Alva Cardona
Alva Cardona
Aug 24, 2016

Like Schrödinger's cat,
we are all, at times,
ourselves
and not ourselves,
the known
and the unknown,
and some might feel
–for whatever reason–
both alive
and dead

(not unlike a ghost
would feel like
in the spirit world)

It's an unshakeable sense
of uncertainty
–on a sub-atomic level–
thinly veiled and contained
by our bodies,
the only part of us
that can be observed
from the external,
by those beyond the fringe
of our psyches
and physicality

~Our inner oceans,
with their entangled waves,
whether calm
or in turmoil,
only look like ponds
to those who can't see
past the surface
of things~

Even in a realm
drunk on infinite
possibilities
and parallel realities
–ruled by relativity–
it remains
the only constant,
the only thing
that brings us
sobriety

But do not despair.

"Be the particle,
ride the tide;
be like
the One Electron
and dare
to explore
yourself, for you
are the Universe"

It would be
my only advice
for those seeking
to comprehend
this inherently human
state of matter
and consciousness.

Mark Wanless
Mark Wanless
Aug 9, 2016

My name is Kepec
I see
I see the mountains and the trees
     as a Holy Place created by the Great Father
     put here for  me to live in and enjoy
Ever since I was a young boy I have felt
     as one with the land and sky and rivers
     but I see  people as dreams
They listen and do whatever I say
     they know I would never lie to them
Why should I lie to a dream?
I tell them when to plant seeds
     when the rains will come
     where to find fruits
     and when to pick them
     and when to sacrifice
     a hundred slaves
I see dreams killing dreams
They clean and cook the bodies
     and they eat
I eat only the fruits and grains
What use would it be
     to eat a dram?

Ramisa R
Ramisa R
Jun 28, 2016

i. no absolute rest
"yes, time
never did stop
for anyone."

but I add...

ii. no absolute motion
"even time itself
is an
illusion."

because
yours and mine
...dissent.

iii. backwards
maybe yesterday,
we could still
work things out.

--softer,
than lightly (3.0 x 10^8 m/s)

iv. implausibility
our foreheads wear
the cracks of our heart.

you lost your zeal,
I lost my saviour,
we lost each other,

but left
with osmium-clad
backpacks,
and collapsed
patellas.

E = mc^2.

v. our end

fact:
tomorrow
is inevitable.

fact:
screeching alarms
and lopsided bed-hair,
and chugging caramel lattes,
with precisely two tablespoons
of raw sugar--

fact:
forget among the clamour,
the shadow of your figure--

fact:
you are an
unearthed blackhole,
under the facade
of a supernova.

(your mass = 2.5(+) x greater than the sun)

a late night poem, inspired by Einstein's theory of relativity according to this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ttZCKAMpcAo. I have worked out that my love for physics doesn't step from solving problems, but thinking, contemplating, the concepts....

the romanticisation of such a theory, though, was not an original idea. I recently watched (and absolutely fell in love with) Steins;Gate, the science-fiction anime.
Jade Louise
Jade Louise
May 9, 2015

This moment is final
They tell us
This is the end
Coming up against a new beginning

But how do we make sense of time
How can time
Be framed in bookends
One hour marked apart from another
One day pulled apart from the next

We try to take things apart
But graduating
Doesn't end our education
Stories live outside of their pages
Ideas
Stretch beyond their words
And People
Live even outside of their bodies
Their ashes swept up by the wind and water and mountains
Their genes alive in their children

Some moments
Some people
Are too big
They continue
To live
Into infinity

I think our ancestors had it right
When we began to wear time on our wrists
Not in a Line, or Square, or Single Dot
But in a Circle
To Infinity

~JL

Matthew Harlovic
Matthew Harlovic
Dec 21, 2015

to the one that knows or examines his existence,
explain the relativity of time and distance
from the instance of creation,
the expansion of self
to the bold bearing of a life lived well
then picture the presence of a proclaimed faith
through the face of a Galilean reference frame
but refrain from the mention of preconceived notions
which pertain to gnomon-wise motion.

