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Tomorrow’s another day, when
this present is dead and done
In reality one rotation, on
earths path around the sun
The position can be calculated,
but what lies in store unknown
Our planet’s measurable, not
unpredictable like skin and bone
And what happened in the past,
ripples on through today
Unnoticed in black space,
random events still come our way
Set forth in motion, from an
indivisible speck of creation
Seeded is life, seeded is death,
seeded by quantum vibration
Does evolution even matter,
is what we see, what we get
A generation tries find purpose,
then hands over to the next
Accumulations of knowledge,
with caveats of past mistakes
Our monkey business perhaps,
one condition we cannot shake
Are we simply apex animals,
who developed higher brains
Beasts of untold genius, primal
instinct runs through our veins
Intelligence driving us mad,
at odds with ethics and morals
A fixation on mortality, conflicts
of minds causing quarrels
What is consciousness, from
which dimension do we view
Electric signals in our heads,
or cosmic portals seeping through
Wherever this source comes from,
and nobody knows for sure
So many gods and theories,
small wonder life’s obscure
Cryptic forces build reality,
but not readily understood
Dark energy, Higgs fields,
the shape of Genomes in our blood
Crucified by curiosity, because
of our advanced minds
Is the price of being too clever,
really just making us blind
What brings manifestation,
should we look for reason at all
Why not sheer oblivion, how
come an infinite large and small
Born to die is simple, living
forever way too complex
Does truth lie in the medium,
where chosen ones intersect
Where are you Jesus
Where are you Muhammad
Where are you God
Where are you Buddha
Where are you Allah
I’m wide awake,
in this land of nod
By
David Kavanagh
GOD PARTICLE
Bombardment on Atom at random
within Particle Accelerator
did miracle!
Fundamental Particle
came up.
Higgs- Boson and so on.
Scientists to nod.
No connection with God.
May be nick named
‘God Damn Particle.’
Social Media to commit:
The word ‘Damn’ to omit.
The name ‘God Particle’
got Universal fame
in magical game.
Populace too pleased to find GOD.
07/19/20
'Strand Completely New (11)' Contest by Brian Strand
"Sugar Land"
Nine chains linked
Six silver sextants measure
their distance to Styx
Two hands unwritten
hold the Bee Keys tight
in a guarded lap
1 chain missed
He, revolutionary,
breaks the black line and
leans over
The Great Unthought Through
In full Light
the shadows
are burnt bright
without fear
she is kissed
spontaneously
In The Light Storm Electric
Nothing is noticed anymore
Nothing is missed
Point of Singularity
meets hip to hip
in the slow dance heat
Rome is burning
Flames
in a Light storm
two mirrors merging
In Sugar Land
two mirrors
meet
Inside her
Rome is burning
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Higgs Boson Blues/Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
https://youtu.be/eFEyo3D6Fys
Jubilee Street/Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
https://youtu.be/GB6DMP9uDEI
We No Who U R/ Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
https://youtu.be/AOmFBmDyhy8
"Rome is not outside me,
but inside me.
Her feverish sweetness,
her tragic countryside,
her own beauty and harmony,
all these are mine,
for my thought and my work".
Modigliani
it’s said to be that God created everything
at the beginning of the world
amazingly wonderful is the persona of Him the Creator
who else can create whatever he wants from nil
men? no matter how much men boast or squeeze
and bang their heads they cannot create a thing from nil;
no one can except God
men nonetheless assert today
though they cannot create a thing from nil
they can measure a thing to nil and that’s what
so called higgs boson which men proved through
all kinds of theories and experiment after experiments
of laboratory tests
the higgs boson phenomena of nil
actually is not naught but a thing unable to trace
an elementary particle down that was dashing through
the experimental instruments with extremely high speed
since you are unable to spot the particle
you have no way to measure or weigh its mass
and only because you cannot trace the disrupted particle down
you shouldn’t think you measured a mass to none
what on earth could such bold idea comes from
where’s the particle?
naught is naught
being is being
it seems men refuse to be men anymore
but want to become as a god with counter-functional mores
You used to scare me with your torrid schemes.
My mind was a parcel for your unravelling.
There was a time you'd play with its shadows,
and then you said you never took sides...
I believed you then.
Now, I know I was wrong.
You're not to be believed, but sung!
And when my eyes are wet, drowning in this turgid ache,
then I know that I've swelled with you this day.
A mass is a Higgs/Boson,
deifying this mysterious principle of attraction.
Keeping the stars on an ever course,
While I'm assuaged with infinite space,
you move in waves of eternal grace,
and now I have been created.
This day has mattered to one so swayed,
by your hammer of fate!
I hung from remorse too often for words,
yet you beckoned with tears and laughter.
Hidden in unexpected anomalies,
and mysterious mannerisms,
like twinkling eyes at the moment of death.
There is no use with human innuendos
which are crimes that make up minds.
No thought is made without particles,
you have ever before destroyed,
and no tear is without your
infinite recycled amorous affair.
