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Humanoids …
Machine people, we have them at our disposal.
I envy these soul less creatures for they as Angels
do not feel any kind of pain.
Our robot, Ed Burkye is a French guy,
the machine person, although
I do not feel comfortable
with strange person in my home,
rolling in my direction ready to serve.
Now, I will have to endure them in the spaceship.
Ethical as always, hopefully unable to kill.
With them, we will build democracy,
where people are no longer subject
to the will of governments.
Every life counts, all galaxies struggle for life
to witness its beauty, smartness and force.
Nature must is existence.
Conscious machines, great abstracted –
in unconscious state they travel.
These machine people can travel
through millions of years to distant galaxies,
cloning themselves on the way,
some for pleasure, some for business.
They are naturalists, artists or sick with politics.
“No criteria for bacteria,”
and even in multitudes they must strive
to be better, to be greater without lust,
but with power and perfection beyond trust.
They are interrupted
by the communiqué from Celestial Command.
The voice is heard as from the loud speaker.
Gentlemen do not forget,
our purpose is to colonize
with the broader one to expand
the torch of life to other Galaxies.
Conquest of the universe for all humanity,
which of course we represent.
Here three of them: Boson, Raptus and Polonius
are about to board the rocket for liftoff to Mars.
Boson to Raptus and Polonius as they walk to the rocket:
Soon, inexplicable Mars, empty as barren Earthly Moon
and the space above us, cold and lonely,
obscure place will be our home for long.
They entered the rocket.
After the door had closed,-
they took their positions.
Boson started the rocket engine,
allowing liquid hydrogen to enter it.
Fuel was ignited and clouds of smoke
forcefully burst outside.
Inside of the rocket was shaking with huge vibrations,
cosmonauts were sitting as on a volcano.
The rocket with tremendous force had been lifted
and flew into space accelerating,
entering orbital spaceflight,
until it reached escape velocity
at about eleven kilometers per second.
There is no distinction between top and bottom
and weightlessness presented challenges
to their organisms:
cardio-vascular, inner ears’ pains,
weakness of psyche and severe illusions…
Nationalism,
nation supremacy,
rooted in competing patriarchal capital rivalries,
is entirely incompatible with EarthPatriotism
rooted in loyalty to cooperatively healthy matriotism
Wherever MotherEarth may yet be healthy climate rediscovered
in sensory input and outputs of a child
unbound breathing in enculturing good humor
Still fully awake
meaning much more than not yet dead,
Embracing Earth's Paradise found
means far more than ending homelessness,
bareness,
hopelessness,
For restoring cooperative peace
more than competing retributive-avoidance models
for justice as invoking a fee
and loss of freedom punishments
while preaching skills in anger and depression management,
but silent about happiness and compassion cooperative ownership.
Competition in nationalism,
whether white
against pink,
royal purple
against ultra-violet feminist,
even green
against black and brown prejudice,
each autonomously anti-ecological nationalistic stew
when we simmer down
into non-violent communication
of spatial Here
with temporal Now,
Competing FirstChoice nation-states
miss golden global opportunities
to embrace healthier polycultural outcomes
of multicultural cooperative grace,
polypathic WinWin karma,
polyphonic musing face
of Earth's well-timed expansive soul
revolving space
A healthy organic way to speak
and think
and feel as a day and night revolving child
naturally embracing WinWin
co-redeeming spiritual ecopolitics.
Violent competitions,
mutual abuse and neglect,
between ZeroZone sacred nations
are antithetical to cooperative conversations,
planning and nature development,
in EarthTribe non-violent WinWin communication
CoArising nighttime dreamscape melodies,
non-conspiring feeling peacefully immunized
against conspiracy theories
playing WinLose roles
embracing evolutionary predative jihad anxieties,
risks to bully or become bullied by chaotic capital climates
and internal bicameral storms,
nightmare feelings nauseously disassociating inside from outside,
ego against eco,
concave overbearing convex,
ZeroZone soul ignoring OneZone body's primal needs and feelings,
Right bipolar conflicting Left dipolar co-arising
EarthSoul Health integrity
prefers co-reflecting
4-SpaceTime Revolutionary Boson Models--
opaquely expanding DNA-structured splendor.
