The ancient alchemists truly had the right ideas,
With knowledge in science, philosophy and mysticism.
They pursued a recipe for a phenomenal universal elixir
Which would cure all our un-eases.
Or spiritual enlightenment for all.
But I think the most fascinating critical thinking
Is the idea that this chemist of sorts,
Could take a base metal like lead,
And somehow miraculously transform it to gold.
So, weird, surreal and remarkable, outside of the box!
Then time moves on and ideas that sounded
Ridiculous get recycled and rehashed.
Their misinformed unscientific theories,
Somehow, make it full circle.
Today we know they were on to something.
All they needed back then was to create a nuclear reaction
In a particle accelerator like the large Hadron Collider.
But although the idea is solid
The amount of energy it takes to create
The smallest little bit of unstable gold.
I think going forward our energy may be best spent.
Seeking their other endeavor
Spiritual Enlightenment!
5-9-25
recorded from the achives of the
Large Hadrone Collider
Acheivement:
Lead was tranformed into Gold.
The exact moment wasn't specified.
But the acheivement through temperary
was acheived
in the 27 mile under grouhnd facilty
under France..........
.La tension entre prostituées est un processus
qui crée des tensions entre prostituées ou prostituées.
Pour diviser leurs intérêts, peut-être se sépareront-elles.
Target Audeince.. is 21 and over
it's a roughly english speaking audeince
that find certain items in this genre fasinating.
a'Tha 'immanence' direc experience of the being or
force responsible for the creation and
maintenance of the universe
lailara harmony
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I might sing Concerto
to a well rehersted sound
I must sing Concerto
I must sing Concerto
A song
a Song
a beautiful song
the sound so sweet and clear
the words a lyricail bliss
endearing to those
far and near
a song
a song
a wonderful song
sung for
the world to hear
I must sing Concerto
for the world to hear!
l
A bluebird came streaking violently out of Central Park,
it blurred over the lanes of traffic towards 220.
I flinched in anticipation of the impact,
but at the last second it darted directly up,
as if caught in a sudden wind current.
“Did you see that?” I asked Lisa.
She didn’t, her phone was jiggling.
My boyfriend left yesterday
He had to leave before New Year’s eve!
he has to work and cannot play
he finally gets to run the hadron collider
go get em’ tiger
but I’ve decided
you can’t fight the zeitgeist
that when the cats away
the girls will have their day.
Someone start the music please,
because it’s NEW YEARS Eve!
Happy New Year’s Eve everyone!
.
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Songs for this:
There goes my baby by Kelly Jones
Back on the chain gang by the pretenders
ghosts haunted the room walls,
they seen us do the crime,
time passes with each line,
nightfall to daybreak early call.
worm for the early bird,
shovel and spade,
if they ask plead the third,
we knew about the raid.
placid the face of a blind man,
daredevil hearing a tune.
corpses hunger for their monger,
graffiti on a speechless tomb.
war is not the answer,
the solution is not cancer,
core of a nuclear winter,
momentum of a collider splinters.
black hole warps the fabric,
the shirt of a hillside maverick,
painted blue with memories
old times of lasting rhymes.
where did the palm spring
gather information on dreams
for the wishing well to run dry,
where was I_?
In a lattice-lit dorm room sits a writer.
A discarded chemistry book lies beside her.
because ideas are hitting off her, like a collider.
Why does writing make her feel alive-er?
Cause it helps sort out the feelings inside her?
Repose is something grinding-study denies her.
Now, rhyming isn't her primary desire
the connections form, almost, despite her
poetry’s at it best when it comes unaware
“Oh,” she thinks, like we’re going there?
What she writes might eventually be shared
with that awareness she vowels with care
picking words when they seem the ripest
shaping phrases like some sort of stylist
she may be less of a poet than a typist
Her default is to narrative - like you read in novels
cause let’s face it - cold-poetry is as dead as vaudeville,
as buried as silent movies, letters and opera,
have I come to dig up Caesar, like a fossil?
.
.
cold = straight up
Just because we can
Do you really think we should
Does this meddling with nature
Really do the world any good
One eccentric particle
Escaped gravity’s grip
Flew the Hadron Collider
On a short lasting trip
Across the multiverse
On a zig-zag track
Clocks struck twenty eight
The calendars turned back
For just a brief instant
The world spun twice as fast
Causing a contradiction
That just couldn’t last.
But these exotic particles
Just don’t exist for long
And in the blink of an eyelid
It had vanished and gone.
The contradiction resolved
The clocks struck four
And the world’s revolution
Returned to normal once more.
In the Hadron Collider, unaware
A particle had briefly flown free
The supervisor and staff
Sipped their afternoon tea,
Creation’s full of mad molecules
We don’t know or understand
Should the Large Hadron Collider
Be shut down and banned.
I accidently let one loose today
I've cooked earth's goose its fair to say
I won't pretend it wasn't me
Soon it'll be clear for all to see.
