In the first breath,
when our quanta
were lined up in pairs
and shaking hands,
the cosmic seed
erupted with violence.
Perpetual particles,
blasted through
space over time,
and left this atomic web
that expands to converge,
dissolves to reshape,
into infinite patterns…
into transient forms.
Forms are sculpted
by the ceaseless
building and branching
of chances and choices–
of cause and effect–
collapsing into structure,
actualizing into being–
Our beings.
In these carbon containers,
our particles find home together,
shaking hands once again…
all finally here,
all inevitably perfect,
as they rejoin and rejoice
in the same cosmic instant.
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 11:35 AM UTC
Playing ball
with a sack
full of words,
I nod along
as you set up.
Clinging to my drink
as if my bones
were connected,
I trace my pocket
over and over again.
Until finally,
your voice slows,
and my hands catch
your words.
As they reach
to toss back
a response,
I’m relieved
to have something–
anything–
to do with my hands.
Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 12:25 AM UTC
Cutting through the canvas of silence,
you present as a practiced painter,
laying out all your lines
with deliberate ease.
Each stroke
of your tongue
frames intention
with perfect dimension,
while this pause
signals invitation
for interpretation.
But the shapes your lips make,
collapse with your features,
and I’m left unsure of your tone.
I can't gauge your reaction,
but it dictates my next word.
Your brushstrokes fall faster
than I’m able to sift through
my archives of memory,
searching for something
that might help me relate.
I inventory my pallet of words
But the pigments are dull
And their boundaries blended.
I try to string together a response,
But the art of conversation
is lost on me.
Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 12:23 AM UTC
I’m Triaxial,
In geometry,
This X, Y, and Z…
Caged by coordinates–
So planar, unfree
And time’s forward flow,
Just won’t let me go,
It’s sometimes too fast…
Then, relatively too slow
There’s a down direction,
That pulls with oppression,
Gravity’s fixed force–
A constant compression
When force is innate,
I’m stuck at it’s rate,
Sunken and buried,
By pressurized weight
And, in this void,
Nothing’s destroyed,
Change is the constant,
From which all is deployed
While my perception,
Is a small projection,
Of fundamentals,
Below our detection
I myself am just an extension
Of laws beyond comprehension…
I’m suffocating, blind
Stuck here, in this **** Third Dimension
Jun 15, 2025
Jun 15, 2025 at 5:02 AM UTC
You notice…
The light bend in your seven *****
as your thumb cramps fidgeting.
You notice…
The small tear she wears on her fishnets
as she glides by, reloading your glass.
Your notice…
The couple celebrating across the labyrinth
as you hope–and swear–you’re up next.
You notice…
The way the gentleman smirks
as he unfurls a loaded hand.
You even notice…
Your eyes now have to squint
as you move your jeff cap to shield
the rising sun.
It’s pulling upwards,
bleeding its colors,
spewing its rays
as it sears through
the lonely window.
But with your anchored gaze,
You don’t notice it at all.
Jun 7, 2025
Jun 7, 2025 at 5:07 AM UTC
As kinetic chaos surges,
Each atom flings outward,
From my marrow’s middle,
Toward the gates of my skin.
The brittle shell
holding me together
Threatens to burst,
While the entropy
pinging down my limbs
commands me into motion.
Boiling toward a peak within,
the cigarette clenched in hand
Becomes my means to bleed it.
May 25, 2025
May 25, 2025 at 8:13 PM UTC
Foam lines move outwards
From oars that pierce stillness
Spreading just to fade.
May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 11:21 PM UTC
Here, I’m still waiting on the rising,
But again, I go fading out of sight.
I guess, to you, it must be surprising,
How I was gone before sparks ignite.
Blowing- free flowing- in your direction,
Cut short by a sudden change in wind,
Gusts trade vision with my projection.
Reversing in confusion- now I rescind.
For it’s you who holds my attention,
But by a selfish means of protection,
Had me leaving before a storm began.
I can see I was creating a rejection
But there really wasn’t even a plan.
My patterns of impulse and projection
Regrettably have led to your doubt,
And damage to a wholesome connection.
I admit- I reeled you in, I spit you out.
But I didn’t mean to be deceiving-
I’m just a little abandoned and abused
Was never good with people leaving,
Sorry I left you bruised and confused.
May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 11:13 PM UTC
In your wake,
In your silence,
a subtle soundtrack
swarms my head.
The melody of beeping monitors,
The rhythm of knuckles on bed rails,
And the verses, pitched in pain.
They only grow louder, still.
But, grabbing at the void
for any last sound of you,
I hear the wind rushing by
as the world just keeps turning,
I hear the cackling of atoms
that never stopped their motion,
I hear the grass strands
rudely displacing your plot’s dirt,
And reality itself popping
as it rips apart at the seams.
Truth is, I thought I’d feel silent without you,
But it’s grown louder, still.
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 10:24 PM UTC
The conscious sea arrests hold of me,
Collective knowledge streams to my head,
With new eyes of three, I now can see,
I’m swimming in secrets of the dead.
A tideless sea, of consistency,
Not up nor down, behind or ahead,
All Life dissolved in pure unity,
All life woven from a single thread.
One drop is whole– The Entirety,
Reality fits on a pin’s head,
Uprooting all I thought there to be,
Replacing it with nothing instead.
Thoughts absent beyond duality,
And time crawls while elusive and sped,
All is formless unfettered and free,
And no words say what needs to be said.
May 11, 2025
May 11, 2025 at 10:21 PM UTC