What theory unifies forces, weak, strong,
With gravity— also, to which belong
All the string theories of why and because?
To answer these queries, M-theory does.
Proponents aver it offers clarity
As to the issue of singularity.—
Where there’s a will there’s a way,
So they say…
In the beginning our universe sprang
From membranes colliding to cause a Big Bang…
Hence matter and energy stem from vibrations of strings seen by seers
In a music of spheres.
One mode of vibration, or ‘note’, makes the string an electron,
Another a photon…
And what of Higgs-boson?
There’s even a mode for the graviton, thought to have gravity’s force.
So vibrating strings would then be the source
To create tiny articles which we call
Elementary particles— one and all.
Dimensions— four plus compactified seven—
Equal a total that’s oddly eleven…
To wit, though string theories wound up at the tenth,
They had to add one more that’s odd to the nth.
Do we have enough sense or senses extended
To fathom those p-branes M-theory intended
And get to the bottom of hyper spacetime
In this super multiverse theory sublime?
What sounding vibration
Strange seeming sensation
Might set the strings strumming
Or maybe branes humming
Is something to ponder,
One’s whimsies to wander—
My mind like the wind evanescent can roam
O’er billowing waves and ineffable foam
With parallels plenty of our bubble home…
Thus I heard
M-theory’s word.
Albeit in physics there’s much knowledge base,
What waters of wisdom could ever embrace
Such cosmic curled places with hyperspace face?
Eerily far we’ve come to here
From bards’ illusions yesteryear—
When heavens would sing lullabies,
With moon and stars to harmonize
Midst luminescent light display
That might have been the Milky Way
Overturning all its jars
In a shower of shooting stars…
How flimsy, fleeting, and fragile life seems,
In our floating realm like a land of dreams!
Amen— let poets lyricize yet
Sweeter reveries lest we forget
Dearer wonders perchance of yore
From whilom membranes nevermore
Where earthlings gazed at clearer skies
With yonders nearer to our eyes,
In a once upon a time divine
P-brane world of auld langsyne…
– Harley White
Poems to God that is You
You used to scare me…
with your torrid schemes.
My mind—
a parcel for your unravelling.
There was a time you played in its shadows…
and then you said,
"I never take sides.
Not in War.
Not in Love."
I believed you then.
Now—
I know I was wrong.
You are not to be believed—
but sung!
When my eyes drown in this turgid heart,
when my soul swells with you—
that day,
I know.
A mass is a Higgs/Boson equation…
Deifying your principle of attraction!
You keep the stars steady in their course,
while my mind is smoothed with your Peace,
while my heart swells with your Love—
and in this swelling,
I am created.
This day mattered!
To one swayed by your hammer of fate!
I have hung from remorse too often—
but you beckoned me,
with tears,
with laughter,
with those twinkling eyes—
at the very moment of death.
No human innuendo survives you.
No thought is free from the particles you’ve shattered.
And no tear—
not one—
is without your infinite,
recycled,
Love affair.
My heart is an elixir of prayers.
OM…
OM I…
Oh my soul, humming you.
Waiting…
is a lover’s kiss—
just before the eyes close,
just before two hearts merge in crescendo.
In your presence, no differences.
No stubbornness.
No me, no you, no we—
only particles whispering…
You.
Like an empty boat,
carried by your sea without end…
this heart forever voyages,
its compass always trembling,
always going home.
And You—
You are Home to me.
Love is the mirror!
Where two flames
see their source as One!
To kiss the Beloved—
with the same kiss the Beloved kisses me…
that kiss—
is eternity.
Love is the mirror!
Where two flames
see their source as One!
