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Written: September 6, 2025
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The wind does not knock—
it slips through the soul’s lattice,
a breathless envoy
from the hush between stars.
It strokes the cheek
such as a spirit reliving purity,
then fades away,
becoming simply a whisper
of a melody sewn into stillness.
My terms come apart
in the string of stems,
where faint words
weave between tufts of grass
that curl with hymns
that are lenient to say.
Birdsong flows
from lungs in rooms full of people—
a hymn to the untamed,
to the pain that hums
simply seeking to be felt.
Love, in its most genuine form,
surpasses the structure of cognition—
It resides in the root of air,
in the rhythm of the intangible.
No note is ever lost—
each tender tremble,
each faltering flight,
is archived in the breath
between dusk and dawn.
We save our dreams.
In the shaft of the Horizon,
in sparkles that linger
on the verge of entropy.
These are the germs of tomorrow
tumbling in the blood
of the eternity we dare to call.
In the cosmic dance,
where stars collide,
Galaxies spiral,
and planets ride.
Saturn’s rings shimmer,
Jupiter’s dim,
Moons circle round,
a celestial hymn.
From quasars’ crescendo to pulsars’ beat
Cycles in cycles take form and retreat
Superstrings vibrate,
harmonies entwine,
From dust comes life,
Is there a design?
Supernovae explode,
Notes of awe,
Dust fields condense
To a nebula claw.
Mass bends space
Took Einstein to learn
But space guides mass
Both take their turn.
From quarks to quasars,
Our scale in between,
We know we exist,
but what does it mean?
Personality traits combine to make you
Like notes combine to make melodies ring true.
Can you hold the tune through the rise and fall?
Through the noise and the smoke, can you stand tall?
This poem you read now,
complex inside your brain
simultaneous patterns
a disciplined flame.
Minds model dynamics,
Our neurons fire,
a strange attractor
assembling a choir.
Our genes express patterns, recursively repeat
Make diagnostic music, a remarkable feat
if cancer lurks, the music hits a false chord,
And tunes affect gene expression, a joke by the Lord.
Between order and chaos,
Our thoughts arise
Each man a universe
Don't waste the lives.
Will the universe end, entropy reign,
Shall all come to naught, in silence remain?
A stacked game, no way to win
Nothing left, no judge of virtue or sin?
When all flattens out, was it worth all the scheming?
Was sound at the end more important than meaning?
Maybe all you can do,
before that final hush,
is take life in both hands,
don't think too much, feel the rush.
Misfit, Miss Feet (A literary translation)
Gossipmonger rumors around!
A wedding ensuing, Mary go-round!
May I have a speaker call?
Surmising the news to scroll?
Not bad, not bad at all, there!
In utter black, a chilling suction, May..or!
And the complexion, and the fairness unbound.
Reminds me of a jolly owl, or a whim, around!
Among these, the intellect and the one!
Perseverance, patient, a word of bliss, "Oxymoron"!
About the nineteen try and where it truly paused, there.
Tired is the effort and the reason to strive any further!
Subject matters are dark matters and they,
Coming around in assimilation in the coming May!
Brothers of her muse about all, them and thee!
One is a churn, the other undone, in mayhem and entropy!
And the other one, is a hands-on felon!
Happened on a fraudulent, detained now in the prison!
The keenly one is a sheer drummer, and season!
Strumming on a scale of five, a rarely good baptization!
O Henry! Ibsen suffers there, in viral fever, by and by!
Shivering hype for recess in nearby!
Yet, and beyond any of these! Reserved are they!
With the religious oracle, the needed silence to revere, in the coming May!
Ibsen and An Enemy of the People! Yes! And, about this, too! Alone!
The off-season overseas trip of a school goer, Ibsan! Frequency and the pattern!
Even though, we landed on a flat rate, and the truth! And nothing but the truth!
Save it on a decaying pocket! For a plan to overboard for an oncoming trip to Duluth!
December 19th, 2023
Systems,
like wind and respiration energy,
like climate and cultural integrity,
like social and economic co-invested synergy,
are not tangible individually identifiable
autonomously definable
apartisan Things,
Systems are made of naturally wealthy,
and continue for spiritually healthy, relationships,
whether win/lose or win/win,
And so, systems are not easily available
accessible
engaged
embraced for merely deductive
LeftBrain dominant processing,
Either truly healthy
Or falsely pathological
analysis
Of fertile evolving Both/And change
And more doubtful WinOrLose paralysis.
