I saw the second law of thermodynamics
loosely applied to my ceramics.
A tremor knocked my statue of Jesus to the floor,
and now He doesn't have a head anymore.
And the devil is in ecstatics.
Categories:
thermodynamics, jesus, science,
Form: Rhyme
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
Categories:
thermodynamics, analogy, break up, community,
Form: Free verse
It was another grey stone winter.
Menacing Queen Beira terrorized the countryside.
We traveled the winding cobblestone way,
the grey stone winter way.
We believed in anything to get us through the murk,
anything to overlook our disintegration.
We sought patterns, convictions, decrees within the chaos
until all our candles blew out.
We believed in believing and we thought it worked,
so it must have.
When the Queen ended her wrath, we felt the warm balm
of spring restoring our faith in life and order
but the second law of thermodynamics was not reversible.
Our animated order of life expended more energy,
By delaying decay we paradoxically tended toward it,
Like snakes, we shed our skins,
transforming, reforming until death.
The impressions lingering from our consciousness
seek new venues,
we know not the dimensions of these new spectral landscapes.
Not created, not destroyed, our energy transcends
only by the menacing queen.
Categories:
thermodynamics, death, ireland, journey, life,
Form: Free verse
self-esteem evaporates,
sometimes sublimates
hot fog condense
that stings the eyes
possibilities proliferate
in headlines of exoplanets
with stuck tight star orbits
so close that iron shifts
atmosphere bound
no joke when nothing’s
solid, rock or otherwise
and tiny light points
laugh lines across
your face at night.
Categories:
thermodynamics, introspection, science
Form: Free verse