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Spooky Action At The Speed Of Light

I trusted order in the silent stars,
Each planet moving in its measured arc,
Laws written deep in heaven’s endless vault,
The clockwork firm, unbroken, without fault.

Yet here they whisper of a phantom thread,
Binding two particles though oceans spread,
A flicker here, and there the twin must turn,
No time to travel, nothing left to learn.

I call it “spooky,” though my mind resists,
A ghostly bond that reason still exists.
Cannot be real—yet still, the proofs remain,
Defying distance, mocking Newton’s chain.

If truth be stranger than my heart allows,
The universe may break its sacred vows.
Perhaps the light itself is not enough,
To bind the fabric where the laws grow rough.

And so I wonder—do the stars still know?
That I am not alive.

Proofs

Proofs!!!

I could never grasp proofs
they were too much for me

How could side-angle-side equal
prove that the hypotenuse squared
plus, the cosine of angle A equal
the square root of Pi?

How could (x+a)^n=?_(k=0)^n¦?(n¦k) x^k a^(n-k) ?
prove to be the same as
f(x)=a_0+?_(n=1)^8¦(a_n  cos??npx/L?+b_n  sin??npx/L? ) 


How could a squared plus b squared
equal the sine of angle abc if angle
cba was obtuse?

How could the right leg of an
isosceles triangle be equal
to the sum of two right angles?


If Jimmy had two ducks and I had
four turkeys, how do we get
three and one-half turduckens 
between us?

Good thing I can count to ten, otherwise I
would really be lost!

Freedom convoy 2024

Theres a gathering in Britain now, the concerned are active
They are determined and how.' To show to the world a
Healthy example.' In the balance is all freedom this is not
Just a sample.' The eugenists genocidalists are going to
Meet real faces, real humans; out active.' On swiss streets
Just well balanced humans, many intelligent and clever.'
And scoros can't buy them out 'thats from never to never.! Lets
Just get our minds, active and apply reason with logic.'
Alsol I think they won't let us down!!) As they bring this time a tonic!
All the proofs and writings, all the records of it to switzerland!
These warriors are sound! Though some facts will leave you soured, for in 1975 I have found.)
Gypsies could be' held as the slaves of any Swiss person
Check it out.' Read the Bible counter and count the lies' they are
Spreading to the world, no more falseness or running its time.' decide!
Pray! 'and to stand is the solution, and all' spread the news!
Wide and far.' Be prepared  gather, to hear the (One voice) air some
Views.!
Through whatever, means they are proofed? Are they are getting tested?
I offer you' take the time; and freedom to choose.!

After the Surgery

These blatant lives we lead
with our guts hanging out
between pretty words.

I remember (after the failed gastric surgery),
when gore spilled out of my prone body;
that slow unwinding of blank verse,
(the wordless made flesh) - uncoiling
in bold inarticulate sincerity.
An intestinal serpent – seeping,
and I the author of that preconscious serpent
still attempting to fill empty shells
with delusions and other ill-formed proofs
of existence.

Then from out of that open wound,
out from that that visceral self-revealing,
the pulse of my life so starkly exposed
at last, saying something -
true.

In Crowning truth

Ivan Talbot in W A, has some lineage; online today
Claims Rollo and Miliesius, and Hezikiah are all his
Forebears such 'could be dire' I know this line of the
Irish King, for he's my blood too (my kith and kin) I
Find it strange, for I never knew.' Of Ivan ever twixt me
And you.' yet (Here he is a countryman) with his births
And proofs this Aussie man.' Through the lips of an
Alien ( returned to among his own ) off the lips of
Such came much of the 'tome' or Bible if you preffer to
describe.? Its where the will of God resides
Its prophets came, and come today.' In line with Him
His will to say, yet back to Ivan who values who seeks
Redress and the prophets and much.' In breif
The weal of the
Realm (that seems just and true? ) yet he needs the
People I'm telling you.! so Ivan who I have never met.!
May they try your claim, let the lords debate let
The laywers vet..' And if you
Are as you claim and say, I'll meet and greet you as
My blood; and true compadre.!

I Know a Place of Silence

I know a place of silence
Where one can roam about -
Touch the height of peace
And watch the morning crown.
It's a place well-hidden -
Where no worry survives -
Where no thoughts break in
And living hope abides -
Where seraphs may be found
And joy is my raiment -
Where clouds meet the ground
And keep the dewy haven.
It's under mesquite trees -
Over their medusan roots
And in mellow sun rays
And their assuring proofs.
It's by the pale mescals -
Under some tender stalk -
Between granite boulders
In shades of ochre and chalk
And among the cactus
That you'll find the place.

Virgin Mary Loved By Catholics

Enduringly left the spiritual task
Of praying for what Catholics  ask:
A fresh day in her wondrous breakthroughs bask,
An open-it-and-one-finds-rich food flask,
For lovers of the fabric: Good Damask,
The wisdom for proofs statue is no mask.
None prays that she outrage owners of cask:
Saints who smoke and you can’t its question ask…

It’s been a back-dated virginity:
If one tastes sex, flees one’s virginity;
There’s no answering-it opportunity;
The pregnant now faces maternity:
A sacristy that gets more decorative,
This no big deal to judge pejorative…

At one point wanted some word with her son,
While he had devotees in the sun;
And it was time Christ crushed Monopoly:
The more hateful than Oligopoly…

No disputing this: some film editing
But a camera for Mary fitting.

