Ethe-real, looking at what is more.? Quantifiable mass
There is much more space than can be measured or
Weighed..Millenia.? Who has lived one Methusela almost'
And so some of humanity tries, to take the reigns of power
Yet all things belong to God.' Seen and unseen, strong or
Weak.'
Categories:
quantifiable, appreciation, bible, character, confidence,
Form: Free verse
Blossoming heart of the cosmos’ union,
With every connection to interstellar waves.
The path of All seems to wander aimlessly,
Leading nowhere except the oasis of mind.
Esoterically challenged, by the ambient soul,
We shine brightly in the spiritual realm.
In this physical form we are deluded,
To thoughts of limitations, we stop evolving.
Memories of past lives, in some lie extant,
Pushing back those intuitive emotions.
Believing that all can be quantifiable facts,
As artists strive to bring the magic back.
Falling behind while we waste our time,
Weighing the pros and cons to life.
Examining the exterior of the world,
Our direction now we believe we have found.
Populating propaganda like needing war,
Closing the door on the prophets before.
Seeking out wisdom from others that talk,
No longer do we run, walk or crawl.
Categories:
quantifiable, science, science fiction,
Form: Free verse
Our instinctive want for quality,
Conscious brushing off of quantity,
As quantity reaps in annoyance,
While quality breathes out balance.
Quotes of quality beats quantity,
Equal irony to a cat-loved person,
When they reason the clingy cats,
As more loving quantifiable quality.
The notions of quality and quantity,
Should ground mutually inclusive,
Not quality thriving off on quantity,
Nor quantity demeaning out quality.
Every love language is different,
Not the same him her you I,
Proving both defeats its purpose,
With two persons ending in sigh.
No longer should the notions be,
The usual quality beats quantity,
Rather how impressions ought be,
Quality and quantity in matrimony.
Categories:
quantifiable, cat, emotions, feelings, growth,
Form: Free verse
Your path in life I always aim to enhance.
My time with you is balanced as best I can
most often driven by your dependance.
Independence the goal since your life began.
Remember mistakes make way for another chance
to embrace the lessons of lifes great plan.
My love is not something to balance
nor to feel shared or compared by our clan
For each of you its unique in substance
not quantifiable, not more or less than
My love will hold strong no matter the distance
I am yours, always, for you are my children.
Categories:
quantifiable, family, love,
Form: Rhyme
Deep within the legend,
Lies the paradigm:
Concepts so vast,
yet eternally combined.
Certain ideas that ever-last
those who need it defined
but I can assure you that fate
Is pre-determinedly assigned
And it's up to you to gravitate
Toward where it can align.
In the grand scheme
Of this complex quantum design,
Is a beautiful theme
That could be depicted as divine.
Action begins with thought
That could not confine
What we all had sought
And what we had bore in mind.
Yet with that all under consideration,
We need to know how your reality is also mine
With some quantifiable explanation
That we'll eventually intertwine.
So due to your position
Throughout space and time,
Find the nearest mission
That allows you to further ascend or climb.
Categories:
quantifiable, animal, anxiety, art, august,
Form: Free verse
In the depth of night
While all is quiet
The mind starts to fade
Off into unexplainable shades
Conjuring images universally bound
A state of inexplicable bliss
twisting, shifting, contorting forms
Time itself ceases to exist
Where is this mysterious place?
A kind of subliminal trance
Which can be tapped into
Any given time you like
Is this the land of the youth?
The one the ancients refer to?
The same path the shaman walks?
Swirling colours and shimmering beings
In the light of day, it is possible
But lacks a quality that is not quantifiable
Though allusive as it appears
The difference is noticeable
Can we traverse the time continuum
Simply by inducing a trance?
Do our ancestors speak to us
In tongues unknown to our ears?
I believe this to be true
And have experienced it first hand
As I stomped my feet like a crazed bull
Turning into a trance dance
The tongue definitely foreign
But the emotions spoke clearly
This connection between realms
Maybe thin, but does exist
Categories:
quantifiable, allegory, image, introspection,
Form: Free verse