My heart is an elixir of prayers,
with which I consort and hum,
Oh My
OM I
re: visited tonight October 15th, 2021
Way before aye knew
the name Fletcherism applied
tummy uncommonly (recherché) atypical dyed
in the wool feeding and/or slaking thirst guide
did precepts sans hungry
deaf eating beast impossible to hide
(the ferocious growling harassing imp -
armed to the figurative teeth ready to pounce
viz casus belli sans reeling off
a pseudo say id dish us vicious jeremiad
me, this unrepentant conscientious masticator,
who re: lied
on self control unbeknownst
to this pumpkin eater
(me not named Peter)
unwittingly followed
the basic tenet of Fletcherism - custom made
modus operandi vis a vis exercising okayed
mandibular metered (when famished),
eyes kept closed while tongue gently played
adhered to practice of eating small amounts,
which discipline stayed
engorging self, and as a result
(consuming sustenance
only when hungry avoiding
(wolfing like an instantaneous blitzkrieg flash)
found me aware visa vis master car ding
marginal increase in pounds meaning
thy body electric weighed
approximately for long stretches
when a habitue at one or another dining digs
stuffed nibbling on hors d'oeuvre figs
adequately satiating with with oomf
when contra dance caller Scott Higgs
announced "hands four," which signal
helped get my mojo back
and reel lee deuce home jigs,
which indeed kickstarted and syncopated,
oft times espying Bobby Riggs
who years gone back whiz Vic Tory huss
e'en when donning apparel of Whigs
like colluding trump petting molecules
that via tiff Fanny doth zags and zigs.
way before aye knew
the name Fletcherism applied
tummy uncommonly (recherché) atypical dyed
in the wool feeding and/or slaking thirst guide
did precepts sans hungry
deaf eating beast impossible to hide
(the ferocious growling harassing imp -
armed to the figurative teeth ready to pounce
viz casus belli sans reeling off
a pseudo say id dish us vicious jeremiad
me, this unrepentant conscientious masticator,
who re: lied
on self control unbeknownst to this pumpkin eater
unwittingly followed
the basic tenet of Fletcherism - custom made
modus operandi vis a vis exercising okayed
mandibular metered (when famished),
eyes kept closed while tongue gently played
adhered to practice of eating small amounts,
which discipline stayed
engorging self, and as a result
(consuming sustenance
only when hungry avoiding
(wolfing like an instantaneous blitz krieg flash)
found me aware visa vis master car ding
marginal increase in pounds meaning
thy body electric weighed
approximately for long stretches
when a habitue at one or another dining digs
stuffed nibbling on hors d'oeuvre figs
adequately satiating with with oomf
when contra dance caller Scott Higgs
announced "hands four," which signal
helped get my mojo back
and reel lee deuce home jigs,
which kickstarted, syncopated,
oft times espying Bobbie Riggs
who years gone back whiz Vic Tory huss
e'en when donning apparel of Whigs
like colluding trump petting molecules
that via tiff Fanny doth zags and zigs.
...For two weeks Lester worked that pyrite vein,
and every day a brand new dollar came,
at the end he hug dug out two cart’s worth,
said Higgs, “Now that’s enough work in the earth.”
He smiled proud, they dragged it to the trains,
Lester still sure the old man was insane,
once loaded up, he said, “I will return
in six months to see you get all you’ve earned.”
He saw him off, thinking that that was that,
the man was mad, but his wallet was fat,
Lester had coin to live another month,
jobs came and went, he needed a new one.
Some laughed at him for digging up fool’s gold,
friendly ribbing, if all the truth be told,
he didn’t mind, and got a good story
to tell people when out drinking whiskey.
Come wintertime, Lester was at the bar,
Higgs and his mine from Lester’s thoughts were far,
he shot the bull with several local guys
when the door open, and all were surprised.
There stood Mad Higgs, shaking off winter snow,
he saw Lester, and to him he dig do,
and on that bar, in front of half the town
a thousand dollars in greenbacks slapped down.
All eyes went wide at such a stack of cash,
Higgs said, “Now partner, I say you earned that!”
The tumult came, people confused and loud,
over and over, they just asked him, “How?!”
Higgs just smiled, “I said that I’d be back,
spent half a year selling it from my sack
to the children, those precious girls and boys,
yes, my pyrite was their new favorite toy!
“They like shiny things, no one need be told,
and loved to play with rocks that look like gold.
The girls pretend that it’s their jewelry,
the boys pretend that they are rich, you see.”
The men in the bar then all clambered ’round,
cried how they’d like to help him work the ground,
but Higgs said, “Loyalty I do reward.
stay health, Les. Come spring we will dig more.
“Next time Ill give you forty percent share,
but now I have to run, so folks, take care!”
He walked out of the bar to catch a train,
he wasn’t mad, just cagey with his game.
Now for this winfall Lester gave great thanks,
invested most in mines, ranches, and banks,
until he could survive of dividends,
not have to labor each day like most men.
But two weeks of the year when Higgs returned,
he’d go that shaft, and his dollar earn,
dig out pyrite for Higg’s to take and sell,
a fortune of fool’s gold, so people tell.
One of my year-long sophomore subjects will be physics. At first, physics seems to be a menagerie of big, boring universal ideas and immutable laws rendered practically unimportant by their scale.
Peter, ok, let’s call him my boyfriend - just as a place-holder - is working on his “Doctorate in Applied Physics,” degree. “Will you help me with my physics homework?” I asked, hopefully.
“I’m sure we can work something out,” he assures me, wiggling his eyebrows suspiciously.
Peter got to visit the Hadron Collider, in Geneva, this summer. When I FaceTimed him he was as animated as a girl at drama camp. He was all, “proton collisions, Higgs bosons, top quarks and massive particles, bla, bla, bla..”
“That’s ok, I said, “If you’d rather not talk about it, I understand.”
Seriously though, I get it. Physics teaches critical thinking and problem solving. Fluid dynamics and pressure-volume-resistance relationships apply to the circulatory system. Pressure-volume curves can apply to lung function, heat transfer is applicable to frostbite, hypothermia and fevers - nuclear physics applies to nuclear medicine (SPECT, PET scans and radiation therapy and lasers) - yatta, yatta yatta.
But why ME, oh, lord?
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.