Sometimes my mind escapes.
Escapes to a higher dimension.
To one where I do not partake,
simply observe.
Like a God.
Then that real He
that pulling foe gravity,
Tugging, grabbing and yanking at me.
Alas of those mighty dimensions,
only the ability to use 4 have we.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
How incredibly ignorant
of your God
to not even consider that
there may be
a higher power than He.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC
The time we humans live despite prolonging,
is but a blink compared with that of the universe.
The distance we travel however impressive,
is but an angstrom compared with that of the universe.
The information we glean with increasing complexity,
is simple addition compared with that of the universe.
The equations we solve with many variables,
are but quadratics compared with those of the universe.
The evolution of our species however advanced,
is but a single cell compared with that of the universe.
And me, my morbid cynical observations, they
are the truths of the universe.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
#include "Life.h"
using namespace std;
int main()
{
for(;;)
{
Life(this);
}
return 0;
}
//Sometimes life just seems like an endless loop
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
I sit here
listening to music
with minutes to go
anytime now, I
I will have to go
and delve into the world
of swirling chaos and entropy
The ticking of my watch
reminds me that time
is always ticking
with minutes to go.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
Is each drop of water
as unique as a snowflake?
I like snowflakes better.
They don't shatter on impact.
They're colder and last longer.
They don't simply run down a drain,
they collect and flirt with each other.
Only occuring in certain parts of Earth.
Designed by God's fractal equations,
not a sad mundane teardrop shape.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 8:48 AM UTC
My opinions are my own,
Which we may not share.
But experiences and time
Have led me to beleive,
That people don't change.
We are who we are,
And that is all.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 9:05 AM UTC
It ages all things.
We measure and pretend to understand it.
Helps and hinders, stops and starts.
Speeds and slows, breaks and binds.
Ticks and trickles, dwindles and derives.
For some the most gifted blessing,
others a most horrifying curse.
If governs much of our universe,
from music to money, from dusk until dawn.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
I often wonder who else thinks like me
does such a person exist?
Often they think they do, however
I know this to be false...so far.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC
The sound of brass
harmonizing and undulating
its warmth and harshness
all determined by each musicians mind
helped by a conductor,
and diminished by those who fail to see
The sound of strings
swelling, sad and triumphant
vibrations of comfort and tension
vibrato and dynamics combining to make perfection
bound by printed notes,
and allowed to deviate only slightly
The sound of piano
melodic and pulsating
hammers striking strings of the heart
limited by tuning and foot petals
tone defined by materials, major and minor
with beauty ever possible
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC