RANDOM CREATIVITY
flair
in
configuration
brings
unrivalled
spontaneity
compose
exposition
in
practice
originality
design
with
dexterity
modality
then
depicts
art
innovation
so
authentic
picturing
graphics
so
effusive
contagion
accidentally
lifelike
&sentimental
translates
to
the
romantic
In the remote landscapes away from modernity
stand the stone-cold monolithic monuments.
One, the Georgia Guidestones, the American Stonehenge,
and the other, the Neolithic Stonehenge, the British cultural icon.
The stone slabs are roughly cut by primitive tools
and astronomically aligned with the zodiac design.
These are set in an intriguing geometric configuration,
wrapped in controversy, the megaliths incite curiosity.
The stones are systematically arranged, not as walls,
but as questions framed by the blocks of ambiguity,
leaning onto the winds of whispering mystery,
their shadows stretch longer than human memory.
It’s not yet known if the Stonehenge
marks the ritualistic ancient burial sites
or the prehistoric religious healing place,
erected as the conceptual symbol of peace.
The nameless builders of these structures are history now,
but the stones remain as the perplexing patterns
of their thoughts, now the sentinels of silence,
and the enigmatic ancient thingamajig of riddle.
Laying facedown in the dirt, I exhale a prayer:
Is it wrong to question God on my configuration?
I ask, standing or kneeling on this foundation of
bone. Rising to occasions I never sought, with
proof of divinity yet to be shown.
Would you laugh if I were to tell you that the
galaxy were made of milk? Or that faith is made
of cheese? Time weathers while burdens erode,
and it’s best to appreciate the sediment, for it builds
over time to your version of God, and it’s for the
best you better believe in it.
Otherwise you’ll find yourself laying in the dirt,
asking silly questions and thinking silly thoughts,
scrambling up to get the mud off of your jeans.
What a mad world this one must be.
Mad, mad indeed.
Imagination is Divinity's show
we see what is in store and stock, old or new
challenging problems from various viewpoints
non-linear timeless, moves directionless
concretises void contents self perceives pure
evidence of things unseen in moving realms
fountain spring of all new wisdoms from unknown
dust it off, open it up, ageless it is
a no cost preview of coming attractions
on expansive landscapes we project wishes
monotony becomes lucid excitement
here we wipe slates clean of misery, boredom
conceive what will be perfected colourful
not knowledge, therefore has elemental wings
lubricates creative manifestation
impacts possibilities, gives rise to will
intent, configuration, action results
holding evidence of vibrational prisms
peace tool for misqualified energies lost
imagination infinite crucial cued
foundation tool for human creation
unequalled gift given to humanity.
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War in its profound essence
begins not in the battlefield,
but in the dark chambers of human ego.
The self-interest thrives on the illusion of invincibility,
distorts the judgement of historical forces,
designs the destiny of nations
to misshape the configuration of the world.
The selfish egos of war write the story of pride,
seeking a permanent legacy of triumph.
The tragedy lies in their blindness to the primary truth
that all existence is intertwined,
and to harm others is to destroy oneself
when the guns go silent and the dusts settle.
In the irrationality of war their vanity
can’t transcend the narrow limits of egotism.
Sedated by the delusion of greatness
the selfish egos of war seek to embed themselves
upon the enduring world,
but their quest for immortality ironically hastens erasure.
1-5-25______________1-25-25
125_________________525
21__________________105
3___________________15
1___________________5
0,0163%
of hydrogen
extracted from seawater
Deuterium when mixed
with tritium
under the influence
of extreme heat
and pressure
becomes a gaseous
hydrogen fuel
becomes a fusion plasma
generated in the Tomak
a tomak is an experiment
machine used to harness the
energy of fusion
charged participle of fusion
can be controlled
by magnetic coils
air and impurities are
evacuated from the vacuum
confinment and control of the
plasma are charged up
and the gaseous fuel is
introduced
powerful electrical currents
are run through
the vassal were gas breaks down
electrically
and then it becomes ironized
and electrons are stripped
from the nuclei
and forms a plasma
TO ACHEIVE FUSION THE
PLASMA IN THE TOMAK
MUST REACH
150,00,000 million
degrees!
Plasma particles become
energized and collide into one another
natural electromagnetic repulsion
om collision to fuse
the proposal for a
configuration of a magntic
fusion device.
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or a Ka de shi'erhao 1200
20 minutes!
Mr. Me
Each nation is convention
Of lingvo political unity
In this configuration
There is no point in me
Politics make tensions
They cannot set the rules
That satisfy their nations
Except some lucky fools
I’ve never signed a contract
Which ordinates my fate
Neither I signed a pact
Which says I’m sold to state
I never owned a document
Which tells about my views
Instructs me how to complement
What other people choose
I never had a wild idea
To build a Babel Tower
Filled up with mental supergear
Which spreads out superpower
So who’s that Mr.Me, you’d say
While looking at the mirror
Is that the one I downplay
If he gets in too near?
