NuurSeraph

NuurSeraph Feb 2015

The human mind is running
the latest software upload
of this paradigm shifting program~
that calculates genetic algorithms
into vast patterns of random regularity
birthing the seeds of intelligent transformation
by out-solving itself upon a flowering field~
of continuously evolving functions
displaying fractal solutions of subtle nuance~
braced in between a boundary of infinitely opposed edges.

...the Universal Mind does this in every dimension for an eternity.

I simply cannot complain about the aches in my brain
out of a shear respect for the absolute profundity of the situation.

I've started reading quite a stimulating book called, "The Singularity is Near", by Ray Kurzweil.
I haven't made it to pg. 100 yet but was inspired to attempt to summarize the main idea in the verses above...Enjoy:-)

Feb 2015

betterdays

Variations on variations

" I would like to be
the air that inhabits
you for a moment only.
I would like to be that unnoticed & that necessary"*
    Variations on Sleep
                 Margeret Atwood

to be inhaled
into your essence
to become your
breath in this world

to  inhabit the marrow
of your soul

is but a dream

for we are,
different components
different aspects

needed to compliment
needed to inspire
the pthers aspirations
needed to question
the motive
to mobilise the heart
to gain forward momentum

we do not subsume each other...
we are become,
to one another
catalysts
gunpowder and fuse
lit.....to make the world explode...

we are not each others breath....
but,
we are each others,
reason
to breathe...

What do you dream of
my love...
I watch you twitch and murmur....
are you a big brave hunter....
or something less ferocious...
tis no matter to me....

i love you and if you could walk me dreams with me
you would know that there
you are a gentle hero

it is my belief that poetry
should make you feel....and think... birthing new understanding of oneself and ones surrounding...
these then are some of the thoughts that become progeny of this snippet of Margeret Atwoods work.

Feb 2015

South by Southwest

The Garden

There once was a garden where everything died
Even the birds had flown off to hide
The mighty oaks had lost all their branches
As for the flowers , long ago had they all of their chances

Even the sky turned black as it flew by
Then all of the clouds had to cry and cry
The floods could not wash away the pain
Those who lived there died or went insane

Laughter had been banned years ago
The crow's kaw kaw , was never a show
The only sound that was to be heard
was the wail of the missing violin's words

Under moonlight , by shadowy night
The strings cried blood and tears for sight
Even the moon overcome lost one dusty tear
to the life missing after all of these years .

One day the cry of the music stopped
The last string had now finally popped
The violin laid down in the ground
and there was never again another sound

And years had now gone on by
No one living then was left alive
There had been a revolt or so
Flowers once again started to grow

Trees sprouted out and began to bud
You could once again feel life's gentle nudge
The grass carpeted the woodland floors
and happiness returned to all once more

Now all had forgotten about the violin
But sometimes if you listen to the midnight's wind
You can hear it while it goes about tuning
for all it's sins had now long been forgiven

#tears #dead #garden #violin #subaru

NuurSeraph Feb 2015

Soft, the touch...

Soft, the touch of arching lips dancing

Plush, the blossom petals bloom

Often for you darling...

Bright, the shine of new skin reflecting

Wholesome youth tender to view

Playfulness assuming...

...before it blows away

NuurSeraph Feb 2015

the muse of music

I used to bang on fretted strings
frilled out chords and pretty things
I closed my eyes and let it flow
no boundaries did imagination know

I still can feel the rising rush
of blood electric through my veins
reminisce of all the chains
I've busted through
me and my crew
we did the do and so much more....
out of this world we did explore

through the sound, through the music, through the sound, into the mystic, so profound, to feel the music...

in our blood, hearts of lust
a musician's kind of kindred trust

i miss those days...

I sometimes weep inside
I hear a verse and groove the vibe
but something inside me knows it died
...

A life once lived, so true...
so true
That life I lived is through...
so through

But still I keep an acoustic propped against my wall
in case that the muse of music does call...
*please call

I feel like I've lived so many different lives...please tell me someone feels the same...

Feb 2015

jeffrey robin

rain

San Francisco dream

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                                     we talk of love in the strangest ways

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( only the             Stranger               is real
You know )

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Softly touch

( easy now / there is so much pain )                                          ••

I see you in your Mother 's arms

I feel the power of your Father 's Eye

I promised them I'd guard you well

I promised them your life

                                 ( and my Word is always True )

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How we falter step by step

How we fall but then get up

How we hold the child' s soul

All so softly all the time

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The fullness of           responsibility

Is the only gift alive

It is yours and it is mine

Do not lose your humanity

By giving your birthright away

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Do not give your soul away

To a warring government

Your own power must be found

You must go to the market place

You must stand in the center of town

You and you alone are He

the righteousness of the eternal king

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Let us stand together now

Do not play the fool my friend

And say you don't know what I mean