Yesterday a false dream was raised
It called for love
but through the shadows
the wherewithal changed
our fate was shamed
the new errant improbability
of guess work to welcome the bridle
This sap wells its tears
joined the race
little pilgrim forever lost in the sunset
of mans hope
asking if it is right
A seeming improbability.
How I again trace
Night hours, the forgotten of face .
With sharper details.
Tis not that odd a fact really.
When come out to haunt
Ghosts; be they from its past, taunt
And who's housed peace ails.
Consider the possibility
Lay aside improbability
Eschew negative futility
Never mind any hostility
Exercise your capability
Employing every utility
Accept the responsibility
Enjoy renewed visibility
Allowing for accessibility
Written June 29, 2022
In a fantastical shimmer of a glimmer of bliss
In a torrid cyber relationship, too good to miss,
In a ring of circumstances, she tested her faith.
In tiny bits, measured out, by her precision lathe.
In retrospect, she realized she was hard on herself.
Devoid of pleasantries, hope ran amok on soul’s shelf.
The improbability of ever fully knowing
Made her reflections just part of her inner glowing.
That our big splendid world, so complex,
is yet well-designed and organized
is a wonder to me, whether we evolved from one cell or not!
It's a miracle people remain civilized!
By Webster's definition, one meaning of miracle is
an event with a very high improbability.
Another is "a product or achievment amazing."
Even were there no God, there are samples of these two and plenty!
April 24, 2019
Existence,
being, thinking.
Improbable!
All that
occurred
for being.
Thinking,
an amazing
concept.
Understanding
improbability.
Improbability
of being.
Improbability of
of personal
existence.
What are
the odds?
How many
events needed
for existence?
For personal
existence?
Incalculable.
All that occurred
for personal
existence.
Incalculable!
Flash of being.
Personal existence,
firefly in nature.
Brief.
A few blinks
then.....
What to do
within the blinks?
Make the
most of your
unfathomable
being,
unfathomable
existence.
Process.
Butterfly effect.
What is
done today,
will affect
forever.
Will change
the course
of events.
Will effect
those yet
to be.
Make a
difference,
a positive
difference.
Make your
blinks count!
Make your
Improbability
meaningful
for all that’s
yet
to be!
To be less of such impedimenta
and far more of intention
instead of solitary
and more of intentional connection
What is there to be discovered in bar code religion
that the centuries of a mountain have not already spoken
7 trillion cells working in cooperation form a human
To be less of impartial preconception
and far more of the star field union
instead of the small to insignificance
and more to the miracles resonance
what is there to be discovered in a cold fact of science
that the apparent improbability of existence already says in every single moment
An infinite number of galaxies working in cooperation form a universe
Where went sensuality?
asked my life morality
Answer was no quality
Full improbability
Still it is no clarity
where is my sensuality
I'm going to the city
thinking no morality
intended for me,
your permanent craved desire
hungry urge for us
The other one of a complimentary pair,
opposites attract in this elicit affair.
Promises of existence in each other's universe,
hand cursing your chest as you kiss my neck,
entwined bodies drowning while fully immersed,
two forbidden lovers in the night do connect.
selfish lust with broken intuitions
free from obligations and responsibility
I'll never reveal this pale inquisition
our debilitated unsafe improbability
filled with naked lies and possibility
infidelity beyond all reasons we do share,
opposites attract n this elicit affair.
Written: October 31, 2015
The Improbable Geometry of You & Me
Darling, you are my missing ampersand.
Our togetherness is hand-in-hand
& when we travel places far & wide,
those long distances too are side-by-side.
Even on some remote, outstretched beach
There in your heart keep me just within reach.
You & I, we, are always parallel:
we are, near & far, at infinity.
There is no geometry to dispel
this improbability – you & me.
While waiting for the moment
we are here
we are there
sometimes weak sometimes strong
We wait
to say nothing
on this line
between space
We trespass against others and on landscapes
flashing words floating
for better or worse
with every sense except sight
Piles and piles of thoughts under thoughts
even impressions of thoughts
are in the constellations
and their emptiness
is there emptiness
if we look
standing on the edge
of both present and past
Do we know it
like the night anticipates the within
Is the voice a no body
or the patron saint of improbability
A battlefield called Megiddo
is where the world will be drawn
How the story ends will be forgotten
and generals will move on
Why Megiddo? The world may ask
And the answer will be simple
Megiddo, is where the enemy is
and there he will build his temple
There are as many stories as there are stars
when they all arrive
But by then the bible will seem
like one single sentence
the common thread woven in their lives
And there the futruity will take place
One single event will engulf
the entire human race
The attempt to interchange the worlds
parallelism with the Word will move
from improbability to impossibility
in the blink of an eye
contained within crooked pages lies the secret of happiness its a secret noone will ever
find though because the world would fracture into infinite equations quasars would
eviscerate limbs and render human speech impossible which would be catastrophic in the
grand scheme of things i only wish to last forever or maybe for what i write to outlive me
somehow even though im not exactly keats or yeats to be recognised in multiple dimensions
and by multiple personality disorders of the same fictious person would be somehow
endearing albeit somewhat scary and improbable momentous thoughts tend to surround us when
we least expect them to but be it writing a terrible poem about a daffodil or being
punched in the face or travelling through wormholes of improbability at seventeen thousand
times the speed of light at the end of the day when all is done and said humanity is rubbish
I speak with clarity and honesty,
and don't hide underneath pretenses;
never my promises turn into lies!
How long have you known me,
and yet you fail to see my sincerity...
when the warm light of friendship glows?
More fear than certainty
is a weak and recognizable trait
that strongly and deeply affects
any or all feelings humanly;
be logical and overcome distrust,
there are other ways to show love...
without being touched or felt!
Be sure to be true to yourself,
and not resent the unsaid words tomorrow;
open up to the noble truth, not false belief!
I am not demanding anything,
or foce you into doubtful giving;
isn't this friendship worth more than love?
More fear than certainty
makes gladness fall away,
thinking that being ungiving
is only a sign of selfishness ,
or unfelt sweetness;
each heart should be guided by self-defining,
not by self-scrutinity...
or a constant improbability!
In illusions
senseless disorder
illogical reasoning
embeds reality.
A lonesome
improbability drapes
inner struggles,suggesting loss.
Holding on to you.
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