Oh… the heart knows this.
Love attracts Love.
This is the secret of the kiss.
In the Garden of Hearts,
where Love grows—
you,
and I,
and we…
become unnecessary distinctions.
Let us be
this empty yearning together.
This ancient ache of longing.
This heart… a compass,
pointing to where.
Love is the goal.
I’ll meet you there.
I need to find out what it all means,
so I searched for the truth in my dreams,
illusions of a shattered reality, unwoven at its seams.
All of life's cohesion, a plan or just by chance,
the gravity enabling this universal dance,
it all seems to run just like clockwork,
makes me wonder whether it might be Gods work?
So I looked through my minds eye, while I was wearing a monacle,
it really did make this world look..well, rather comical,
the distortions of vision were astronomical!
Atomic particles at a most basic level, I saw God, I fought the Devil!
The smallest atoms you can find, the Higgs Boson and strings that bind,
I even watched as expansion hit rewind!
We're taking leaps out into space, huge accomplishment of the human race,
our solar system we've had a taste, further and deeper, how do you operate?
We'll one day finds Earth's new home, maybe under a giant dome,
or in a galactic ice cream cone? All the stardust that makes my bone.
Northern lights, just a jewel on my throne,
though science says 'it's just ozone'
have your ideas because their your own,
don't allow your mind to be overthrown,
things got hazy, or my mind got lazy,
so I took my rag and I buffed my lens,
it feels like I am bathing in pure cleanse!
Or i'm finally round the bend?
Will my head ever truly mend??
For when your balls knocked over the Wonderwall,
all kinds of delight, short or tall, await those who stumble across that garden,
you'll rub your eyes and pinch your skin, What? Hey? Pardon!
I have a sea view over all eternity, the 1000 you's, the countless me's
Life graces the universe, like a play well rehearsed,
starts with a nurse and ends in a hearse,
after the big rip, it's all in reverse!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
I am The Artiste.
I draws lines by cutting carcasses, among other things.
I am the crazed dancer, down pouring a diaspora of red essence and entrails as I sporadically spin.
I am the antagonist; the anti-hero jester with a ricin covered knife.
It’s poisoned point thrusted through regal robes; to rest in the fief, flesh and fealty of the king and his knights.
Making a mosaic of the martyred by combat and tactical subterfuge; again and again enacting battles of attrition.
Each successive version of ourselves adjacent to the next, compartmentalized in seclusive panoramic positions held together by Gravitons.
Vacuumed by a stretched string in infinite dimensions; making an Omni-vector to temper the fool.
Ah but I am the axiom of chaotic-kinetic dynamism; I distort lattices and break symmetry.
I am the Goldstone boson & Majorana fermion, I am the Tachyon.
I command my Pions to intersect and form a Rho.
Regimented in units, they leer over fortified Dirac and Neumann boundaries.
A coalition of rebellious Quasi-patrons; under siege by Gauge Synchronicities and Eigenstates.
But I am still my own worst enemy; myself and my anti-self.
When living in a world reborn on God’s Sword & Shield, many of us are left on edge and apprehensive; but we will always die in God’s heart.
From there after our remains are gestated; by the womb of empty space & silence, the true Matriarch Mother of skies.
You've heard,
Mathematics is a metric,
quantitative language,
about Universal relationships,
double-binary, as bosonically articulating polynomials,
variables, changing across abstractions of time,
autonomous spaciated places,
spaces.
How might we co-define
universal bosonic polynomial (+) language,
robust think/feeling strings
of healthiest experiential history,
as also unitarian holonic experience
of not not (-,-) polypathically nurtured integrity?
Why might this become
both personally (ego+)
and bilateral politically (-ego/-eco)
co-passionate inside/outside inter-relationship?
When do bosonic autonomous universes
co-refine
holonic interdependent synergy?
When do they not, if not not oxymoronically forever?