Systems,
democratically healthy
and less PatriCapitalist
autocratically pathological,
are more resonantly nuanced
thinker/feelers
in-between medians,
double-boundary means
and narrow win/win ways
of and for
restoring indigenous EarthJust syntheses.
Resilient constellations
of health/wealth organic relationships
felt before heard,
wounded before healed,
blindly heard before seen
Including inter-reconnecting sacred communion
of Eastern bodhisattvas
and Western green cooperative messiahs
Before we were PatriCapitalist communities
longing to return
to co-passionate global Win/Win
golden rule communication
Empowering and enlightening
difficult dialogue
in-between
Cooperatively appositional
nonviolent miscommunicants
severating back in time
from forth
into Earth's healthy revolving
space
Devolving nihilistic Lose/Lose
discommunicating chaos.
Entropy
does not a complex binomial system
nondualistically make
naturally healthy
and spiritually wealthy
or re-indigenously wise.
Dark Novembers
It’s the silence that is killing
this cold November chilling
Natures beauty with frost, stillness, color but no sound.
A wiser woman knows the inner temperature of the soul paints the
landscape to match their own
a fool discovers the surfeit of despair
This Thanksgiving day bleak, weak, sick, sad, still, quiet, reflective
I had not to give the love you sought so you walked out,
And the past knew you were to come…
And like a reverberation of the all the relationships I’ve known
The past and to come will follow the ripples of that first stone,
I cannot love you in November I loved you all the months through
September, many decades upon each, watching entropy teach me the ways
to age…
I make no sound but inside screaming
Nature may be jesting in her seeming to mock whole
the lamentation of all the secret silent sorrows of each soul.
Weapons of mass destruction
a time for mass production
this is the way the world will end
in silence, this is the way the world
is ending in violence
chaos, religion, and super media
stars in a new world order
of electric cars and topless bars
fury for the masses
shatter the hourglass
as shadows are coming to pass
move foundations of rot
Lord of the despair hear the fury
the fury for the Masses
See them pave the fields
of gold, green, and dreams
in blacktop for a parking lot.
Poverty-stricken housing
built on the backs of…
Our Native Son.
First Nations run…
The first man of this land.
Time will watch seasons come
As the money will burn out
running out of time out of sanity
to watch this landscape
escape from light of morals
let reality fade, resting on one laurels
burning the flame, all there is shame
break the rock shattering of the tower
fury for the masses feeling the power.
Swing the hammer watch it strike fire,
fly into a bright brilliant sky, desire
money for the need, the need of the masses
This is the way the world will end
maybe in microbes or strip malls?
This is the way the world is ending
in the Power of Greed and entropy...
Lock and load the weapons of mass chaos
feel the bright sun explode
Reflecting in eyes gleaming watch
the bomb come as a cloud of death rises
watch the mother pray
Fury for the masses.
Money for the need
the need for speed
watch oblivion coming
watch the union of families breaking down
watch the government crumble in all its technicolor shades
the hope of the poor a better life dream, decaying
lock and load let the guns explode
Lockstep to the Government food chains
a world blinded by a kingdom of fools
hate rules, a child cries
Fury for the masses
this is the way YOUR world will end…
There’s not two ways of talking,
Two different points of view,
Many different angles to deflect,
Crazy pavements, something new.
There’s not another teller,
Presenting a link or chunk,
Framing circularly the story,
To nurture any cell’s hunk.
There’s not a plus one man,
Chewing a whistler’s closet,
There’s only freedom’s red,
To validate the vouch offset.
If Christianity is just an opinion,
And if atheism is only another,
Then crease the distance away,
To note the claim that’s sour.
Truth is the centre of entropy,
With love as its pursuit,
Freedom increasingly appears,
When you love and newt.
Christianity does not stand,
It’s wrong, in between, out,
Jesus was not god, scream,
Hell evades the bible, spout.
Fundamentalists lack sense,
Extremists yell strict, plight,
Homes should not be broken,
By crusaders twisting right.
Wrongness equally parasites,
Upon the strict and the stead,
So let contradictions vent,
The people who nurse lead.
Theology is not an opinion,
Relative, proportional, relational -
And atheism is not just another,
Reflective, pseudo and corporal.
Atheism is true, not Christianity,
So Christianity is false, not said;
Theology is faith unleashed,
Pulling a negative entropy head.
Science is behind atheism,
Winking at the lips in method,
Meandering like lightening,
Through guesses of the cathode.
