When you're framed for a murder you didn't commit,
and you're being asked to answer for it,
and the judge has asked a jury to sit,
and you're hoping that they will be split,
but you know that you'll soon be strung up,
or, possibly, electrically lit up,
just scream to yourself, "Wake up, wake up, wake up!"
1-5-25______________1-25-25
125_________________525
21__________________105
3___________________15
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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!
Side-walk treks along concrete ribbons.
Listening to the passing cars,
to the slipstreams of travelling minds,
their encapsulated lives
humming electrically just as mine.
I don't know this part of the city,
people in my neighborhood
tell of dark days and violent nights
in this borough.
Maybe I should whistle,
stuff hands in pockets,
as if I had a gun,
or a bible?
Occasional smiles
as folks swing-on by,
even the kids are happy,
to be just where they are.
This walk is leading me onward,
and if I get more lost
than I am now,
I shall have found my way
into, a better roadmap
of myself.
There my dear
Gentle bender of my heart's light
We both saw one another true
I saw in you a regal blue
We both saw a fluent brew
You are a majestic rose
And no one knows
Disguised as a flower
I read every velvet petal
A secret book
A luminescent love story
Your floral mannerisms
Are comely and fluid
Your spirit is electrically warm
Tender is the life
Then at that time
Does death extends its harm?
And at the end of life it does
Not pretend
A flower is still a flower at
The end it's a rose still a
Flower a rose
Poetry positively prolongs
More flare read on
Excellent enjoyment
Exceptionally electrically
Surreal surroundings
Poetry does that with professional
Precision poetry fragrance worth
Breaths of floral love Sigh Sigh
Polite insight of the bluest
Botanical Gardens known
With the spring of things
Poetry picking petals of
Unforgettable forget - me -nots
With indigo spots
Indigo Gardens indigo Roses
Watch the poses of the most
Fragrance filled floral patterns
Known which leaves one prone
To rose poems
Loyal to the Majestic Throne........
Of the Rose
Night yet nibbles at the light.
Hare and fox are seeking each other,
they know
how to be electric, sensitized
to their dependency,
their needs.
A man in a motel
awakes, stares at the ceiling,
reaches for his wife
hands exploring dead space.
He is no longer sensitized,
nor electrically linked to her
just the loss - just the need.
Standing outside, caught undercover.
Catching voltage in a Florida storm.
Seeing bright shock in the sky.
Feeling boom in my chest.
The allure of natural calamity
may be a dangerous arc,
which could lay my heart to rest, electrically.
But how do I resist a spark?
Does little lightning strike inside me?
Does thunder stoke my soul?
Is there a storm inside me that will
make me pay a toll?
Perhaps internal payment will buy
endurance against the the storm.
When, ohm wind, will the storm be past?
And true resistance realized, at last.
I’ll miss summer mornings on the lake.
Waking before sunrise to rooster-like loon calls.
Sipping coffee as the sky passes black to blue via orange,
the primordial seeming low, silver fog,
the first searing glints of reflected daylight
like bright angels announcing morning.
Jumping in that electrically cold water
and moments later - shivering
in the towel’s warm, comforting embrace
as the fresh day starts to warm.
My overcast mood broods. In a mental melee
across my mind’s skies, as far as the eyes can see,
maddened crowds of electrically charged thought-clouds prey
seized negative space surrounding the heart of me.
Across my mind’s skies as far as the eyes can see
brain-storms rise in cumulonimbus angst, roaming
seized negative space surrounding the heart of me
with flashing lightning jags. I seethe in my gloaming.
Brain-storms rise in cumulonimbus angst - roaming.
Blowing the chastised chasms of my blackened mind
with flashing lightning jags - I seethe in my gloaming
under dark emotions thundering and squall-lined.
Blowing the chastised chasms of my blackened mind,
‘I-should-have-known-better’ flared-up winds are fuming
under dark emotions thundering and squall-lined
seeking to shred your justifications looming.
I should have known better! Flared-up winds are fuming...
Maddened crowds of electrically charged thought-clouds prey
seeking to shred your justifications. Looming,
my overcast mood broods in a mental melee.
Susan Ashley
April 14, 2018
THE CHILL
I feel the chill of my backbone played
Like the opera phantom’s piano. Strange,
Each hair upon my arms, electrically charged.
As the storm lights up my moon-shaped face,
With hollow frightened crescent eyes,
Flickering something wicked, like
A jack-o’-lantern in the deep dark
Cavern of night. Another fearsome flash
Seems to linger and look at me. I scream.
But unlike my childhood dreams,
My mother’s not around to coddle me.
A thunderous eruption wrinkles the walls,
Felling a vainglorious painting to the floor.
And the ghostlike pale of face causes me to faint.
My knees knock together as I rise from the floor
And an oddly dressed woman places me once again
Upon the papered wall, awfully pretty with petite roses.
6/29/2017
Free verse
To hold my love in my palm
She creates flair from thin air.
To where should I send my cares
Fair share bathed in exotic perfumes
Made of all tenderness sprawled
Next to me.
Love spoiled Ecstasy slivers of
Pleasurable hex on me electrically
Exotic neurotic simultaneously
Softly touching and free
Say it gorgeously
She says I love you
And my ears bleed with a pleasure
Of careful measure
I see the words sit atop its throne
I am listless and still i dribble.
She then collects her careful
Somethings in a certain way
On a special tray and she
Whispers my name
She says I love you again
I stay in passion for my love.
I moan.
My heart jumped, my senses see,
In everything you confirmed what I believed,
Was different so important when same paved the way,
When the deepness of our souls had something to say,
What God brings forth that no man can touch,
The wisdom he imparts, he's ingrained into our hearts,
Knowing beyond knowing without knowing what's there,
The impulse at work, the electrically charged stare,
That wonders what it is about you, secrets start to unfold,
Placing everything in order beyond what is shown,
Only God can intermingle, and stir the pot,
The soup simmers for a while before boiling hot,
The ingredients are crucial otherwise the taste is gross,
The precise mixture brings on new moments of growth,
One can think, and feel, and impress without words,
The heartstrong that enables the plans to be heard,
Curiousity draws us in still yet while we can't see,
Who's lights were out, you or me?
Or both......
I scavenge for pressure points—
Press between ruled lines
My expressive probe,
Looking for literal nerves,
Meridians
Defining the direction
Of my poetry,
The resistance and flow of its current
Was I born to sleep,
Or be electrically charged,
Wired—
Magnetic pulses of activity—?
It is late night,
When I usually write—
Without a shrill, shadows silently come and go,
Nod—A suspended presence—
Not a word passing between us—
The air,
Tingly
Like sky and earth
Just before lightning bridges the gap—
There my dear.
Gentle bender of my heart's light.
We both saw one another true.
I saw in you a regal BLUE
WE both saw a FLUENT brew
You are a MAJESTIC ROSE
and no one knows.
Disguised as a flower
I read every VELVET petal
A secret book.
A luminescent LOVE story.
Your floral mannerisms are
So comely and fluid
Your spirit is electrically warm.
Tender is the life.
Then at that time does DEATH EXTEND
It's harm.
And at the end of life it does not pretend
A flower is still a flower at the end it's
A ROSE STILL A FLOWER A ROSE
i
take a
peek inside my
mind - animal happiness find
it’s beautifully identifiable intelligence - that
space - electrically bioelectrogenetically multidisciplinarianismic creativity place
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