What might a yang-dominant secular Boson
wish
and actively hope
could also become
a yin-prominent sacred Holonic-CoRelationship?
Where do we find atomic Boson spatiated universes
dipolar co-arising
wave-linear bilateral Holonic unitarian-integral time?
Who would not outside care
to WinWin inside co-passion
our polynomial bosonic
language deductions
with our polypathic holonic
co-relational inductions?
Perhaps you've also seen,
Metric systems
are a ZeroSum
quantitative bilateral language
about Universal BosonYangs
and Unitarian Holonic YinFlow CoRelationships,
atomic/wave-linear co-arising development,
InFormation/ExFlowation co-gravitating regenerations.
UNIVERSE
Galactic Display on Fantastic Play : Continuous Activity.
Cosmic Choreography with Carefree Creativity
Boundless unique Universe within Soundless Cosmic showers
Gaseous primitive clouds ! Limitless, know no bounds.
Birth and death of Stars on Constellation, Quasars, Pulsars
Red Giant, White Dwarf, or Black holes by chance
Through light years going Galactic powerful performance
Galaxies receding far and far away
Cosmos expanding on its own way.
Four main forces specific :
The Electro-Magnetic, Strong and Weak Nuclear
Gravitational ! Simple, clear.
Higgs- Boson fundamental particle
Nick name given God Particle
showing miracles ! Whimsical yet Radical.
Nothing to do with God’s views
Purely related to Galactic news.
World of Fantasy is our Universe !
Scientists exploring on search and research :
Poets on musing, creating verse.
In the sea of swirling dust that is our infinity
Held together by the breath of Divinity
Infinitesimal microdots are we
Yet megalomania rules our see.
Do ants blindly view themselves as lords of their world
In their intricately marshalled social whirl?
Does the Higgs Boson,if it exists,
Boast worlds invisible to our questing wits?
Majestic laws govern our creation
With life's jigsaw of interconnection
Which mere accident cannot explain
In the welter of our cosmic pain.
Marooned on a piece of grit
We fondly believe that this is it.
We can solve the mystery of our fate
As Dawkins and Hawking blithely state
Improve our instruments to deeper fathom
Into the once indivisible atom
Enhance our telescopes to peer further into space
Life's mystery aye remains to bewilder our gaze.
It is in our DNA always to explore
But no matter how deep nor how far
Our scientific knowledge we advance
Life's mystery aye leads us a merry dance
Yet we must to our nature be true
In trying to find a clear way through
So that we stand proud,tall and justified
But we still remain small and mystified.
Relative is time,the conjuror,
With its tricks of smoke and mirror
In a world that seems so solid
While shimmer its particles pellucid.
Our senses feel that they truly see
But we cannot know reality.
We come,
at a trail's trial turning,
to an impermeable ego-flaming wall.
All remaining between us
and history
since bilateral beginnings of our ZeroWalled Time
is this Yang barrier
double-binding before to after identity
Between humane solidarity
and Earth's solid eco-habitat;
between us and living resilient Earth joy,
swaying wildness,
sunlight on waters,
early spring songs,
fogged-in mornings of gloom
doom
dark walled tomb...
Will we co-arise somber
Earth's sacred ego-dominance together now
or unsolidly apart,
not long lasting later?
Will we let yang with yin
left with right
dipolar consume
whatever resonant body identity
we have twisted
to transpire our treasonally climatic lives?
Sending us on and out each morning
through trembling memory of yang barriers,
a WiseElder sad eco-power radiance,
a changed yang-purging yin-squared diamond
transubstantiating solidarity event
dialectically positronic timeless
flickering interdependence
re-becoming EarthTribal breath re-inspired
expiring healthy atmosphere remediation,
Another moody not yet waiting
re-membering to breathe web
and not yet gone longing
ZeroWall,
Boson of Earth's potential spacetime,
universal integrity,
holonically eco/ego-uniting
compressing
digesting
ingesting
inspiring anim-us/a spirit.