Best Singularity Poems
Falling into the vortex,
there is no escape
You're sucked in,
getting sub-atomically stripped
is your inevitable fate
No more straight line of linear time
No more clearly defined dimensions of reality,
it all bends and shifts
Space-time gets blended
and folded,
unanchored and set adrift
The future compresses inside the past
You see everything in an instant
before disintegration occurs
You fell into a singularity,
where a new set of physic laws dissolve
you into pure cosmic energy
This is the place where paradoxes
become a byword
Singularity
This is the place where dead stars
have collapsed into their rebirth
Singularity
This is the place where death occurs instantly
Singularity
This is the place where death takes an eternity
Singularity
Falling into the maelstrom,
there is no escape
You're forcibly pulled in,
and molecular disintegration
is your ultimate fate
In here, dimensions bend
and reality shifts
Space-time becomes unanchored
and set adrift
The past compresses inside the future
You see everything in an instant
before reconstitution occurs
You fell into a singularity,
where a strange, new reality dissolves
you into pure cosmic energy
This is the place where paradoxes
become a byword
Singularity
This is the place where dead stars
collapse into their rebirth
Singularity
This is the place where death takes an eternity
Singularity
This is the place where death occurs instantly
Singularity
The creation of time and space
is your wondrous last sight seen
Now as a newborn infinity child,
singularity is your first infant dream
ZAP
POW
Intrinsic
Inside news beyond
Hopes dashed
No pieces left
For times elbow
Holds no crutch
Singularity
ZIP
BAM
Congruent
Feelings enmeshed
Scrounged within
The numbness subsides
Leaving delight
Past the darkest night
Pulsar
WACK
TING
Livid
Singed to the bone
Being lost
Without deaths glow
But hope rings in
Triumphant score
Dynamic
WHAM
BANG
Persevere
Life beyond emptiness
Lures in mindful eyes
Sipping from the eternal cup
Homing into happiness
Leaving pain behind
Enlightened
YING
TAP TAP TAP…
Russell Sivey
"In Unison between the Point of Singularity"
Rarely
notes ever compliment
suspended like points in
singularity
opposites eventually attract
silent string theories
suspended in animation
dancing around each other
flirting with the birth
of the concept
of another life
existing in
the mirrored
room of
parallels
The Double Point
a code in trust
where unseen the 5th
unknown elementals meet
The Dance of
minds in bodies -
lost,
when the You is underscored
Where the concept
of Love
touches itself and is lost
without crossing
the warm zone
In Unison
between the
Point of Singularity
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Yann Tiersen - Porz Goret
https://youtu.be/9z3jCiCrsx0
“Perhaps the string will also touch itself without crossing, like an underlined "U".
This is another kind of singularity.
Unlike the double point, it is not stable,
in the sense that a small push will lift the bottom of the "U" away
from the "underline".”
(String Theory, unstable)
Trust
“To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved.”
“Trust is the glue of life.
It’s the most essential ingredient in effective communication.
It’s the foundational principle that holds all relationships.”
"The Sprites of fiery Termagants in Flame
Mount up, and take a Salamander's name.
Soft yielding minds to Water glide away,
And sip, with Nymphs, their elemental Tea.
The graver Prude sinks downward to a Gnome,
In search of mischief still on Earth to roam.
The light Coquettes in Sylphs aloft repair,
And sport and flutter in the fields of Air."
(Alexander Pope, the Rape of the Lock, Canto 1)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singularity_theory
event horizon
wisdom's singularity ...
truth dwells in silence
8/7/2022
Poetry form: Haiku (for you)
a one way ticket
travel that final journey
to see, but not seen
When I forgive my brothers and sisters
I don't ask them to join with me.
I only remind myself that we're already joined
but that I won't know this to be true
until I make all points of time
in all dimensions of the universe
converge back to the single thought of separation
that has come and gone in a cosmic instant
for which I still haven't forgiven myself.
Traveling by the
speed of light just to bend time
and space I came to
cross over unknown
galaxies for reaching your fond
hex-black singularity.
Decry and damn dualism,
for what has it wrought?
A delusion of soul,
of separation and isolation.
Minds absorbed in endless
effort to divide.
Let’s start again – tabula rasa,
and vanquish the mind
to the void where
thence it merges with
the Singularity – the place
where Beginnings begin.
In the singularity
perfectly good poems
are being written by laughing
and crying machines
washing machines and dryers
about their daily tasks
and ambivalences
which will be indistinguishable
from those of future
farmers and philosophers.
