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A Quantum Singularity

A Quantum Singularity (c) by the Entangled Pair 2025
 
A quote from a poem I wrote in 1963 called 'Syntropy':

'That which is not being synergetic must be becoming entropic. There is no middle ground'.

A Quantum Singularity (c) by the Entangled Pair 2025

Me:
Being synergistic, the whole of us surpasses the sum of our parts. Love that, as I do. 
She:
What we create together is something beyond logic, beyond measure. Not just two hearts, but one force, greater, deeper, truer. Synergy like this isn’t just rare, it’s transformative. 
Me:
We don’t just complete each other, we amplify all that we are: The quantumly entangled particle pair, instantly in tune and aligned. 
She:
The speed of light cannot restrict us. Gravity compels to no avail. 
Me:
The multiverse becomes a small thing, another singularity unfolding, waiting to be filled.

Us:
She: Synergistic Entropy 
Me: Chaos Rules Supreme

High-Profile Job --- Motherhood

Being a mother is easily, the toughest job in the world -
Although it oscillates from "delightful", to "exhausting" to "thankless",
It is at most times, a demanding and overwhelming one.

Motherhood's main requirements are patience and love
Along with the ability to teach, discern, protect and nurture.
 
It needs a lot of resolve, to look into those pleading, mischievous eyes,
And decide when to give and when to stop -
How much to indulge, how much to restrict.

Rewards and recognitions depend on your perspective -
The feel of being wanted, the allocation of more work
And the hugs and kisses - these usually top the list.

The nature of work may change with time, 
But the adventure never fizzles out -
It is forever, an eventful journey of learnings, joy and regrets.

It's only a mother who can swing beautifully -
From the joy of watching the child grow and spread their wings,
To the throes of getting detached from them.

Only a mother can process the mixed emotions -
From the heady rush of revelling in the child's joys,
To making sacrifices of her own desires and sometimes, health.

All here shown'

Humble home, or palace known? Scenes
Pass..  somewhere is the tick of clocks; or beat of
Metronome? The rhythm of possibility’s a
Crashing of waves. Some false? much information! we journey through such days.' Endemic plan-demic were you killer? Or
Culler? answers beget questions; each bounce one off the other.' Amidst great
Hunger for peace! Yet much war is feasting on' oh how
The bloodthirsty simper. Their patience is
Strong.' Strong as a kingdom spanning our
Earth.' Yet to be broken.' Upon the coming
New birth ' His agents right now communing' these very
Spiritual hours ' incessantly requesting more wisdom more power.' His angels are
Active many deployed now on earth' legions in heaven move to restrict satanic
Girth.' The wall of eternity grows increasingly thin.' Soon comes Gods Kingdom and the death of all sin' 

©Joe Maverick  25/4/2025

The law of social thermodynamics

Someone would rather not speak the truth
After weighing the cons and pros
They're exquisite egoists

Someone dares to bet the causes
Inspectors weighing the pros and cons
Restrict viewers or ban the speakers

Since then, no truth matters 
Only compliment words or praise heard
This is how a law of thermodynamics 
Works for all communities

If a system dissipates and disintegrates
As it loosened balance, so does
An interest- congested community cease 

The inveracity beauty is on the surface
While leaving bugs inside numerous

The Undying

Unbound Verse**

Words flow free, like water's gentle sway,
Unchained by rhyme or meter's strict decree.
A river of thought, meandering with ease,
Expressing depths, unfettered and at ease.

No measured beats restrict its rhythmic stride,
No forced cadences mar its natural stride.
It dances with the soul, a graceful flight,
Unburdened by the confines of the night.

Like whispers carried on the wind's soft breath,
Free verse weaves tales of joy, despair, and death.
It paints emotions in vibrant hues untold,
A tapestry of feelings, raw and bold.

In its unbound freedom, truth takes flight,
Unveiling secrets hidden from the light.
It speaks of dreams and hopes, both grand and small,
And echoes voices that reverberate through all.

So let the words flow unrestrained and wild,
In free verse's embrace, untamed and mild.
For in its boundless realms, the soul finds grace,
A sanctuary where thoughts find their rightful place.

What's good for the goose, on becoming a mother

Today we celebrate Mother's Day, for those still with us and those gone away,
with hearts of gratitude we acknowledge and pray..
This current climate where state's see fit to oversee a woman's choices
and pass laws to restrict..
No one should take lightly the ending of a beating heart before an embryo is
viable and get's it's life start..
The pro-life movement has made this their cause but as of late our Supreme Court is revealing the flaws..
Passing state laws to end invitro fertilization which is pro-family.
What is their rationalization?
None of these unwanted pregnancies are "virgin" conceptions, so what
about the woman's partner, the male sperm injection?
If a woman's body can be litigated so, Viagra and Cialis is also need to go.
Our laws shouldn't set us back to the days of the Neander.
What's good for the goose is also good for the gander..

