I love you more than all the stars in the sky
I love you more than anyone else
I love you more than life itself
I love you more than I thought possible
I love you more than words can express
I love you more than numbers can quantify
I love you more than you love me
I love you more than you can ever know
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.
Gun is fired
Friction-slick bullets heat the barrel shocking the shoulder finding a new place in its socket
Metal pellets rain like rain or hail
As opposed to paper pellets or those made of grain derivatives
How many glyphs exist?
Those recognized by some higher authority
And how many more are there that go unaccounted for?
I have a set of my own
It is smart to keep part of yourself unaccounted for
Keep it on pages buried in second-hand drawer chests
When does a spider's web become a cobweb?
How much dust has to fall?
How many days?
Can we quantify it?
Dusts rain like rain, not like hail
Or like bird feathers telling you something must've happened above
Something of note
I refuse to dust
To wipe away my calendar
Non-numerical calendar grids
Compress to fit into layers
Layers only distinguished by time of fall
Of rain
Of feather
Not by barrier, nor boundary, nor anything which can be marked
Only known
It is only known that upon waking from sleep or else what
That more dust is there
Or maybe that
The surface of my skin has changed
The fibers of my clothes are more worn
And gravity still complies with its law
Some things, one can't quantify.
There are so many stars in the sky.
I can't count the ocean's fishes,
or one little girl's wishes.
The distance between two lips gives reference
To shaping breaths about to birth deference;
A process from brain's signal,
That connects one with actual
Status above affluence before preference.
A Monk With No God
Delta wave slumber, healing and pure.
Nothing the subconscious cannot cure.
All-in-all essence—creation’s force.
Impossible to name life’s true source.
Permeating worlds beyond count,
With grace, those cosmic numbers surmount.
Divine illumination within,
Consciousness eternal, without end.
“I think,” and thus prove that I exist—
Such an argument can be dismissed.
Unmeasured thought: no length, breadth, or weight.
Nothing to quantify or translate.
Cosmos expanding faster than light;
Humankind struggles with their own plight.
If nothing is greater than one’s mind,
How shall eternity be defined?
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A serving size they say is wise
Never issued a measuring cup
Nobody led with avoid demise
Here take a sweet nothing, yup!
How do you quantify gluttony?
Misrecognition from the start
Is it hunger or just bad company?
The hollow sale of a poisoned dart
You can't hold it both ways, In meaning.' You
Are either direct.' Or directionless..And thus
In a mess.' No less-en-ing, yet less kenning will ensue.' Though
You deny..Its more obvious..Showing through'
True.' Reality denying.? I find it at best tedious'
Not to mention trying.! And now cov-idiocy is
Really dying.' Symtoms seen, idio-tantric bouts
And much de-crying..Tantrum-atic antic's its
Virtuless incandesacnt-cy liquid spleen venting, venting' yet never airing.' Instead there
Is resenting and vitriol..And severe dis-connect, much fruit less conversation, born.? that really
Cripples the formerly upright soul; struggle of noble
Nations...How do I quantify.? Highlight the prints of such scorn.!
As I sat I stared at the teeniest tiniest of hairs which by and by was not so easy for these naked eyes to quantify it was but one single prayer that then as it were by or perhaps with some sort of surprise that I realized that what I had just then surmised could only have been seen slantwise…
Since you have been gone
A lot of water has passed under the bridge
A mixed bag of events have occurred
Leaving behind earth-shaking calamities
Difficult to quantify
As confusion like whirlwind
Keeps spreading and threatening
The very fabric of National Cohesion
Nobody knows what to believe anymore
As looters of our commonwealth
Keep spewing unbelievable theories
From two sides of their mouths
Shamelessly going back To their vomit of years gone by
To satisfy the cravings of their current masters
While citizens continue to wallow in abject poverty
Confused and traumatized
Where their next meals will come from
As their purchasing power has been eroded
By the demise of the national currency
Clubbed to death by inflation
And market forces
Never experienced in our chequered history
How often do I think of you?
Let's try to quantify:
1. If always was a number
I couldn't count that high,
2. If always was a distance
Try measuring the sky,
3. If always was a volume
The ocean would run dry,
4. If always was a lifetime
From birth through 1-0-5,
(And if I live beyond that,
as long as I'm alive)
The point of this is not to count,
Determine, or appraise
I'm telling you so that you know...
I think of you always
On this day, I think of those
who gave it all for a cause,
answered the call to duty and service.
I often wonder, what compels one
to make such a profound sacrifice,
how to quantify such bravery.
Those of us, the beneficiaries,
must honor them in remembrance,
our requisite duty to those who have fallen.
We must conduct ourselves in a manner
that honors their sacrifice,
show pride, patriotism and appreciation,
for this, we owe them all!
Stagnate, I laugh in black and white.
Aggravating circumstances of a one sided life. Guilt, strife, the ultimate price. Peaks and valleys, a gripping vice. Quantify flesh, justify insanity, intensify pain. Calculations of mortal manipulating pawns in attempt to temp a debt. A most cruel game of chess. Pressing forward, diving on the sword of humility, wielding a shield of lived mistakes, apathetically attempting to find and collect forgiveness in a basket weaved of kindness. And though closer to the summit, tirelessly I climb.
Asterism
that's how i can explain how we met
I'm no astronaut
but the stars aligned when i met you
Solace
is what i found in you
I've been happy all my life
but with you there's comfort
I can keep searching for words
words to express this feeling
now i realized why i couldn't
words are spoken and feelings are felt
using words to quantify
a feeling as deep as the oceans
express a feeling as complicated as life itself
this is an impossible task even for my teachers
my light in the dark
with you I've never been alone
The darkest nights still shines bright
The emptiest room is still filled.
i shouldn't take time expressing how i feel
I'm rather grateful i found you
© Eightietwo
I grew up blind
The kind that fades away with the gaping eye of knowledge
word on the tip of every patriotic tongue was independence
Little did my shut brain know, sham was a better word for it
The physicality was removed, that is certain
But ideas and creeds are still sung, venerating them
It’s as if our souls were trained for the job-faultlessly
Yet freedom is cried out from the fantasy of the beholder
How could it be that they quantify us unchained?
When the model of sophistication and elegance embellished
Fall in the wondrous sculpture molded of anything but our culture
Language is deemed "uncouth,” evermore forgotten as ancestral splendor
Colonialism ended to let on a superior beneficial exploitation
What better shrewdness than one concocted in plain sight?
We’ve seen their pockets outgrow them with our gold, our dignity
While we’re outran by their wars, and still, we grow old-blind
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