We were at first hopeful in finding a logical solution.
By blazing through all the impossibilities.
So that all that are left are the improbabilities.
But as all the causes are withered away one by one…
I am forced to cycle through them again.
Each night, I fall asleep to my ideas trailing off...
Until morning, when my mind feels more scattered than ever.
We were at first hopeful in finding a logical solution.
And although there may be one out there…
For now, the only realization I have come to…
Is that having resolve is only wearing me down.
So I reluctantly put away my lists and scribbles.
And focus on patience.
And remember that even if we discover a horrible answer-
At least I will have a reason to grieve.
O my life! Change thy colour not
O my life! Escort me just as I walk
Why do you abandon me every day?
Why my eyes don’t stop raining day after day?
O my life! Change thy colour not
Why do the improbabilities knock at my door every day?
Why do they unbolt the doors of their own dwelling?
Despair breathes in my breaths every moment
My heart houses the world of suspicion
O my life! Stop the speeding chariot of time
Why do you abandon me every day?
Why my eyes don’t stop raining every day?
What have I done to deserve this?
Why is my soul deprived of a profound bliss.?
O my life! Change thy colour not.
Hamida Yamin, Sintra, Portugal 25/ 04/16
The
girl
borrowed
trouble from
future world full of
improbabilities that meant
the cat she brought to us and we gave her milk and soup
must be a fizzy ,fuzzy, improbable creature back to past to lap up our milk.
That day, the sky delineates the beauty of a golden dusk,
The dusk which shed the azure of a day,
The dusk which seduce the earth to picked up her shadow upon the moonlit,
To the dear night she sang,
Chanted about the grief of a daylight,
Wrapped neat the anxiousness within the side of a jaded soul,
Shush the wishsong when the world began to burke,
That day, in the hubbub sense tucked a prayer,
A prayer with all improbabilities of a reality,
A prayer with all of the naivete,
Is the prayer in her desire to have a pair of impossibilities,
A pair of wings,
A human being who literally could not set down the sky with her bare feet,
A gifted creature with the remarkably things around her yet full of limitations,
A naive prayer but able to bring tiny grin on that day,
That day, that single beauty returned to her essence as a needy creature who craved for the existence of the almighty
... pffft... blows long hair away...
from the eyes as she gently, ever so
moving slow, inserts home grown,
self sewn, Text.mex.i.flux.... there.
... pffft... damn hair, needs a cut.
Will it fit? This crystal duck...?
Into the bit, just a turn and a tuck...
Just a flux.Ca.pacitator... self created
by this Creator, to fit the ship.
Standing hands on hips... near the switch.
~Did it fit?
"Well..." She say....
Warp drive to improbable, possible
improbabilities, which sound extra.
ordinarily possible to the Boss, are
most likely at sum cost but not loss.
Is my calculation.
~Is that YOU? Houston? No problem.
Just a girl with some bootes on,
little music blaring strong,
Sherlock, on her arm...
Ms.Tree.us smile... or was that mile?
~SOL.a.Lite!
You're quite right!
... pffft... blows long hair away...
from the eyes as she gently,
ever so softly replies...
This crystal flies. Without a vent.
;) ~Quack~ lol~
revisited....
there are apparently, some here not familiar with fluxCapacitators and holoducks! ;)
http://www.123exp-fantasy.com/star-trek/
"Live Long. And Prosper"
Says my honey....
lol!!!!