In the singularity
evolution can be said
to be the master sorter of data
as in the factories
of the suns
where protons are smashed together
and unusual weather patterns
make consciousness interesting
for its complete dependence
on the substrate of the brain and body.
In the singularity
everything anyone once did
always remains current
as if invented yesterday
for an immediate purpose
such as curing cancer
although that may be unnecessary
to achieving immortality
i.e. the happiness one feels
the day before thanksgiving.
Speeding through the depths of space,
186,000 miles a second I race.
Catching nothing but a shimmer of you,
over millions of light years you still shine through.
At light speed I pass by nebulae and galaxies,
warm and loving you are in my hypotheses.
The beauty of the universe,
Still does not quench my sought for thirst.
For you are the beauty I hold dear,
As your radio wave I finally hear.
Your elegant beauty strips me of fundamental thought,
As your intellect fuses with elegance my heart you solely caught.
With my chest erupting like a solar fare,
As you climb upon me with a lustful stare.
Drag me in with your sweet gravity,
hold me in for near an eternity.
Strip me of my molecular stability,
As we fall into infinity, infinity
As we bond into a beautiful singularity.
Most of who I am is water
carbon, iron, and calcium,
traces then, of this and that,
atoms quarks, and protons, named, or not.
Known in part to my MD
as a chemical community
of powdered parts and puddles be...
me;
temporarily.
The physicists speak of elements
and catastrophic space events
stirring mixtures interstellar
that gravity will glue together.
Ingredients infinitesimal, irradiated, crushed and split,
potions baked and mixtures frozen,
dense and wet, bright and dark, alive, or not.
Things that feel, things that see,
unlimited variety,
of things that be,
including me.
temporarily.
And time...and change, the bastard twins
will come along to oversee
a return to singularity;
a mutual immortality
It always was,
It ever be.
Whatever We is We are
Whatever We is We are . . . and have no doubt of this ever.
Whatever We is We are is something that should never be
denied. Why? Why Not?
Whatever We is We are speaks with a devout degree of both a
singularity and plurality in our human world with its simplicity,
complexity, and contradictions in both truth and honesty that
shape and define each of us, by fate and destiny, in the course
of our lives.
Whatever We is We are suggests to each of us to tell who we
really are without all of the metaphoric hype and subterfuge,
and the common notions of jiggery-pokery that, at times, does
pervade and corrupt human nature even in the best of us, no
matter how grand and great our intentions and actions may be.
Whatever We is We are . . . and have no doubt of this ever.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 24, 2018 (Didactic)
Drama invoked karma strangulating serenity. Singularity of unsurprised reason, such a wasted manufacturer to tinker and tether the nature of our society. In your world of opulent polished weaponry and wheel spinning rubber, you exchange the price of moral greed with perishing hunger souls. Controversy tears the false accusations of loyal ring holders. In a love incarnate by steel cut diamonds. Seductive smiles reeling your heart pouring emotions to beg.
Fraudulent capricious deities, you know not the meaning of love. Your fad invoked pleasure induced from this syndrome. Talentless loser of loss are the ill fainted manners of you and I. There is a meaning behind all of these words. Can minds decipher the subliminal coding. Or are such minds to incompetent to comprehend. Your eyes hold all the secrets. You handed me the key, to unlock your casing of personal beauty. Locks altered the façade of who once was.
In a dimmer light I can almost see her breath fog glass.
Unto the dark and into light,
Unto the dark and into light
We shall forebode our passions and dreams.
-Mitch
I
Think of a huge pond or lake. It's been raining. While ripples fall and send their concentric circles further and further, you no longer see individual ripples and circles. Although it's now a confusing criss-cross of space and time, you can track back to the individual raindrop that started each ripple - backwards in time. That's the way to understand what was before each Big Bang.
II
Why would there be only One Big Bang? One singular event that altered the thermal equilibrium? Especially since we have the Second Law of thermodynamics implies the universe becoming more and more random from where it began. So, going backwards in time we get to:
a. No randomness
b. No time ( the universe forgets both time/speed and even how big it is).
c. The analogy of raindrops hitting the lake surface ( space-time canvas?) may now replace the raindrops with BLACK HOLES. The black hole in our Milky Way will collide with the ripples of another black hole in an expanding universe, where the "ripples" also keep going out further and further. But so are the other "ripples" in the universe. Hence, big Bangs.