the universe
it is
a superb creation
perfect
elegance
majestic

while
in its random reality
one thing is certain:
- it is the worst construction
constructed
ever, who believes
doesn't know-
many constants
of arbitrary coupling
mass ratios
families
and families, and families of useless particles
& dark matter, - chewing gum on a stick

gross fact

the universe exists

pregnant abyss
established chain
a fire that breathes equations
while the truth is looking for its head and tail

certainly

by wandering the mind
hallucinating
it cannot be canceled

- the crime of thoughts
it is not its death

She loves irises, clear sky and the sea
The newly painted wall and butterfly pea flower tea

All those things were blue — and so were his sparkling eyes
But those ocean eyes that she loved so much,
They bear nothing but beautiful lies

He gave her a new shade of blue —
Something that couldn't be seen
But could only be felt in the dead of winter

Her favorite color betrayed her
Too late when she knew.

kg

Residing within these lines,
Words and letters,
A hidden truth I covered with lies

Higher than the vaulted ceiling above me,
Flitting like those painted cherubs
Whom I whispered my plea

And it continues to grow like my faith
‘Cause I buried it well
Where my tears would fall and faint

Catching flying butterflies around
This sanctuary you own
Where I secretly dwelled when found

But I know I should free these butterflies
Lifting me up
Before their frail wings break and drop me where my expectations lie.

kg

Love is but a game of false dice, sweet lies and oaths
to tame pretty rebels for astute, overmastering gentlemen
- harsh, dishonest and less in love, who loan affection with interest
and measure passion like coin recompense.

CH#64 - astute