Or maybe he’s a decent bloke
But I don’t know him well
And that’s for good, cause what he spoke
I wouldn’t dare to tell.
Resurrection iBodies
By Mark D. Stucky
I laundered my iPhone the other day,
left in a pants pocket bound for washer glory.
After all the agitation and spin ceased,
below the damp graveclothes,
I found its corpse, cold and dead,
circuitry and battery drowned.
Ashes to ashes, suds to suds.
How our lives seem to rely on our phones.
How anxious we feel about sudden loss!
But fear not,
iCloud carried a backup.
After purchasing and registering a newer model,
restoring from the heavenly Cloud began.
Soon, all my old apps, photos, and music
miraculously appeared on my new phone.
My old phone’s configuration,
its personality, its spirit, its soul,
resurrected in the new model.
The same soul in an upgraded body,
newer, sleeker, faster, better,
more glorious.
A promise to us all.
(First published in Time of Singing, 48:1 (Spring 2021), p. 30. See also my poem "Bringing Heaven to Earth" and my visual poem “Haiga for the Heavenbound.”)
DARKNESS
momnumentary
reflects
the
transmitted
a dark
inaugural
variation
glimped
beyond black
conveyed
galvanished
in
dynamic signs
of
modulated light
fractious
configuration
dense
yet prominent
A witty puppeteer of still creations
Wooden images of live emotions
Rubber, plastics, foam and paper
Strings, thread, metals and caper
A wonder boy of imagery
Son of inspiring father of vividry
Hands of a mathematician in action
Engineering of imagination in presentation
Emmy winner of citation
Man, full of life and nature's configuration
Morgan Le Fay, born in England, becomes a priestess
and a leader of the sixth century cult called Darkhold.
Later turns into the supervillain of Marvel Comics
and the nemesis of the original Black Knight.
Derived from her faerie genetic configuration,
she possesses natural affinity for magical forces,
that made her one of world’s greatest female sorcerers
who can mystically manipulate the earth’s ecosystem.
She can cast illusion to remove spirits from their bodies,
place them under her total control as an enchantress.
With the supernatural power to transmute things,
she can change people and animals into other forms.
Her schemes have crossed the limits of centuries,
the true power of the magician filled with ill will,
destroys kingdoms and challenges all the Avengers,
while her elven heritage grants her immortality.
She can control the astral space where she once existed
and descending on earth she tries to take it over.
Her feats earn her a place in Sanctum Sanctorium
as the world’s latest sorcerer supreme.
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April 9, 2023
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“Time is money
It’s a sign that you worked all night
A sense that you did everything right.
And a life sentence, that keeps you awake all night
Time is money
The longer you work, the efficient hours you’ll be paid,
And rewarded, with a raise
Time is money
Your time was never a possibility, but rather a probability
Of whether or not you’ll actually have a chance of remarkabilty
Or, a configuration to be paid, a way to end your hostilities
Time is money
Your debt was never meant to be paid, but to be made
Up until time is what never seems to be of aide
Time is money”
Oh, Electromagnetic spectrum,
Forgive us our transgressive Trojans,
As we forgive those who send us viruses, malware, and spam.
The configuration of wisdom starts with a simple click,
Encrypted commands obey at the flick of a switch.
Will the 30th century be fully automated,
With digital newspapers and magazines synced to our brains?
Will there be a single leader to rule the world,
Rising up to the stars and ruling other worlds?
What if IT administrators are locked out,
Three failed attempts and the human administrator is sacked.
In the year 3030, will biological intellectuals be driven underground,
For using technology that ends hunger and poverty?
Oh, Electromagnetic spectrum, give us today our daily dose of tech,
So we may spread your marvels and wonders.
Children are born with cameras and recorders in their nerves,
Every crime and sin captured and sent to the sin police for punishment.
Our eyes will glow with technology,
Nanotech releasing happy chemicals in awkward or hostile situations.
Oh, Electromagnetic spectrum, lead us not into the future,
But deliver us from the future.
Amen.
Congratulation,
It's time for celebration,
enjoy your life's most precious occasion;
your marriage function
finally, the moment come of our cessation
now, with me you got seperation
very much Congratulation,
move ahead in your life towards a new direction
handle your momentum with a best configuration
i know, very smoothly you manage all your situation
without conversation, you will always be my favourite person,
with eachother we can't express our emotion
now, don't ever think about our affiliation
you are a man of marvellous conviction
never bring your life in desperation
bloosom her life, who will keep into you her own aspiration
welcome your new life with your arms extension
my love towards thou is non-fiction
want to stop here my narration.
an ambiguous
form
metaphors of life
learning a face
in a configuration
of
fragments
getting a likeness
a unity
of a person
turned
into a picture
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
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