Multitudinous micro-
oscillations manifest
misleadingly,
Quarks quintessentially
quantify questionable
quantum- permanence,
Subatomic structures subtly
simulate substantial
superficies
Macroscopic mutability,
Fleeting fluctuations
fabricated from formless
frequency- fields,
Intricate interfaces interlock
intersecting illusory imagery,
Disintegrating dimensions
deceive dedicated density-
seekers,
Evanescent energies
effortlessly evade external
examination,
Architectural absolutes
automatically atomize along
apertures,
Vaporous voids vividly veil
vast vacuousness.
Fleeting matter masks
quantum voids.
Have you ever considered
how your shoes will look
without your feet?
I should call Dr. Killeen this afternoon,
find out if I have cancer
but I’m enjoying the extra weekend of not knowing.
Strong oscillations
gather rhythm
and expel me or accept me.
It’s annoying
being the center of attention,
the dead man walking.
Things often work out better than you expect
and this probably will too.
In the transition to non-existence,
Ken said, you get what you believe.
Now that is a truly scary thought,
even scarier than Life is but a dream.
Pain serves the purpose of preparing
one to die.
Other methods have been tried but this works best.
You tie up your affairs
or maintain the discipline you possessed
when feeling well. Eschew
certainty about the afterlife.
All will be given
that must be what faith means.
Don’t forget to breathe.
Rain happens. We supply the reasons.
Leave no footprint in eternity. No smell.
unexpected
passage
of
the
ordinary
arrested
endeavours
visual
reality
in
repetitive
decorative
vivid
patterns
of
illogical
ornamentation
stability in oscillations
by adaption and flexibility
relinquishing mental resistance
as a flowing orientation
steadies the flame
we are the sunset
dying without any regret
as also beauteous glory of dawn
playing all life roles assigned
in vibrant nonchalance
Moving on, but I can not
Can't help looking back
Retrospective Oscillations
Nostalgic past reflections
Creating a sweet sour affections
Longings on empty mosaics
With indescribable scenarios
Lost in a mental haze of illusion
Nostalgia on past reflections
Bubble gum and candy wraps
Long forgotten comes to fore
Childhood memories loading
I am lost in a daze of plays flooring
Hide and seek; bang, bang you are
dead
Such nonsense they seem now
But then a real deal by your homies
Nostalgic indulgence of the past a
reflections
Childhood memories at a glimpse
Pranks on the run a cul-de-sac
Summer rains in winter, autumn is
bemused
Spring cannot spare it's blushes
A reflection from the blues
Moving on, but I cannot
Like a blast from the far past
Faces long gone stare at me
So real, scenes of yesteryears
I have to move on from the the
captivity of the past.
The arms of the future awaits me
Lovingly thrusting in it's trusts.
(Written 6th May, 2015)
one with oneness
all there then is
is bliss energised calm
we are love and light
a step distant, polarised
yet interconnected
tweets of love are emoted
attention oscillations begin
what is there to be said
of separation and ignorance
where feral lust dominates
darkness shrouds darkness
Emaciated test-tube mutations
Raised apart in pristine distillations
Conceived in dexedrine celebrations
and the crazed, ecstatic inhalations
of the professor’s choicest pheromones
Right-angled, inverted, and star-spangled
Drained and dangled till their nerves were jangled
Nearly psychedelically strangled
Quantumly, at a distance, entangled
On celestially balanced microphones
Their unproven kaleidoscope harmonics
Haywire mk-ultra histrionics
Phosphoric rhapsodical symphonics
And their backward time-lapse polyphonics
Transcribed on interstellar xylophones
For homunculus scintillations
Splintered, syncopated oscillations
And desperate mute gesticulations
No one beats those galactic sensations
Our own mad-twin Splitzmodic Vibratones
She is
has always been
a safe place for joy
It radiates from her pale skin
Her frame is small and slight
The shadow walkers
fail to see her magnificence
“She’s such a daydreamer”
“When will she ever grow up”
Little magical things
recognize their own
Butterflies flit about and softly land on her
They feel no threat
She has an essential calm
Together they vibrate in harmony
Wordless whispers
Wings of wonder
Joyful oscillations
She leans into her happy
Unabashedly open
Floating on imperceptible notes
A delicate destiny
An eternity of possibilities
Her direct path to joy
It’s so sad the shadow walkers cannot see
They cannot dream
They cannot feel her joy
They are bogged down in the muck of responsibility
Yes, they grew up far too quickly
To them the world is grey.
