Nonlinearity Poems | Examples

Equation of the Spirit

The celestial mist opens its mesmerizing gaze
The temporal wonders in it will amaze
As through abyss stars shift and phase
The beauty of the surreal sets the spirit ablaze

But the same mist in essence of the soul
Is almost as glorious as the theory of all
The flower of unconceivable number of petals is not only to wonder but to extol
 Yet there is no discontinuity in that ever-growing mist of soul

Nonlinearity in mist is beyond expanse yet it has continuity
There lies its wonder its majesty
That which cannot be named is no longer absurd despite of nature of continuality
But stars don’t control just reflect destiny 

To what destiny mists of soul are the key?
What would the person see?
Perhaps very divine glory
Perhaps the essence of all things to be

What Is Great Eye

Great Eye is a center of self dimensional highest accountability 
 The greatest majesty
 For it there is no such thing as impossibility
 It is beyond all levels of beyond destiny

 Not constrained by probability
 Personal without losing objectivity
 Equally unfathomable in concrete and beyond abstract in any quantity
 Truth mathematically and philosophically

 Master of nonlinearity
 Vigor of all possibility
 Not a key but the key
 Of wisdom deepest sea

 The vision with which last fundamental place will agree
 Position in which the soul is most healthy
 Being of ultimate beauty
 The definition of being free

Fields of Anatolia

Anatolia is a cauldron of cultures from distant past
Many of them millenniums would last
As Gobekli Tepe its shadow will cast
It leads through gates to the past

The Hittites iron and chariot invented
Phrygians and Lydians great wealth accumulated
Greeks their first cities there created
And no one yet knows by who Gobekli Tepe was generated

 Gobekli Tepe is filled with sculptures of animals of all surds
Those were placed there with inscriptions in ancient words
Before people had iron or even bronze swords
Was it a temple a market or twelve thousand year ago an observatory to distant worlds?

Yet Gobekli Tepe waits patiently
For the inscribed key
That would change or perhaps fulfill its destiny 
From couple of ancient rocks to star like beauty

When out world majesty
Through and horizon energized by the key
By Gobekli Tepe will be granted nonlinearity
And I hope person with that key will be me

My Treasure

The timeless all knowing wind flies through expanses’ distance
With visage of the stars and moon plays with its countenance
Like a romance of vampiric ballad it enchants with brilliance
Spreading hypnotizing aura and summer fragrance

The treasure for me
Is going beyond destiny
I feel in my hand I have stars and moon’s majesty
What I need now is nonlinearity

The treasure and hopes beacon
The one that my spirit will brighten
The one in which my soul to heavenly hall will be taken
It is the key that makes mount Giewont’s sleeping knights awaken  

When sleeping knight awakens to pick up his sword
The ballad says we will be ready for perfect world
I would like to be leader of that world
To rule but without the sword

Her Gaze

I want to warm the coldness in her eyes
I want to see my own reflection in those eyes
I want to set fire to the pupils of those eyes
I want them to lead me to where her heart lies

Eyes with soul piercing gaze
Their beauty and enchantment will amaze
They lead to the heart through a maze
Their color is like crystal in light phase

Their visage is like permaximum of nonlinearity
Sparkling with magnificence and majesty
Beyond infinity
Filled with transcendent glory

Her eyes have such lightness 
That they shine with equilibrium of justice
They are divine softness
Worthy of real tigress 

When they shed tears which fall
On the floor
With the beauty of lunar waterfall
Knowing them is the key to her soul

Autumn Smile

Spring make flowers blossom
In between tall hemp they look awesome
Awaken is insect kingdom
The buds germinate in speed that is hard to fathom 

Whipping willow has leaves color of honey glaze
With its beautiful flowers sage will amaze
Summer is next phase
Tall birch seemingly eons old towards sun will gaze

But all this will pass when fall is in the air
When bears get ready to sleep in their lair
Wind blows through your hair
Reflecting the timeless wind that vision with you will share 

 Vortex numbers connects like spider web when it gets chilly
Cool breeze makes one dream of warmth and Amazonian beauty
With tall waterfalls and flower of Victoria Lily
At the same time going through chestnuts full park you feel eerie

Something beyond glowing crystal of spider web reflecting soul
And elements beyond that soul
Through nonlinearity like divine shadow elements will fall
And maybe just maybe I’ll crack a smile this fall

Sea Holy

Countenance of silver blue moon
Illuminates mysterious dune
Tears of the moon
Almost seem to appear to echo the enchanting tune

That flows through lagoon 
That uncanny tune
That to the evils of our world seems immune
 Echoing the remnants of from sea flowing typhoon

Before moon above now moonlight dunes would raise
The sunset would set the sky with golden blaze
Against soft linen sky that blaze would amaze
With gold clouds winding with softer then silk last phase

But west towards the mountains not gold but violet was the sky
With crimson light reflected in the clouds that there would lie
The play of shadows of sun that above mountains were passing by
Made clouds seem to be sucked in by a vortex that would insert them deeper into the sky

As result gold violet and red clouds would appear
And of those colors like a supernatural glaze the sky would fill
To the eye giving enchanted trill
Before it all would slowly disappear

