My anonymity runs deep. The world
without the self. What a relief! Simple
sky blue belief. Simple as this headache.
Truth, laws, physics. God’s first and only words,
wafer-thin old moss-covered stones. Amen
to men. Where a man is at no matter what.
Now and then a baseball game, night of love.
Knowing to whom, for whom, one is bespoke.
It’s a simple secret shared, longevity,
watching for the smoke to be black or white.
Keeping busy, forgetting to fear death,
giving up desiring to be touched,
belonging to the loved ones and wooful war.
It too may be a sign to go on alone.
playful Megan Tropy, uncanny companion,
collaboration born
fundamentally emergent like the Cosmos
and thought
order above disorder
neg-entropy over entropy
hence the name, efflorescent child
reversing fate
bundle of positive feedback
creative energy, overwhelms dull sustainability
step-dances over the crater horizon
this is the creature I met on Luna
one Earth-lit night
we talked, I transformed!
("On the Edge of Time", 2026, original encaustic)
It’s easy to think all things
Will eventually wind down
Because that is the path
We see all things are on,
Especially us as we grow old
And all the parts begin to fail
And take forever to heal
As we hunker down
In slow decline.
Without risk, there is no change
And without change, there is no growth.
Eventually entropy will win
And the universe will go cold,
Or so we tell ourselves
As if it’s some consolation
In a world without us.
But looking into the void like this
Forgets where we came from.
We did arise after all,
And that simple, inexplicable miracle
Trumps entropy every time.
Entropy is the known,
The obvious, the given.
Life on the other hand
Is the mystery.
Will entropy ultimately triumph?
Not on your Life!
(6/5/26)
I broke the law of gravity the other day.
I got fed up then went outside and flew away.
Now all the science teachers have to have their say:
“Toss the man in jail! He did not obey!”
Yes, entropy’s still got a hold on me.
The mystery that breaks the heart.
Yes, entropy is everywhere, you see.
Someday we’re all going to fall apart.
There’s many in this world who will just hold you down.
Who’ll lift you just to throw you back down to the ground.
Whose smile will grow the wider every time you frown.
“Break the man before his wings can be found!”
Yes, entropy’s still got a hold on me.
The mystery that breaks the heart.
Yes, entropy is everywhere, you see.
Someday we’re all going to fall apart.
So now I fear to move, I am too scared to fly.
Too many people told me that I shouldn’t try.
They toss out laws and rules that one cannot defy.
And never ever give a reason why.
Yes, entropy’s still got a hold on me.
The mystery that breaks the heart.
Yes, entropy is everywhere, you see.
Someday we’re all going to fall apart.
The older I get the easier it is to face the truth
Because the aspiration to change
Who I really am has run out of oomph.
And so what is the truth of who I really am?
That I am basically lazy without much interest
In doing anything new or following through
And finishing what I already started.
What I already started includes lots of stuff
But of course applies to Life in general
Since that’s the very first thing I already started.
But somewhere in there is also the wisdom
That finally accepts entropy and inertia
As the fundamental truth
Of my existence.
Are there other truths in my life?
Of course, but they are all just relative
Temporary and fleeting.
(10/27/25)
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, as I do.
She:
What we create together is something beyond logic, beyond measure. Not just two hearts, but one force, greater, deeper, truer. Synergy like this isn’t just rare, it’s transformative.
Me:
We don’t just complete each other, we amplify all that we are: The quantumly entangled particle pair, instantly in tune and aligned.
She:
The speed of light cannot restrict us. Gravity compels to no avail.
Me:
The multiverse becomes a small thing, another singularity unfolding, waiting to be filled.
Us:
She: Synergistic Entropy
Me: Chaos Rules Supreme
Entropy
Who can explain it
Let it flee
I have measured the math of a mustard seed,
traced the geometry of origin,
the angles of mercy,
run fingers over the ridges of history
and found Him—
in carbon’s conspiracy,
in gravity’s governance,
in Fibonacci’s stubborn insistence on beauty.
