INFINITE PERSPECTIVE
non-existence
transparency
of
symbolic
identity
ornament
plunge
stylistic
imaginary
conceptions
to
adopt
leitmotifs
of
eclectic
imagination
unveiled
transformed
representational
autonomous
crystallised
idealistic
inversions
appropriated
&visualised
Thoughts are doorways into a reality
Which the thoughts themselves
Are only an idea of, a doorway to.
Thoughts are thus infinitely expansive things
Layer upon layer of implication and meaning
And yet, just an idea, an indication
And not the real thing.
All thoughts are like this
Even one as simple as,
“I want to eat cake.”
Since the words and idea
Is not at all the same as the desire itself.
And of course the desire, while real
Is not the cake.
And yet we live in a world of thoughts
About a world which is inherently beyond thought.
Layer upon layer, filling up a space
Which is infinitely fillable
But not just filling,
Furnishing, decorating, enhancing even
In our likeness, the likeness of our desire.
So thoughts are cool
Even when they aren’t and never can be
The real thing.
As they say, the map is not the territory
And thoughts are only how we make our maps.
The territory on the other hand
Is the space at hand.
(10/6/26)
At the edge of the sky, hope is waiting
as stars explode into a fresh sunrise.
Despite a creeping smile you’re debating
whether to bet on that roll of snake eyes.
There’s no game around with infinite tries,
that’s an idealist with beginner’s luck.
They won’t ever appear to be a schmuck,
blind trust is fused in faith and ambition.
Activating the gall to reach and pluck,
bravery gives you that bit of traction.
A little hand tugs gently at my
sleeve,
And wide eyes ask the
question of the heart.
"Which one of us do you love
most of all?"
As if my deepest feelings
split apart.
I kneel down low to meet
your worried gaze,
And hold you close against
my steady chest.
Love is not pizza sliced upon
a plate,
Where one big piece leaves
less for all the rest.
When you were born, my
spirit did not divide,
It grew much larger, opening
up wide.
I love you fully, completely,
and whole,
And love your sibling just the
same inside.
INFINITE SELF-ABSORPTION
profound
seriousness
tends
towards
the
indifferent
appearing
to observe
the
remote
impersonal
&
uninterested
yet
resembling
solemnity
crucial
to understanding
to
inform
selfish
devotion
&
sympathetic
understanding
Millions of decades ago,
ancient humankind had one purpose in life:
to find prey
every day,
a stomach that stayed full
until the next breath,
until the last breath.
Ideas stormed,
things evolved,
brains grew creative,
and eventually, we were called the smartest species on Earth.
Here we are, humans of today’s bin,
seeing the air around us
and wondering:
is this how it has always been?
This very planet once had souls whose purpose was big, yet small.
"Laughter, smiles — that's all we want."
However, today's baby is born with a paper and pen.
They start writing down desires, one after another, until the last day.
And boom — the list has already crossed a thousand before the age of ten.
From one corner of the world come screams for money and hymns,
while from another come cries for love.
This world is now full of deafening screams.
People are becoming breathless, chasing empty dreams.
A smile, evoked by ninety-nine reasons,
vanishes because of one statement.
The heart is weak,
the brain dominates.
It's the new normal.
The 8 billion pockets are getting heavy,
but are we ready?
Every race and creed
Infinite diversity
meets our every need!
love is a strange, beautiful, twisted magic.
(never to be properly defined)
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[ infinite. ]
ו°*
kiss my soul, hold me tight
should the sun never rise again
forever we can grace goodnight . ?
whats the sun without the sky?
and what's the moon without the stars?
nothing but vast universe, baby.
time and eternity to explore.
*°•×
?
go far
night star
big sky
see why
paths grow
soft glow
new day
find way
r a z z l e
d a z z l e
vast space
God's face
no end
wild wind
gold light
pure sight
You can't make a living
If you're not giving
The services you render
Tenders you money
You won't make a dime
If you're idle all the time.
To be somebody
You must do something
To be nobody
Just do nothing
You can't make sweetener
With lime or bitter leaf.
Knowledge is infinite
But limited to those
That does not seek it
You can't picture
What you don't face
You can't be a public figure
Without impact.
I endow book smart
And street wise
For life is two sides
Up and down, good and bad
Day and night, sun and Moon
Mother and father, son and daughter
Life can give you anything, when it's it time.
Imagine there’s a chair
which, in all fairness,
is a humble enough affair,
the very soul of chairness.
Imagine someone sits
on its rafia foundation
and occupies his wits
in careful contemplation.
Suppose he picks a spot
(left leg, front, just under
the higher crossbar – what
a subject for our wonder!)
Now, here’s a teasing topic
for idle conversation:
what if a microscopic
unheard-of civilization
inhabits that position?
That pinprick could contain
a Tito, a Tesla, a Titian:
it overwhelms the brain!
But if you find that grieving,
here’s something much, much worse:
what if we’re not even
the Big Deal Universe?
In a stellar cellar somewhere,
There’s a mousetrap, hammock, keg,
and a chair within that cellar where
we’re a dot on one left leg.
I woke to see disoriented infinite shelves,
Enormous books lay with utmost silence.
In the floating dust, identity was found,
And under the endless meanings, the self was buried.
The turning pages reminded me of the unremembered hands,
Meanings were blurred, voices were invalidated.
Every dawn made me welcome to enjoy the curse,
For time had lost its aim.
Sometimes I met sufferers, while others were not counted,
Their tired eyes seemed to be of the weariness of traveling to eternity.
Voices filled with vain efforts, unable to be comprehended,
Since the mind was stuck in endless letters and pauses.
I understood that hell is not about fire or pain,
Though punishment was given through endless reading or searching.
I looked for a respite but was forever denied,
When properly ordered, souls drift astray forever.
There is a moment,
But it is seldom felt.
It seems as though breath catches-
Wind stops-
And there is a pause in the relentless tide.
That moment can stretch
For what can seem like eternity…
A blink,
But an era passes…
And true reflection is a possibility.
Some never feel this wonder
Some have never felt the tide or
The ebb.
They have had no heights to overcome
And so no need to pause.
I remember the moment
I realised my make up, my core -
Who I was -
Was deemed abnormal, unusual
And felt fear.
Every moment since then
I have fought so many wars
Internal, external
To be accepted, to be loved
And lost.
The wins last but a moment
But the scars left are permanent
Deep wounds.
“Unconditional Love” a foreign concept
And abstract.
The unending moment does end.
New, alien, acceptance
And love
Eventually emerges, with luck…
And I smile.
We dwell within a single Thread—
Yet countless others spin—
Invisible, their silver looms
Entangle ours within.
The Dawn may break in other skies,
Unseen by any Star—
Yet whispers of those foreign Suns
Arrive—wherever we are.
A Sparrow’s wing in one small World
May tremble Worlds away—
For Every Breath—a corridor
Where echoes learn to stay.
If God designed Infinity—
He tucked us—quiet—there,
A Universe—within His sleeve—
And never unaware.
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