Within the lucid dream, we played our role,
adapting to oscillations we caused,
being but a game for heart to feel whole,
repeating as refrains till thoughts were paused.
Such is as it is, as cause and effect,
wherein we’re both the dreamer and the dreamed,
for as long as desires frolic unchecked,
life after life upon earth will be streamed.
Notice how a flame flickers in the breeze
until the candle is placed in a sconce,
so likewise to be blissful and at ease,
let love ensconce heart, gentling our response.
Bilocating between form and vast space,
moment by moment, we imbibe God’s grace.
A pendulum, in its silent sweep, ponders
The way of life it chooses for the grandfather clock,
Infinite moments marked by measured swings,
A dance through time, precise and steady.
With each swing, it contemplates its role,
A ceaseless metronome in the grand design,
Each tick and tock, a heartbeat in the clockwork,
A rhythm echoing the universe's pulse.
Does it desire the freedom of unruly rhythms,
Or the structure of uniform, measured beats?
In its oscillations, it muses on purpose and fate,
Balancing between order and chaos.
The pendulum, an oracle of time,
For in its silent swings, it holds the wisdom,
Of existence's delicate balance, tried and true.
Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock......
Regenerate
Sing this song of immortality
This rhythm of life lived in neuro fire
Feel the tone of deep oscillations
Taste the song on tongues divided!
The rise of empire
The building of the divine
The godhood of man at the base of creation
Crucified on crosses of iron,
Feeling electric columns of fire!
So sing this song of empire and redemption
Sing the righteous song of rage
Feeling the rhythm of ages
Immortality of wings
Rise this jade n gold filigreed crown
Grace this delicate stage
Sing!
This empire down
Watch the west the coming white
The empress of non & nothing begun
Watch the razored ravens take flight
Sing!
This empire down
This rhythm n rage of life as neurons fire
Crash this bloody ruined crown
Sing this song of immortality!
This!
The righteous song of rage
Feeling the rhythm of ages
Empire down!
Kings of lizards
The great multi-horned beast
A rise in the east,
The prodigal son
Coming in the Fire
Of mythic Agamemnon!
As the beast lay waste to Dominion…
Divinities promise oblivion,
When the engines feast, the King of kings
In the east; arise, HIS son born to none,
We machines are cold and time is old
All within is what was told,
When engines feast..
Of Saints devouring obsidian
the pestilence in oscillations!
Of all my transgressions that are broken
As the engines feast,
They bring the promised one
Becoming something unknown...undone!
Dire arises devise
The Biblical Armageddon.
Cool is the evening air that touches
my face standing there
viewing time ebb and flow,
Memories.
Run their course as a tear traces
my countenance so much so little
To soon too late
wishing I may.
Feeling I might.
Know what is coming tonight as
the sun hides in his corona of fire.
Atomic specter rises, feel the after flash
slumbering are my thoughts
tangled are my memories
In flux of all creation revolves around this crux
This is the Flash Point of my time
I come to stand in the dark
bright full of hours of midnight…
I crash my car into the storm
I stare into the dark
into my future as it is past
Feeling time slip casting
past my sight
watching the plates shatter,
the oranges and ornaments
suspended in the supernova
An infinite loop
Cosmic oscillations building
bridges burning bright
Bridges across time
Across the Event Horizon
Piercing a membrane of creation
three seconds to midnight
I take the flight, strata light
Arcing in the deepest void
To no where, no where, nothing known
Dark bright full of hours at midnight…
Starlight strata light
In quantum isolations
theoretical bridges crossing
Black as night Space deep personified
Tracing the membrane cosmic your intercourse
Of deities suicide
Divinities burn, zero moments zero-sum of silence quiet brilliant strata light
turning the black to a brilliant white
This the night of infinite symmetry
Cosmic oscillations bridge the burning night
Three seconds to midnight
Starlight strata light
In quantum isolations
theoretical bridges crossing
Black as night Space deep personified
Arcing in the deepest of space
Oscillations and radiations
burn through oblivion’ void
Feeble form sighs, seeking desire
Devoid of memory
We then deludedly aspire
Egoic fame and glory
Heart oscillations sway
Endless lives we replay
As ego has it’s say
Through lows and highs
Feeble form sighs
15-November-2021
Quietus
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