SIGNIFICANT EXPERIMENTS
possible
ornamental
aphorisms
torment
inherent
ordiliness
with
incoherent
apprehensive
conventional
dissonance
problematically
formulated
in
desultory
preoccupations
underlying
undreamed
fungal
possibilities
When night is at its darkest
and sleep evades capture.
Its then crying starts.
Not cries of pain
nor cries of shame
No it is cries of loss
desolation and heart wrenching loss.
I have no knowledge of why
no answers as to the cause.
My heart is torn assunder
My soul in constant wonder.
Liars to confuse and divert
hiding truths too horrible
hoping we belive and forget
be awake to double dealers
Know the truth defy the experiments.
Andrew Provan McIntyre. 01/02/2026.
Einstein had his mathematical
Thought Experiments,
as did Bucky Fuller.
Eisenstin has our cooperative economics
feeling sacred Win/Win CoInvestments,
as did Jesus of multicultural New Nazareth
and Gautama traveling Buddha.
We all naturally have spiritual Thoughts
with natural organic Feelings,
experiments and curiosities
polyculturally ecopolitical
scientifically noticing ecological systemic empowerment
regenerates
religiously poly-theological enlightenment
through compassion stories
and nonviolent principles of secular health purpose
with sacred green wealth meaning.
shapes
diffused
on a grand
scale
imprints
of identity
iconoclastic
symbols
in random
visual melodies
nouvelle
realism happenings
by
living brushes
of incandescent
impregnations
vibrant
traces
in the
blue
azure
of
powdered
pigment
abstractions
That mind doesn't bother,
That mind isn't afraid.
He just wonders
How can a new theory be made.
He doesn't care about the king,
Just goes on.
He is born with wings
And certainly, he will be long gone.
He talks of something unusual,
But he is good and kind.
Always makes strange conclusions
Because he is a great and genius mind.
That mind is unique
And he always wants to stay alone.
He is treated freak
And never perfectly known.
His experiments are lunatic,
But experiments' consequences are advantageous.
His way of living is not dramatic,
He is courageous and sometimes behaves outrageously.
He isn't free from thoughts,
He has many things to find.
In return, nothing he has ever got,
Because that's the karma of genius mind.
He does things at full blast
Because he is blessed with high intelligence.
He forgets about his successful pasts,
And works on not to earn chastises.
He is passionate for results
And keeps infatuation for something new.
Despite all sort of insult
He will raise his point of view.
Innocent as a child
And never stays behind.
Curious like a wild
Because of his bright and genius mind.
Anything or any being is not for nothing
Everything or every being bears self significance
What does a mountain or a river do?
What does an ant or a tree do?
What does a man or an angel do?
What does a star or a stone do?
The seen and thought of everything and every being
At own duty are related at a point,
From the experiments of water or human circle
From the experiments of things’ joint and separation
Atom and molecule are found
The separation of a bone from a being
The separation of every atom from the bone
There the point of relation is experimented,
Atom and molecule are on motion and relation
Even at a particle’s joint and separation.
Poaching on the brooding landscape
you crashed while scaling the flame.
A togetherness became a half-truth.
How troubled
I had been for basics.
Then shifting loyalties for petty things
you were holding up my soul,
and I did not move with the changing times.
For the rivers
to walk with green trees.
If the words had the answers
to rebel against the eternal guilt,
to beat the death with pain.
Fighting
for the faded truths.
My experiments with lies will continue!
SATISH VERMA
I washed away all dryness.
All chalky memory.
All weaker flames.
Crawling through my dark
I made mistakes and more mistakes.
I was lit through slitting swirls of the wonders of all mothers.
I was taken into broad, green laughter.
Creeping towards the source
I felt the warmth on my own face
And saw a world to be unashamed of.
I made mistakes
And have returned to recount them.
This foreign sound, decoding, from my tongue
Of Love's Ancient Glory.
These new experiments
I have sought.
Medical experiments are insane.
Stop inflicting suffering and pain.
It's no excuse that you can.
Operate on an animal for the benefit of man.
To torture a rat, no good will come of that.
To kill a monkey, is not funny.
All life is sacred, in the end.
Destroy it, and you will be condemned.
They have a right to live.
Without the pain you give.
Out of this, no good will come.
For the good of man, say some.
I say. STOP it now.
TO-DAY.
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