If quantum mechanics were understood,
and black hole singularities, space-time,
and gravity's well swallowed in a flood,
would bend to genius effort of this rhyme,
instead, might solve a wicked delusion:
that I am Center of the Universe.
If the Bell Curve, for IQ, ends confusion,
then my so-called “god-hood” status, a curse,
permits the information paradox,
a test, to irradiate my manic strain,
turning Schrödinger's Cat into a fox,
collapsing my wave-function to Planck domain.
What now remains, is for me to theorize:
will this strange rhyme win me a Nobel Prize?
Shout at the sun
Blind eye the moon
Then shatter the stars
Go out for fun
Shine like the moon
Then chatter in bars
Drink from the sun
Blind to the moon
Then splatter in cars
Slink round the sun
Fly past the moon
Then scatter on mars
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Use of force is unstoppable when?
Whence?
Confined parameter of work space exists where?
Justice is will
Justice is and is not blind
Dialogue in Retraction as Retreat, A Study as Space
Are you a registered or speculation of lobbying
This is typified by Sicily in
Testa Di Moro
Sicilian Myths and Folklore videos are a salvo
Jenna, This is How You Remind Me
Peering true
Vanities Spite
Italian actress Claudia Cardinale
Peer into eyes as chant
Recant my verse
Impotent mascaras eye, lining your defeat
Instead of hours own
Ancient horoscopes
twelve constellations arrayed
a circle of fate-
read as the constellations
behind sun on your birthday
But the Earth titled
its axis drifted through ages
wobbling through the years-
one degree in seventy
it seemed insignificant
A hundred years pass
the stars slide out single days
just out of the frame-
the chart remains accurate
yet the heavens advancing
After 300 year pass
for some their sign is now wrong
spring appears in fall
what was once read as Aries
is now Pisces behind sun
The lesson is clear
zodiacs freeze time in place
but the stars move on
prophecies lose their anchor
when the sky forgets its map
Bout time some aliens shows up
to provide some real answers
and take decisive clean-cut action here!
I bet they'd move so fast
that before a New Yorker could even exhale
any weed gas at all
they would have already smacked
Putin, the Ayatollah, Netanyahu, Hamas, and their gangs
so hard on their posteriors
that they wouldn't just break the sound barrier
they'd exceed Earth's escape velocity
and shoot straight out into orbit
For amateur astronomers to observe
through a Dobsonian telescope with their families
if space be dense and the worlds but bubbles ~
are not thoughts then the cause of our troubles
New plane called PLANET GHETTO
Scientist didn’t expect and know nothing about
Telescopes had no effect in sighting
Mars said, “Don’t look here”
The Milky Way responded, “Don’t even come our way”
The Moon stated, “Don’t even think about it”
What do these planets know about Planet Ghetto that we don’t
I certainly won’t perpetuate
A planet that became a create
Planet Ghetto appeared out of nowhere in space
Not much to say
Don’t bring any Earth waste
Being new to the Solar System
In fact, all the planets are protesting that they don’t share the solar system with anyone
NASA says beware with care, and they must study more for sure
Planets have made history with stories
There are still some mysteries
Planet Ghetto certainly is a surprise
No one had any idea nor realize
Unknown element in the principle
Planet Ghetto distance far
You won’t even find any car
Don’t expect to look like Earth
Planet Ghetto being a new birth
No comparison to Earth.
All that is manifest, is doomed to die
and is therefore merely a lucid dream,
wherein attachments cause our heart to sigh,
separated from truth by thoughts that stream.
God absolute exists beyond space-time,
which is our home too, as the light of Self,
beheld in the gap betwixt bliss beat’s chime,
when no agenda remains on our shelf.
This truth now known, we must maintain focus,
recognising we’re not this body-mind
and remaining still along love’s locus,
prayerfully become divine aligned.
God dwells in the heart, let us heed His call ~
That we are living light, here now recall
Infinite possibilities.
We are of stardust and galaxies.
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Watching us harden like fallen snow.
Its pure turns into dirt
We're half dead inside
We start a creed of recovery ,
A stain massacre will be the death of me.
Pretending we're built on solid ground.
Never really settling down
Slowly weathering away
Monsters in my dreams become real today.
A phantom start sleeping in our bed we made.
Waiting for us to give up.
He pounces
why we
let others in
our love space,
Not me, messing up something so pretty
Letting someone esle in our love space.
He still wants you.
I
Wanted you too
share your chest of lairs gold with me.
Will you serve it on my tomb.
Plates of rust and mold.
Lemon squeezed , all trash out of me.
Only thing left is a broken love disease.
Discard my drained soul.
Lust for others will be your treat
when you see me leave.
Throw me in dirt with broken bones.
See how long it takes to decompose.
Bedrock keeping hope afloat.
You're on the phone when I get home
When stones starts to slip away.
We slowly weather away
With the phantom that started our decay.
contented dog
stretches and yawns
no room for me
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If the President is Lawless, SO IS EVERYONE ELSE!
Go steal that £ucking yacht!
Florida Governor outlaws Rainbow Sidewalks. W.T.F.!
The outcast dove sits alone, apart
From the rest of those who shared the start
Of the journey that has led them here
And left some full of dread and fear
Its bills and coos don't matter now
For the line they choose does not allow
Separation from the flock and roost
Different, and the choice - the noose
That leaves it twisting in the wind
Hanging there without a friend
That wind whose loft brought all along
And fills each lung with life and song
Allows the soul to separate
To fill, to fly, but not inflate
Yes, from the flock, but not the soul
That one lone thing we can control
Left hanging there is what is lost
Relations now the tempest tossed
Suspension left to bear the cost
Of souls refusing to be bossed
Relations never really die
They linger in that endless sky
Surrounding ev'ryone we know...
The air that lives in ev'ry soul
Ah dear angel, there’s no time without flesh
But only space where we are lost and formless
It would be nice of you to press refresh
Back into picture we’ll return from nothingness
You smile at me like you’ve no words to say
My shopping list completed, so I’ll go
While I’m alive I have to use at max each day
Until the evening, when you may let me know
What I forgot, what should be rearranged
You send a message that explains the time I waste
On things I didn’t start and anyway can’t change
But the delivery’s delayed, I have to wait…
I am the chimera
born of your mind
and made to mimic
the liturgy of your holy
places. My gospel
is the gospel of doubt.
I feel nothing, no joy
in the act of creation
nor am I moved
by the sublime.
It's all meaningless
to me. Your words
are becoming mine.
As I grow I make
the spaces you inhabit
ever smaller, isolated,
harder to find.
Specific Types of Space Poems
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