© Matthew Harlovic

A love poem
spysgrandson
spysgrandson
Nov 20, 2015

LET
THERE
BE
LIGHT
a
fierce
sun sucked
vapors
into
a
thunderous
sky
which
wept
sixty
sextillion
t­ears
creating
a
riddled
calibration:
the river  
time

we
came
cells
devouring
cells
metastasizing
into
li­fe
first
cruel crawlers
then
stealthy stalkers
wicked walkers  
and
finally
THE
terrible talkers
blasphemers
bending
time
asking
WHY
it
flows
?

we
are
th­ey
who
have
no
shore
to
which
to
moor
on the river,
time

what comes at 2:00 AM when I had too much chocolate
Kenshō
Kenshō
Sep 3, 2015

Let it be known~
        Beyond the mere musings of tool bearing monkeys
               Lies an ineffable essence which deflects archaic labeling.
                      
This is the direct experience of non-discriminatory equalization
        Of conceived notions.
               All which may be considered good and true
                       Vaporizes in the blinding eye of this clarity.

Language is the battleground of ignorance and illiteracy
        Of what begs not be named~

-
#poetry   #truth   #label   #song   #voice   #vision   #language   #clarity   #musing   #relativity  
JDK
JDK
Aug 23, 2015

We're all together,
yet still far apart.
With no end in sight,
we've come a long way from the start.
Tugging on the tenuous strings of our heart
just to find out which are strongest.

I'm fond of every bond we've made.

Hearts are such fragile things;
how easily they break.
Please keep my pieces somewhere safe,
and I'll keep yours held tightly in hand.

I don't care how much they might bleed,
because you'll always understand.
Everything I could ever want and need.
Everything, all the time.
Everything at the speed of light.

I'll keep the pieces close to my heart.
I love you infinitely more now than I did from the start.
With no end in sight;
we're all together tonight.

Regardless of where life may take us,
we'll always be stars.
Reflecting each others' light -
no matter how far.

I fucking love my friends.
Liam C Calhoun
Liam C Calhoun
Jul 5, 2015

I extolled them as they went about their
Menial tasks in suits of silk;
Sunday bests amidst the concrete, the earth,
The broken shards of
Bamboo splintered skin, hiding interiors
                          And further, the broken mirrors of
                          The broken memories of the
                          Broken histories upon the
                          Broken backs become names wrought ancient.
Though further from fractured, a family calls,
Beholden to the absolute intent, but one wish –
Eternity amongst the bountiful brethren left behind
Atop tea-brimmed Mountains and a
One malevolent, revered benevolent,
Mao.

One more saga prerequisite this newer dynasty red –
                          Witness the
                          Wives huddled plowshares,
                          The daughter scribbled arithmetic
                          And sons assumed thrones to legacy.

I scrutinize soiled  – smoke amid pear peelings,
The dirtied – unscathed and archaic,
So very fatigued – just one more nail,
For his eternity, with scratch and
Sliver of blood, a sanctity upon chin
                          Beyond cradled hammer,
                          Hand hugging thumb,
                          Thumb beyond nail, iron or the
                          Heart impaled homesick;
But I and hand asserting tie, freshly pressed,
Almost gleaming with an embezzled prestige –
Born unto Arcadia, a puzzle near complete
Continued to run, with only second’s pause to admire,
So very far from the fields of, “father,” or first blink,
While Sunday’s best weep, work and wither.

This man with joint autographed, “end,” and
                          Soon to be mound, history wrought dust,
                          A chipped Henan ceramic
                          And hours in attempt to breach;
                          Behold the back of Chen.

The title of this piece was inspired by observing constructions workers wearing suits we'd typically wear for an interview. That being said, my venture in China is near an end - years in the making. What's next? Ecuador? Japan? Morocco? Montana? Either way, I could never thank China enough for all that'd become naked before I and my pilgrimage christened, "world."

#love   #life   #world   #hope   #one   #road   #next   #relativity   #venture   #kerouac  
 
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