Theoretical physicists say that there’s really no such thing as “time.” That our perception of time is just how our minds work but that, in reality, everything is happening at once.
Somewhere, Harry James’ trumpet is crying out to lovers. Do you hear it?
Romeo is about to take stage for the first time - Kennedy is climbing into the convertible - and I’m about to meet my true love - will I know, did I know? Argh!
Time passes by or stays, unseen. Contrails forever linger, flowers never die and kisses don’t end.
This school day certainly feels like it’s lasting forever.
OPEN THE DOOR SASSY
I GOT SOMETHING
PRETTY TO SHOW YOU
COME ON SASSY GET THE DOOR
IT'S A REAL PRETTY THING
YOU'LL LOVE IT.
IT GETTIN COLD OUT HERE SASSY COME ON.
SASSY OPEN THE DOOR, BABY
PEOPLE ARE START TO LOOK.
SASSY !
SASSY !
KNOCKING ON THE DOOR,
sASSY OPEN THE DAMN DOOR BEFORE I KICK IT IN.
sASSY WHAT YOU DOING IN THEIR?
There once was a person poetical
Whose writing was quite theoretical.
With words so abstract
They were sure to attract
A following of friends hypothetical.
March 2016
Max Planck and Neils Bohr,
theorized deep dark matter's gore
quantum thinking of universal matters
visioned truth amidst all the jabber
more clearly seen, cosmos' creation
is more than just an aberration
so, when I grow up, I wanna be,
at the center of my entropy
© Goode Guy 2013-04-22
http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/entropy #3
A fragrant dancing tickles in my nose
Inhaling deep- intoxicant perfume-
Of some invisible narcotic rose.
The earth is host to swirling love in bloom!
Yet summers final blossom wilts away.
Each dawning promissory sunset sky-
Spectacular transition- ends each day,
And no escaping, not for you and I!
Two points of view may vary constancy,
Surrendering to marginal debate.
Relinquishing all fervent penalty,
Embracing change, I yield, my devastate.
May love transcendent of mentality
Deliver always swift reality!
My thoughts often meander
from poetry to love to sex to God
seamlessly without punctuation
Unique theories lovers hold as their own
generate discourse about aches
of being with a love
and being alone
There's this little fuzzy wuzzy bunny,
Who all year round eats loads of honey.
Now you’d expect his tummy to be runny
This fuzzy wuzzy little bunny
However, the honey has an adverse effect
And when I tell you, you will not like it I expect
The poor sod suffers from severe constipation
Until he feels a bowel movement sensation
He seeks a discrete place to release
The load that make him look obese
His baked in for a year in his tummy
The poor fuzzy wuzzy little bunny
With his hind legs astride, bunny squats just a bit
Knowing the pain he has to suffer when it's time to have a sh-t
First, come out as little pebbles then follow the great big boulders
The kind that gives him the feeling his been split from his a-se to his shoulders
He chews grass as a medicinal lozenge
To numb his a-se that now looks like a blood orange
Fuzzy wuzzy little bunny knows it all over when he lets out a great big fart
Then picks up his mess discretely and hides it in isle 14 at Kwik Mart.