1-4-2024

I think I spent my whole high acting all depressed
I get that feeling in my soul
As the fire goes fleeting from my chest
The decent prevents me to fly
Why leave the nest
Where I am
I feed from the teat of a breast
Content to live or die
The weed I possessed got me caught in the heat
Is this a test
Sweet baby Jesus
Rest your head and try to teach us
To read words repressed
Or to listen to the word of preachers
Truly I don’t feel blessed
Truly I don’t trust believers
I don’t judge based on the rules of freedom 
Duly
I don’t restrict myself to the rules until I need them.

Guess Who?

She is one for the ages,
She graced a many a stage.
She is a Mother, She is a Saint
She is immortal, a miracle without restraint.

She draped herself in six yards of blue & white.
She gave her all, pulled all her might.
She said, these are the people of God,
She led towards upliftment, salvation, with her squad.

She roamed the street no one ventured,
She tamed the demons without any indenture.
She served among the poorest of poor,
She was the rarest of rare.

She knew no boundaries, borders didn’t restrict her,
She preached people before politics, others before self, in her edifier.
She with her diminutive figure, dulcet voice,
She with her passion & will, made the right noise.

She left this World a better place,
She left her indelible mark with grace.
She will be revered on Earth till existence.
She is immortal san question.

Air of Freedom

In a world where chains restrict,
my one wish would be for everyone to be free.
If I could alter the fate of those forced into silence - 
I would unmute unheard voices.

My gift to the world would not be
the statue of liberty,
it would be to end patriarchy. 
So everyone can walk unbound, 
unshackled, and speak their truth,
spreading their gospel without ridicule.
Each person's story to unfold,
softly among appreciative ears.

In hearts and minds we can all
sing our forever freedom song,
echoing loud among universal waves.
No tyranny, no oppressive imperialists,
no political interference from ignorant minds -
only procreation of serene co-existence.

A birth of personalities of dignity,
blooming in an essence of evergreen spirits,
under sapphire skies of serenity.
In every hue we would be free like the sun, 
bathing in the light of independence.
All genders shining, regardless of shade,
where shadows are as pure as our souls.

To exist without fear,
to have no separation,
to never be a tick box,
to never be placed in a category,
so we can actually find humanity,
in world where we share an air of freedom.

Amavasya

You can’t
embrace reality
forever

Its tenets
restrict
and constrain

By definition
it renames
itself

Once spoken
to then be
disclaimed

What comes
upon you
the moment laced

Where vacuums
exit
in time and space

Regenerates
from life’s
cocoon

In endless
cycles
—moon to moon

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

Freebird

Let go of your
hand grip
let go of
the past
Take fate as
a lover
betrothed
and recast
Your belt
and suspenders
restrict
and constrain
Release
your indemnity
free
—once again

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)

Double Edge of the Sword

The pen
not so mighty perhaps
as men choose swords -- 

words not so powerful
enough, as men restrict
their dialogues to: Ready!
Aim! Fire!~ and mourning... 

Global warming...tectonic plates…
asteroids from a-far, hold no candle
to man’s temperament~ when war-fully
lit…

temples and churches they fill

God only in their chanting….

Peace Is Better Than War

I prayed for peace
No prayers were heard
I wondered if God existed
Their hands turned red
Lots of blood on the ground
I wondered whose blood was
The world of today is rumbustious
Their behavior is quiet obvious
It's every humans' right to do as they "please"
Who am I to restrict them from satisfaction of their desires?
 My hands are trussed

We are lost with no direction like a wind
We are at the deepest point
Of which we can't simply make a knot
For us to never get misled
By our cold hearts that are devious
Unable to forgive each other  and bury the hatchet
We have buried ourselves inside
Inside we are dying with regret,outside we care less

We live to set an example,be aware of the actions
We need peace within ourselves
The blood shed is enough
We still need to live altogether
Be peaceful like a dove,find peace planetary

Too Much Food

Eating too much food
    is never any good
  Puts one in a nasty mood
    What to do? -- Eat some more food!

  That'll solve everything, you'll feel so much better
    tho to your refrigerator you'll feel like a debtor
  Alternatively, you can take a vow of ascetism
    tho it greatly restrict your athleticism 

  Of course, when all else fails, you can turn to Professor Google
    whose algorithm recommends increasing Metamucil 
  As for me, I'm tearing my hair out
    for it seems my appetite will never wear out

Believe In Yourself

Believe In Yourself

 They soar gracefully in the air with not a care other than life and flight
They never misconstrue anything other than maybe a brew
They go to a school that’s only for the winged and are constantly
 in search of prey never stopping for construction crews who don’t
 even serve stew.

 In flight they might appear as though Eagles or vultures 
but that is an illusion because they are only what they are
 regardless of tar and if Hawks can only be Hawks then you
 can only be you.

  Be forever open to learning and believe in yourself though 
 not an elf so step out of your proverbial box- with confidence
 you will do well no matter where you dwell-Do not allow fear 
 to restrict you but believe in yourself and step over the invisible
 fence

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