Who even knew that was a containment field
and an innocent stumble would cause it to yield
its inhabitant singularity
was a well kept secret evidentially.
Til I let it go - chased it thru the door
- hole in one - then thru the floor
Two of the little buggers headed for the roof
they can multiply I have the proof.
Mathematical joy they did perform
Arcing thru cars, pipes, sieving up a storm
flickering jolts of fiery light
following their orbiting trailing delight.
So many now - not long to wonder
til earth's a faulty falling colander.
So, sorry for the whole untidy mess
But I did front up and confess.
Hadron Collider Cleaner
Written 8th July
For Charles Messina Contest
I accidentally let one Loose
mini visors
providers
of
who
cypher
clone me another
forced lover
souls cover
discreet
sheets
sewn
me
complete
boomerang
kisses that defeat
fly me around your moon
breathe beyond consumed
meeting me
in
the
presence while here
never quite left there
surrounding fear
willing to share
loves collider
collected
blinding
sewing
mini visors
?
Wayne a weasel with a mission
from the future
billions of
years of
evolution
man has light ships
and transcended time
into the upper clouds of
Jupiter and
the warm seas of Europa
earth’s animal population
took over all nations
intelligence and speech
swept over all and they
governed the globe to
create their Garden of Eden
repaired all or most of
mankind’s
blunders
oil spills
landfills and
plastic laden air
some were even so bold
as to foolishly try and fix the old
and travel far back in time through a generated worm hole
Wayne the weasel and
Capt. J. Henry Mole
were sent to
try and stop a collider
from making all those miniature
black holes
The Large Hadron Collider was built deep beneath the Earth
to help reveal the secrets of the Universe's birth.
I'm not quite sure what benefits this expensive research brings
but I wish that they would give answers to more important things-
Like, when you're in a rush, why all the traffic lights are red,
why every night the missus takes up four-fifths of the bed.
If love has got no spikes or blades, why does it often hurt?
And how does boiled beetroot know you're wearing a white shirt?
So, Scientists, splitting a proton just to find what it unlocks,
maybe in the black hole you'll find a pile of my odd socks?
Don't trouble me with your sacrosanct fetish for god.
Your arrogant conclusions,despotic delusions and
child like confusions are an anathema to me!
Blind faith hiz nae place in ma existence,
where a live catechism is ma king and provider,
the holy spirit a large hadron collider.
DANCE OF THE PARTICLES
In their Quark mass attributes
and their lofty Spin pursuits,
Comes the new Cute particles
with their Charmed quarked articles.
Will they be Strange in a life that's long?
Is Truth and Beauty their new song?
Are they a Charm or is that wrong?
What can you show us by Hadron?
What's the recipe or math
In this CERN Collider bath?
One Beauty, one Strange, and one Down quark,
that weigh, align, and spin, and spark.
Six times more Massive than any Protons,
is the new weight for two new Baryons;
the building blocks of all known things,
planets, people, and machines.
New Baryons short lived, break into smaller pieces,
in this dance that never ceases.
Little bits we never see,
now described as quarks b, s, and d.
Their secret math showed their existence.
All known tests put up resistance.
Then the Hadron pushed them near
and showed new Baryons crystal clear.
Edlynn Nau
A Merciless Life By Robert Denton (June 2015)
I have walked a merciless life.
Bombed and battered with precision.
From my childhood to middle age strife.
To have free will is not my decision.
Bombed and battered with precision.
But death is still death regardless of technology.
To have free will is not my decision.
In this reckless war fought with psychology.
But death is still death regardless of technology.
Our planet is in a state of de-evolution.
In this reckless war fought with psychology.
Corporate advertisement is this worlds pollution.
Our planet is in a state of de-evolution.
With the hadron collider and travel through space.
Corporate advertisement is this worlds pollution.
Planned depopulation, just to save face.
Bombed and battered with precision
From my childhood to middle age strife.
To have free will is not my decision.
I have walked a merciless life.
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
When Soda Pops
Under pressure from thermonuclear devices
Or at CERN when the hadron collider gave birth to a baby black hole
We come to find it could get worse
Soda pops are there so I don’t care
That’s all that matters on the matter
Genome of the disease-transmitting tsetse fly are mapped right now
More asteroids are headed our way…..someday….
But it’s ok
Soda pops are also on their way.
Planets form without our knowledge….or permission I might add
In the news; Chernobyl birds exposure to radiation, adapt to ionization,
their (pheomelanin, a pigment in feathers), have some problems today they say
But the birdies are doing just fine
And that’s just great
I’ll have a pop to celebrate
On April 25th. this year a 'brown dwarf' star was found
At 7.2 light-years away
We must be neighbors
Let’s have a soda anyway
Volcanos are always on the move
Be thankful they can’t fly or drive
If I drink more coffee, I’ll read more news
They’ll tell about some cancer blues
So I’ll sit right here and drink more soda for my thirst
And conjure up more verse…..I mean, it could be worse
Than soda pops
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