The Dissolution of a Condensed Thought
A pure idea turned briefly into a body made of glass,
Caught in the very instant it began to tear apart,
While time froze solid on the edges of its fragile shape,
A whole universe held in the palm of one dead moment.
A black spine grows at the center, like a root burned black,
It is its own reflection, a snake swallowing its tail,
Its vertebrae are questions that keep turning back on themselves,
A tower of darkness leaning on the void, gone silent.
And above, a yellow sphere burns quiet as a sun,
It is the core of truth, its last living claim,
Its light bleeds slowly through the shapes now coming undone,
An egg of fire hatching the death of its own glow.
All the rest is fog that has forgotten how to exist,
Outlines fading out, like dreams at memory's first light,
Matter turning gently back into the thought that made it,
An echo dying out in the room where it was born.
And I watch the idea unravel into a thousand shadows,
The crystal dissolving back into the air it came from,
Only the yellow sphere remains, an eye still holding on
To the memory: once a thought, then matter, then nothing at all.
A great tome, telling
A tale most ancient.
Here, Earth-displayed. Here, for it
Start to finish, dawn, dusk-lit
Soft, softer heart-bent.
Ever opened. Brought
Alive, foot-thumbing.
As if with arms held out wide
For author, life's own inside
His own to feel meant.
In ancient Egypt paharoh waxed wroth.' For he was there god... Such was his boast.' Until from
The rushes came a man, who'd accept no kings bull
Only Yahweh's plans.' His spirit God filled, so plauges came a'plenty.' Pharoah took ten big hits
Moses got on his toes, and off with those
Isrealites; he surely lit.'
Awakening humanity.' Struggling within the breadth and depth of possibility's revelling in those possibility's and also an
Obstinancy.' Blood-soaked actions stoking their reality wanderers all' Lost leaders exploring so much iniquity bursts of good; with some intensity! Travelling in orbits so
Habitually. Builders of edifices in great vanity' until redemption through the veil of flesh; to humanity.' By God
Good Father and intervetionally, in records; and at places
Known historically.' We can follow direction to equanimity'
To Love of all by His path to unity.. No competing teachings.. Some of religiousity.? combine of all factors
Universally, other volumes speak of gaining peace by violence? and volitillity.' In divisivness and opressivity."
By opting children into marriage or co'habitation.. There
Is also taught' forced subjection and much rapicity.!
An ant
never says
“I can’t”
Grasshoppers
dream up
whoppers
singularity
to seething mass of plasma
cosmos comes awake
vast galaxies are formed
trillions of planets are born
existence awaits
from giant black holes
to minute quarks changing state
all is just a phase
Book One -- Dr. Manette's stricken
Pace quickens...
Book Two -- Monseigneur's predictions
Plot thickens...
Book Three -- Revolution kicks in
Guillotine sickens
Denouement -- Dueling vixens
Crucifixion
Characterization -- Miss Pross is no chicken
Major Criticisms -- Slim pickens
Critics' Rating - Timeless fiction
Book & Author -- Tale of 2 Cities ~ Charles Dickens
Once upon a time a hare challenged a turtle to a race.
A fox was appointed to establish the time and the place.
The hare made sport of the turtle's lumbering pace,
Saying, "I'll give you a head start so that you can save face!"
The race began and the hare became bored and lay down for a nap,
But the turtle plodded on since he was a determined old chap.
The hare woke with a start and not seeing the turtle in view,
Brushed the sleep from his eyes and away he flew!
He saw the turtle nearing the finishing line,
And mused, "No sweat! Everything will be fine!"
But old mister turtle crossed the line with a flair,
Out'fox'ing the hare and winning the race by a 'hare!'
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
Condensed pain in eye
spent in tears
when i glance at it
it started melting.
Dull eyes hides
in itself, nature's
purest gem- the tears
gentler than dew.
They are hidden
never to be seen
but when a person cry
they come out to console.
eyes of happiness
and eyes of pain
are selfsame with
saline dew.
proves happiness and sadness
the two imposters but the same
all other senses lie
but not the eye.
- Akash Sangwan
He can't even run his own life, I'll be damned if he'll run mine.
It's a mother-(CENSORED)er, being here without you.
I really wanna know ya lord, but it takes so long my lord.
Killin' me softly with his song, tellin' my whole life with his words.
May the Good lord shine a Light on you.
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Jonathan Edwards – Sunshine
Eels - It's a Mother-(CENSORED)er
George Harrison – My Sweet Lord
Roberta Flack – Killing Me Softly
Rolling Stones – Shine A Light
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Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world...... Grateful Dead
Milk
Swim
Struggle
Sink
Splash
Bubble
Thick
Solid
Stuck
Stress
Struggle
Hard luck
Heat
Cry
Felt
Struggle
Butter
Melt
Your voice, more soothing than birds in song,
Your eyes, deeper than the deepest seas,
Your hands, more gentle than you are strong,
Your lips. more inviting than all of these.
For you I'd give up life in its own,
Or relive those years when I was tossed and thrown.
I wish you were with me, tonight at all cost,
If you are not mine, then all hope is lost.
The hope that subsided with fire and ice,
My heart has been broken up far more than twice.
And I fear that I no longer have pieces to give,
For I too need some fraction to live.
For you I would travel the world, climb the highest hill,
Because you are the greatest, and greater still.
Time Condensed
Time Condensed
Poetry ( O ) pen
( H ) eart
Love ( P ) oetry
Heart ( L ) ove
H ( E ) art
Trust ( A ) we
Truth TRU( S ) T
Awe LOV(E) OH PLEASE
These words of love eye give to ewe in lieu of kiss.
These words are penned instead of the
Three thousand words of cahtter that eye would espouse
If eye could have all of ewe time every moment of ewe day
This is tTtime condensed.
TRUTH is NOT left out.
Truth equals TRUST and comes to me
Every time eye read a poem that ewe send.
Time Condensed.
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