vast enigma, derived by the perceptions of body soul and mind.
At ease and at odds to forego and prevail.
In concert of my peers, I will unsheathe the Magnus Opus and uncover the vale.
The ignorance of our own empowerment that I overtly forswear, and so goes on the allegorical tale.
It’s given narrative defeated, torn to tatters by The Sword of Gale.
Categories:
axions, allegory, change, destiny, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Where do they come from?
The brain is complex, of that there's no doubt.
Neurons, synapses, dendrites and axions, all woven together
to make up our brain.
Somehow, from this complex mess we emerge, our consciousness our mind, all this projected to the universe to do what it will.
The mind once turned on starts to think, ideas do emerge from the brains complexity.
Ideas just pop into existence seemingly with no effort from us.
How does that happen?
Is it just a compilation of our experiences jumbled up to create what we think, to pop up ideas?
Is it possible our brain is a complex receiver, ideas
being projected from another realm?
Since we don't know what's possible, anything is possible!
But, it does make you think!
Categories:
axions, art,
Form: Prose Poetry
Relationship to
'String theory'...
...Tries to explain
everything; but not
emotion,
Commotion as Bosons
and Fermions
unravel,
Travel to reveal the
building blocks of
LIFE!
Yet nothing can
explain a feeling,
Peeling back the
skin of the
universe,
Worse are we for
perturbation.
Synapses fire in the
brain,
Strain the axions;
devoid of spin and
charge,
Recharge the
painters palette!
So that colours of
consciousness
unfurl,
Hurl Quarks to
combine into
hadrons,
Protons and
neutrons.
By what sensation of
the heart,
Starts the
realisation that we
know nothing,
Missing a beat of
substance.
I Surrender to my
singularity,
Parity with others,
as our worlds move
apart,
Bit part actor, hung
by a cosmic thread.
Fling me to the
cosmos, the search
goes on,
Hadron Collider,
Einstein, Hawking,
Mannikin of life,
force of nature,
Major time to
reflect on LIFE,
I am content!
Chris Matthews
16.07.2014
Categories:
axions, goodbye, introspection, relationship, universe,
Form: Verse