Chaos Poems

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THE REAPED OF CHAOS

A nightmare without terror,
A peaceful life without savor.
Voluble blasphemies
In the flames of a hell
Perfumed with the stench of lust.

A heart loaded with lugubrious memories,
My soul bellows in the darkness.
Running to die, for barren pleasures,
Insatiable are the sickles of the reaper.

Allergic to flashing lights, even with a spotless record,
I wander in the obscurity of their hatred.

Thirsty

Let It Explode

Every day it seems a battle,
finds a way to leave you rattled,
the nonsense you see on TV,
lots of lies from the legacy,
traffic jams, can’t work from home,
boss demands, tell his where to go,
just goes on, the price we must pay,
comes a time you must get away!

I want to go off,
let this thing blow off,
the stress

A Quantum Singularity

A Quantum Singularity (c) by the Entangled Pair 2025
 
A quote from a poem I wrote in 1963 called 'Syntropy':

'That which is not being synergetic must be becoming entropic. There is no middle ground'.

A Quantum Singularity (c) by the Entangled Pair 2025

Me:
Being synergistic, the whole of us surpasses the sum of our parts. Love that,

The second law of thermodynamics

I saw the second law of thermodynamics
loosely applied to my ceramics.
A tremor knocked my statue of Jesus to the floor,
and now He doesn't have a head anymore.
And the devil is in ecstatics.

THE OTHERSIDE

There's always the otherside
of something so beautiful
somehow, it always finds me
Crashing like a storm
Drenching me with sorrow
Slamming me back to the place
I hardly belong
Pull me out
Bring me peace
It's too much chaos here
I cannot breathe...

From Chaos to Order

At first Chaos became from void borne,
And it stirred the primordial mass,
Before Earth or the Sea or the Sky,
Had a reason to moan or comply,
Then did emerge Ananke above,
Who did give a primordial shove,
Become inevitable to change,
So, the Earth and the Sky be arranged,
And then father time emerged from muss,
Fair Ananke said that there is

Quiet Turns

Each morning drifts like mist—
soft, uncertain,
but somewhere in its hush,
I feel the weight
of something turning dark nearby.

I once imagined
this place would be still,
that the walls would not echo
with things unsaid.
But peace, it seems,
is not something we always share.

Patterns repeat—
whispers circling like wind in a cage.
The days loop like shadows
on the same old path,
a wheel that

Cranium Composure Compromised

Calendar commences, conviviality,
kids kvetch knishes cold,
cantaloupe crappy,
kids constantly crunching cookies,
cake, candy.
Could kayaking, canoeing, camping
in Canada cure cantankerous
children's contention?
Can caddying at the country club
conquer kid's complaining?
chaos could conduce calamity,
kindred claiming complete cuckoo-ness,
summer sanity-stealing s'mores scavengers!

The Chirp with in the Chaos

On my plate, I get to taste new things,
Every day—flavors that life brings.

Sometimes it's healthy, sometimes a mess,
At times I bloom, at times—distress.
I feel ruptured, torn apart,
When it’s finally my turn to start.

Oh! The fight between my heart and mind,
Oh! The silence and the violence entwined.

For ease, we chase some clever trick,
Like knowing "ominous" means

Infinite World

Infinite world, my only escape.
Infinite world, the life I hate.
My hand is cramping as I write.
But I don’t care. I still fight.
The lead is scraping paper thin,
Slicing air with every spin.
Infinite world, my one place.
Infinite world, my only safe space.
My pencil was once unused,
Unmarked, clean, and unbruised.
My hand was once unsure,
Quiet, soft, and insecure.
Not that

Beautifully Unplanned

When an ordinary day becomes the unexpected,
The hours turn into a rush, and get connected.
I turned my head to find who stood there,
Our eyes met—something rare

I didn’t give anything that hinted at chaos,
Didn’t give a little smile, just raised my eyebrows.
Ignoring someone, shaking my head—
Not now, I’m done being bled.

But you’re the one giving me

Things may not be quite as they seem

There is order to my chaos
an urgency to make things right
I have ambitions I can taste
dreams that must be set in motion
once I see the morning light

There is order some my chaos
a plan when all you see is madness
I fear that I’ll run out of time
I long to leave my affairs most orderly
A fine book

Hustler

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Burning wild,
chaos grips my bones,
grinding sharp,
breaking free—
shards of dreams ignite the dark,
I rise through the storm.

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ANIMAL CHAOS

Dogs barking loudly,
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