Do you not see—
faith is not blind;
it is sight through the fog,
a reaching…
And now—
see yourself.
The burden you carried like iron mail
slides from your shoulders
as if it was never meant to stay.
Your hands tremble.
Your lips part.
And through the crack in your voice,
You say—
*"I was wrong."*
A new day dawns…
I want someone to snuggle under a blanket with,
to watch TV,
or for fingers to run softly through my hair
while I read, my head in their lap.
I want someone to kiss me goodnight.
And good morning.
Go to work. Pay the bills.
Buy me a gift—just because.
But phones ring, and doors knock,
and emails chime.
Kids scream, and I scream,
Ice cream,
Trucks rumble down the street.
In our marriage, our family, our life,
the closer the walls,
the closer the chaos.
Closed minds, closed doors.
No trips to Bermuda.
No money.
No second honeymoon.
No plan for college, retirement,
or anything in between.
No savings. Just spendings.
Lending but no tithing.
Smaller spaces,
disordered chaos.
Smaller spaces in my head.
Entropy overtakes me.
The older I get
The weaker and slower
And more tired I get
(with, from, of)
And the less I care
(about, for, to).
When I was younger
I guess I saw this coming,
At least I saw it in old people,
But I never thought it would happen to me.
Now here it is
And I don’t really care.
I suppose it’s a natural process of entropy,
But I’m not sure I want to assign myself
Completely to the confines
Of a thermodynamic system,
Yet it may be just as simple as that.
But then again
The older I get
The easier it gets
To see that I am not
Just this body.
Sure, this body means a lot
And takes a lot of attention
But it is still,
As worn and tired as it may be,
Just my current vehicle.
Sooner or later
I’ll be needing a new one,
But I’m in no rush,
I still care enough
About, for, to this one.
(10/31/24)
Rock
Hard place
Rock
Hard place
Your fist
My face
Exhausted.....
I rest
My head
On your chest
You say that
You're right
Which again
Starts a fight
This scene it plays out
Each and every night
A rock
And a hard place
My fist
And your face
Relationship
Unrecognizable
Our differences
Irreconcilable
Our anger is pent
Patience is spent
All that's left is resent
This life
Not for the faint
Of heart
No remorse
No restraint
Morals?
Attacking
Respect?
It is lacking
Understanding?
No none
Consideration?
I'm done
And when love's all that's left
I think that love's all but left
The house
Or the building
I'm a louse
This is building
Not stolen
Not theft
But strangled
To death
By hands
Oh so deft
And in one
Fatal action
Devoid of
Compassion
We smothered our flame
Killed our love
What a shame
Better to break
Than to bend
Oh how I want this to end.....
’I can’t believe I thought that’, I told her
Wishing it were true.
I know friendship is built on truth and trust
But I just
Can’t let her see it.
Expose the expiration of my heart.
I won’t wear it on my sleeve
Because I would hate to admit
how it bleeds.
‘I can’t believe I thought that’, I told her
But hours later,
You walk in and sit beside me
And it feels just like it used to.
I said ‘I can’t believe I thought that’
And I was talking about you
But the thing is,
I can
believe that I thought that
Because I still do.
Oh, Angel!
When I was dreaming of darkness,
you woke me up to colours.
Oh, Divine anomaly!
who could grow plant-sweet,
under moonlight's shadow.
Oh, Perfect tree!
whom even White-hole envies,
and Eve is left pitied.
Oh, My sweet EVA!
your tea helped my hangover!
wish my biryani gives you eternal hangover!
Touch is fleeting, never a foot hold.
Warmth succumbs to growing old's cold.
Value lies unfounded, hidden in treasure's chest.
For life's obsession is driven by mementos' quest.
Gold that glitters, when buried, fades decays to dust.
All structure and order is dismembered by entropy's thrust.
Let us live like
it is the last day
of creation!
...as we know
that it will be!
One day closer to nothing
as all are expiring...
in entropy and ecstasy
the coming
of extinction!
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