Emotion bottled and shaken to the point of explosion, Risking a state of total destruction With the simple rising of a raging white cap, Twisted by the stormy hands of inner turmoil.
Slapping waves of reaction Against mountains of addictive distraction, Causing one an internal Mexican standoff, Presenting a decision, diamond in the rough:
Raise the white flag of resistance. Offer yourself some relief assistance, Breathing in a meditative manner, Setting a slow releasing standard, Steadily releasing emotional pressure In a controlled state of measure; Or Find yourself dead on the floor, Having exploded in an internal combustive roar, Because you fought to hold in the building Pressure. Attempted cognitive deconstruction, Neglected yourself thriving construction, Fearing your own atomic reaction to the explosive emotional canter.
Either choice resulting in emotional disruption... Eruption, But only one in total annihilation.
The pasture lays abandoned The barn is bare The fields grown overripe Fences lay fallen Roads returning to dirt Not a single tool lifted Nor a single human whimper Nay a cry from any creature Had been heard for many eons And one may wonder Of the perished and of paradise For Earth lay singing While all else is silent And some long for music And some long for quiet And all long for something And some long without knowing And some long for things long gone And some long just to go along with others longing And some are just so winded from being long winded in longing So longings lengthen, Filling us to the brim with hollow wants And this perfect paradox becomes Pandemic
I love all the fractions of you The impossible recurrences Your limited coherence
Your infinite indices and surds I want all the fractions of you assembled Into something that can be inferred
A calculus of changes Your moods and geometries The simple graphs and intricacies
Ripped apart and redrawn Such integrations are demanded If you are to be conformed
The bipolar states Of your boundary conditions All the fractions and translations
Do they make any kind of sense? Is how we define you to be At all what was meant?
I take you apart, I put you together The pages of theories Just an unending treatise
Failing to reach any conclusion No Quod Erat Demonstrandum Just Reducto Absurdum
You are a fact of the world Irrational but constant The ultimate unity, impossibly distant
Computationally illusive but beguiling A puzzle and a pathway, inspiring A clue the Universe has some kind of wiring.
Tommy Randell 16th February 2017
I just thought for a change I would use words from one of my other Languages - Mathematics, of course - to say something about Love being a Universal constant and that Loving means there might be meaning in the Universe too ...
the bottle twists glass falls in drifts and air parts like flesh
there’s a terror beneath this city trucks enter from out of town and shake the power lines passing without pause
sometimes birds gather for days chirps grow exponentially before tailing into silence; heather and brimstone little bodies roll to the edges and burst on the streets in red regalia
a somnolence keeps the city forgetful time flows in fits a streetlamp; a raven; ten gravestones it all runs without moving
vessels dilate hands hold themselves
there’s nothing to breathe with an empty chalice, turned on the hour grants heaving clenching writhing an ocean of rust bulb shatters, blood spills out her mouth cave head turn faith the world remakes itself ******* the colour of sunflowers bicycle chains thirst colonialism wet paint
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