Growing on dunes, sea holy is just a small flower
But it reeks of supernatural power
Power that pure meaning of beyond would cover
Beyond even nonlinearity and much, much further

Forge of Dreams

For ancient blacksmith to make horseshoe
It is not an easy thing to do
But only few
Can forge sword with blade that is true

But to make blade from aromatic steel
After five thousand years of bending steel
To our great will
Even now we don’t truly have that skill

Even if one would go so far
To forge sword inside furnace of a star
What seems bizarre? 
To start process like this we don’t need a star

But we can exploit natural electron tendency 
Not to change its core to desired potency
Yet even that increases frequency 
Of making graphene material that’s hardy 

But if brain waves could be forged like steel
Imagine that person’s will
Imagine their skill
If their mind would form to what this metaphor would instill

Even if the metaphor of only good steel sword would it be
That would transfigure mind to point of majesty
If comparison to aromatic metal it would be
It could change mind’s entire destiny

So where metaphor of change of core would fall
It would create sublime being that could reach any goal
And the most important of all
What would this change in nonlinearity do for person’s soul?

Mothmans Journal

In West Virginia Point Pleasant lies
Above it mothman sometimes flies
As he takes to the skies
Onlookers see glowing red eyes

Unknown is what soul behind them lies
But is advisable not to look at those eyes
Where mothman shows up someone dies
Yet he is a warning to the wise

Redder then blood then fire from coal
Those eyes pierce right through your soul
They belong to figure seven feet tall
Where mothman stood bridge would fall

Those eyes like flames would dance
Maybe beyond science continuum of expanse’s expanse 
At nonlinearity would be base of that expanse
And that would even supernatural powers enhance

Timeless Winds

What is sideways to destiny?
Neural flame of kings could it be?
Yet those words are just at the base of life’s tree
So what is at the top of its majesty?

Wind flows through its boughs independent of time
The expanse that earthly wind reflects is divine and sublime
The answer is blowing in the wind is a famous rhyme
The wind that is it is the one flowing through the tree beyond time

The tree of life is beyond destiny
It is ever growing and always free
The wind beyond time and destiny always free
Independent of nonlinearity 

Encompassing all to be
Would create neural flame of highest capacity
And this would increase soul’s majesty
And its depths would be highest version of immortality

End Time

Fire of spirit burns like a storm unsealed
Cold essence of celestial field
The soul’s destinies divine has wheeled
Eye of beautiful girl reflect flames like a shield

The fires drown in abyss of those eyes
Where gift of nonlinearity lies
Tomorrow never dies
And future’s children look beyond skies

The storm rages through end of time
The untouchable visage of nonlinearity makes it sublime
The transfiguration of soul is in prime
As mind boggling imaginations is divine pastime

Lake of Mists

Eagle above earth will fly
He will drop a pearl from the sky
The pearl into lake shaped like an eye
Will transform as tiger passes by

Tiger turns into a mist
As part of a jungle he will exist
Hunting in this area he will persist
Scavenging carcasses of animals desist

Streamlined black swans swim on the lake
Their dark bodies contrast the sun as it is about to wake
Huge dragonflies buzzing sound will make
Peacock nymph butterflies soar above this enchanted lake

On the horizon castle stands tall
Written on its wall
There is language pertaining to the soul
The expanse of expanses through nonlinearity is this soul

Like an eye piercing boundless spectrum soul will pose
More sublime as red, silver or black rose
Hidden in ancient grottos 
Eye of spirit divine secrets will expose

Divine Visage

The spectrum of continuum is vast
The celestial mists on it shadow cast
The sublime expanse of imagination is a blast
The crystals reflect the primordial visage of ions past

This force through nonlinearity the very soul will surpass
Standing in its own class
The seal of Saturn is like looking glass
Through which biological magnification creates the form which previous form will bypass

The mirror like reflection that towards divine shines is nothing add
And what it reflects is truly awed
For this reflection is of a facade 
That might be the true countenance of God

Willow

She was standing tall and proud
In a mystery shroud 
She was looking at the cloud
And was roaring loud

She was a willow standing in place that was sunny
Her leaves were color of amber or yellow honey
She however had something one could consider eerie
Against cold winds she had defense that was uncanny 

She was holistically not bound by any particular niche 
She always stood there proud and rich
As separate nonlinearity gave her soul incredibly high pitch
The true sense in the world she could reach

As nonlinearity made her truly decide her destiny 
She finally felt free
But seeing the world two tears fell from her countenance and landed next to the sea
Whoever finds them will be just as free

Ballad of Marsh

The marsh is covered by sea of grass 
Wind blows on this grass
Forming ripples like ocean waves in their mass
All kinds of flowers red yellow blue orange violet each with beauty other tries to surpass

The fire by thunder on the prairie is lit
Even if burning grass emits smell that is sweet
The awe inspiring horror of fiery wall on the very soul has a grip that hell will befit
Red curtain of flame turns night to day in second’s split 

Yet after the fire new life will form
That will survive yet another storm
That is its norm
Life to fire will adapt and transform 

Further beyond the prairie huge oaks grow from where they were seeded
And hemp with field flowers their humming song have started
Like thunder transverses the sky separate nonlinearity perfection has stated
With its surreal scope whistling with the wind of wisdom it sings its enchanting ballad

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