My Time For Musicians

My valued time for musicians:
On-stage a class of magicians,
Though their tunes not for theologian’s
Who brand musicians logicians…

It’s a reaching-out to people 
For stirring their dreams or ripple,
Musicians for the route to love,
Their tunes proofs of its being a dove
“While living, bleeding and kicking
A lip you conquered be licking,
Even as time keeps a-ticking.
And unsolved mad problems sticking."

Man’s sought scarce time for musicians. 
They’d envision bright conditions,
In songs hallowing beauticians;
Or them rhythmic renditions:
Lots of creative time finding,
For actions to a pair binding;
Now, no axe for spouses’ grinding
Not with great tunes for a minding

New Life Curriculum

Dreams continue as he pursues and fits into those new life shoes/
Steams of old morose songs singing sad blues in dark venues/
Has his hold paddling multiple life canoes/
His eyes mold maddening views of how not to use or misuse /
Less issues to load tissues and blow revenues /
He construes the con’s cruise how he’d abuse and throw a fuze /
Irrelevant spoofs but now he refuels and will refuse /
To lose how he broke a fuzed fool loose into bomb grooves /
Explodent raising the roof with booms and more proofs /
Next go sent is praising a nerd goof’s blurred sluice see through / 
An Oxymoron to use without suboxone, oxycontin or any proxy plottin /
That’s rotten like heroin in pill form not an option /
From hereon in I’m building and recovering /
I’ve beaten my cranial region and more covering/
It’s a pain in the neck and the back sore hovering /
Pain multiplied by the passion is what caused action /
The symptom is contamination leaving one ultimatum /
Create a new life curriculum to cure ick-n-glum

Mesmerizes

Mesmerizes

Holly Dolly
Mesmerizes me 
Ahead her work
Calls Me

Proofs her love
Not for me
But for hersake
Abandoning Romance

The Newspaper

Keep your morning informed 
With a piece of newspaper
Stay connected with the rest of the world
Besides your small confined self-centred world
Stay up-to-date with 
The critical news
The breaking news
The latest news
The in-depth reports
Like dropping a bombshell into a dull world
But news can't simply be surfaced
Without evidence of a witness 
Or some physical proofs
Or else it will be charged
But a piece of news after 
A long court case or a suspension
Is no more first-hand
And no more attracting
And a piece of news incomplete
Is no more a reflection of the truth
A piece of newspaper will gradually become 
A piece of tissue paper,wrapping paper or waste paper 
And the world will simply forget it 
As a past event or a piece of history 
The world won't learn any lesson 
As it is no more news by tomorrow

Maximally Great

What’s captured my interest of late:
the notion of maximally great.
Some may find it odd
to talk thus of God,
but it’s part of an age-old debate.

Saint Anselm got off to a start;
got expanded upon by Descartes.
Then Kant came along,
convinced they were wrong;
the God proofs took a shot to the heart.

Anselm, you’ve heard of, I trust,
stated positively, being must.
’Twas Edwards, you see,
said non-being couldn’t be,
parrying Immanuel’s thrust.

Variants have surfaced since;
Plantinga is pretty intense:
discussions unfurled
into possible worlds,
and maximal excellence.

In the end, it all comes down to you;
possibility: a thing to work through.
With regard to reason,
one commits no treason
in accepting the premise as true.


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An interesting article on the subject can be found at:
https://peped.org/philosophicalinvestigations/article-plantinga-ontological-argument/

Platforms of the Estranged

Words_ in my garden@ the edge of thorns. 
Population cultivation of shrapneled bones.
My thoughts, mine, alone.
My as she helixed the change 
of elixired kool aid and iced earth, 
Ayahuasca tea to drink under the crystal sun; 
To be or not to be undone. 
Dangled as a charm over my eyes, 
walled popularity, 
that rivit ring resurrection machine gun
@A rising force of risen suns, 
from the sea of emptiness
@circlet chain fire testing this blue toothed, 
teething proofs of brainwashing that is being done. 
Cutting me tooths on techlobotomy future suturies, 
filling with bad blood, 
of milk undone into channels of soured diversities. 
Blasphemies abreast of Bathory, Borden, 
Mystopheles. 
Metaspinions on bile for birth of strange aeons and late night gerd.
Storied olde.
Waking death, rebirth, federation, 
mental masturbation, folly, jolly rogered 
as if it depends on. 
A friend, so I have heard, 
fair weather turns cold.

Poem Ll

I wake up
and found it 
a burning.
To light my
way at least
to travel.
Hence to where
I can find
that tis proofs.

Cold Embrace

Something happens when we accept our own defeat
There's confusion and silence ego trip wakens from sleep
Without knowing we abandon our plan to continue
Justifiably argued grandiose our opinions 
Even though there's a part clinging on to the truth
Snuffed with malice deniably wrapped in reproof
We ignore it in spite of the honesty seethed
Bringing shame to toughest of men to their knees
I would offer solutions garner values and proofs
But Noone cares about honor and conviction, they lose
Genuinely said I just wish I could help
Even if I'm rebuked I will forgive you for myself
Funny isn't it? One day we will all be dead
And therefore I can die knowing there was nothing left unsaid....

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