If you seek truth you will find,
But if you say Jesus lives today,
Physically, then you need to stop,
Saying I can’t say the other: nay.
248 (eman dine tare bala jay)
On a day like this, perhaps,we may hum along the river Shenandoah , carefree
On a day whence it rains to reign a full swing, even though unpredictable, the longest is she! The river Trinity!
On a day like this to feel carefree, born to be free , and we say as she will be
A husky voice like this to be a thunderbolt aftermath , an unforeseen divinity
A rainy day like this to feel a rain soaked bird nest weaver mourner serenity
knocked out a wanderer pour, the darkest day light to soar.
None would lend an ear and hence forth uproar
None would be there, undisturbed absorbance , only speechless
Nihilism and kismet , wills met face to face , and the deepest solace
a down pouring rain, an usher from the sky
A lone ranger is she, with none other there to drift along trinity!
Sophist a lowly world here to trick
Tricky a cacophony to lure a meek
A compassionate gaze, a carefree to timely cage a whim, a majestic cry!
concise, specified and bullet point answered whence enchanted eyes
met in the depth, trickling downpour, two by two and more
Heart reached out to heart a beat , only they
And the remnant is in the dark sits there to say nothingness in a may
no loser is the world and she
longs to be there to no scar to any one charming to be
Incessant a down pour
She took a stance in an estranged oddity and for
And we told stories foretold
to impeach none to beseech or to preach
An ayah blew there a deep may to blow a gentle say in plethora delight
and lightning struck to mesmerize a dumb strike to take a heed every now and then
remnant they say, serenity, thou may, italic verse to grow optimistic, and even though
Turner entropy might say today, otherwise after all these are tarnished and although
On a day like this, perhaps, we may hum along the river Shenandoah, carefree
On a day whence it rains to reign a full swing, even though unpredictable, the longest is she! The river Trinity!
It’s not a matter of perspective
It’s a law of Nature
It’s there in Alpha Centauri
But it’s also perspective
How the dust feels as it dies
That will set you free
But not free from the decay
Because decay is dust’s home
Yet, our mandate is resistance
To swiffer away entropy
Get through another revolution
With our core unscathed from dust
Though scores whittle us away
Tempting us to hasten demise
Telling us entropy is inevitable
Without wealth or possessions
To shield us from time’s vultures
Resistance is humanity’s right
The dust that crosses borders
The undocumented laborers
Making America great again and again
Flushed down the toilet
When the cleaning is done
When things appear falling apart
Put back the pieces without hope
Of the grapes of wrath juiced
But, it won’t be the same
It’ll fall apart again
That’s the law of entropy
Say you’ll reconstruct
Each drop placed lovingly
Or else it won’t hold from falling
We need just a couple to rebuild again
Give it atmosphere as Earth does
And entropy will choke every hope
Give it gravity like Jupiter
And we’ll know seriousness
Lives are on the line
Waiting for us to fall apart
So they can say
I told you so
Or you'll never hold
Tell them I’m not so
Or a ewe to be held
I don’t fall apart
I am as you are
Not falling apart
But falling within
Back to you
Always whole
In the One
That never
Falls apart
Written: January 08, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Di11y Da11y
1. Newton's Laws of Motion:
Third Law: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.
4. Quantum Superposition:
A particle can exist in multiple states or places simultaneously until measured.
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Oliveros accordion's honeyed
drone flows over chimes
with a soft whistle buoyantly fluting
In between breathes of characters.
We loiter, extraneous,
entangled lives in a state of limbo
Dreams flicker as Schrödinger cat.
Every interaction sends a wave,
and feelings clash within~
The force of love rivalry
is restricted by intangible powers~
As we sink into quiet depths,
Entropy seeps into aged patterns. . .
Instantaneous movements fester,
and longing is frozen in clarity.
Thermodynamics set heat gain or loss,
divided by warmth yields entropy~
Word pulse changes color.
Sound travels across time and space.
Redshifted craves blur instantly.
We hunt memory cobwebs,
navigating over this light-and-dark maze,
constantly seeking the quickest path.
Dreamt corridors bend toward us,
perception distorts the fastest trip home.
All actions have consequences~
We are moved by inert forces,
as time-etched Newton laws.
Rebounding moments shape kismet.
Choices teeter on fate.
Body rhythms align with,
physics quiet concerto.
Schrödinger hoped for our serenity.
Life's diverse quantum spectrums,
each unseen wave or particle is strong,
each minute, a heart Doppler echo,
becomes clearer as entropy slows.
Each action balances the other.