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Temporal Fugue Mar 2018
Let's burn down the bridges
and shootup the stars
wondering if, we'll ever get far

Dragging our tails
our feet through the mud
washing our hands, covered in blood

The world trying to **** us
Hawking told us too leave
this is something, I truly believe

Ever the end is nigh and near
comet, pandemic return
bacterial death or simply, too burn

Pack up your bags
search all that you know
no way to get there, nowhere to go
Maybe the aliens will help? Yeah, right ;/
I'll have the dbl Martian margarita please Muriel! ;D
MARK RIORDAN Mar 2018
STEPHEN HAWKING PASSED AWAY
A GOLIATH OF MANKIND
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING
WITH AN ADVENTUROUS INQUISITIVE MIND


WITH HIS PASSION FOR SCIENCE
AND HIS LOVE FOR OUT OF SPACE
HIS CONCERN FOR MAN AND THE
EXISTENCE OF THE HUMAN RACE



WITH A HEART OF GOLD
AND A LOVE OF ALL THAT WAS KIND
WITHOUT HIS PRESENCE AMONG US
OUR FUTURE IS HARD TO FIND


HE THOUGHT OF WHAT COULD BE
AND SAW THE STRENGTH IN US ALL
HE HOPED THAT MAN WOULD CARRY ON
BEFORE WE ALL WOULD FALL



STEPHEN HAWKING WILL ALWAYS BE
CLOSE AND NOT TO FAR
FOR HIS SOUL WILL LIVE FOR EVER MORE
IN EVERY SHINING STAR
STEPHEN HAWKING HAS PASSED AWAY A BEAUTIFUL AND INQUISITIVE MIND AND A WONDERFUL HUMAN BEING. HIS FASCINATING WONDER ABOUT THE COSMOS AND OUR ROLE IN THE UNIVERSE GAVE HIM A GIFT THAT HE SHARED.

REST IN PEACE
A mind so brilliant
Genius that's consilient
Everyone thought he'd die but he was resilient
But he crafted a legacy that's so transilient
It's almost impossible to match
These hateful comments that he achieved nothing and will go to ****
Don't worry, stay in your thatch
Nobody will remember you there
Nobody will hear your blares
You crafted your own mare
In the name of struggle
Take a deeper look into the mirror after your mouthwash guggle
And tell me what you have accomplished
People won't have time for you're always angry or complaining

In his words he couldn't omit
But he found a way to transmit
Across all ears and minds
Perishing on Einstein's birthday
Such a Genius is hard to find
We'll never be able to replace him
Our race didn't deserve a Man like him
The day felt much more grim
Without his brilliance flying out of the whim
R.I.P Stephen Hawking
E over c2 Mar 2018
A modern day Renaissance Man
Is a scientist who can feel without a theory
Who can theorise without feeling

Seperate,  his emotions and logic lie
But together when needed again

Crafting himself a world that is both beautiful
And efficient


So Einstein's violin let light be made constant
So Hawking's humour let black holes be radiant
So Leonardo's paintings let machines be made

So let my words
My notes
My voice
Lead to the latter
Onto the new
A dedication to the art of science, and a prayer for the future.
Breeze-Mist Mar 2018
From ashes to ashes, and so from stardust to stardust
Despite the harsh stasis, a mind of wanderlust
From black holes to aliens to a history of time
We bid farewell to a man of great mind
aurora kastanias Mar 2018
You were born in the mist
Of a worldwide ****** war,
Shielded in the town of Oxford
No one would have known,

Who came to light
On a random winter’s day,
And would have studied darkness
To humanity’s bewilderment

And science dismay.

Who could have envisaged
A modest run-of-the-mill boy,
Having troubles reading would pass
From studying clocks and radios

To figure how they work,
To later toy with physics
Identify the laws,
Of a universe beginning

With a silent bang.

A singularity unfolding
Ever-expanding space,
Projecting multiverse odds
Stretching theories of strings,

To unfathomable infinity
Countless possibilities.

I fell upon you by hazard
Listening to your alas robotic voice,
Notions of evanescence and chaos
Information lost forevermore,

In deep mystifying black holes
Only to reach the end,
Of an article explaining
The genius you were recognised

Even when you were wrong.

Sustaining a verity
You humbly would recant,
Thirty years later tell the world
Indeed energy survives and is returned,

To cosmos under a radiation
They now call by your name,
For there are no “eternal prisons”
Not in space nor in your wheelchair.

Your alacrity showed humanity so
By flying in a zero gravity zone,
Defying the physics constraining your body
An endless fervent hope, I dare

Share with you. For one day
To travel space and understand
A theory encompassing all,
Started studying cosmology

All because of you.
On Stephen Hawking
Cabbage Mar 2018
It was heard in every place
The tragic loss of a man of thought,
A researcher of time and space,
A down to earth astronaut.

But he wasn’t “down to earth”,
Instead he was quite the opposite
Incredible ideas and theories
A creativity that would never quit
He’d stand on the shoulders of giants
He stands even though he sits.

He’s Superman in a floating space station
And though he lost at quantum chess,
His ideas are heard in every nation
Of a great man, you would expect no less.

So how do we cope you may ask?
How does one recover in a world so weary,
Well surprisingly enough he gave us the answer.
It’s his Hawking Radiation Theory.

Hawking radiation weakens a black hole
But this is more than just celestial entities.
It can describe coping as a whole.
Or instead coping as a hole, you see.
Like his theory, grief diminishes over time.
We learn to move on and remember.
We write the legacy he built in his prime.
And we make a flame from the dying ember.
A flame!
A beacon!
To light the future and radiate through all of creation.
Radiate through all of time!
Now that’s Hawking Radiation.
Stephen Hawking was a man who defied all forces who tried to stop him, including himself! He showed the true potential that people can have and he is one of the reasons why I plan to study Mechanical/Aerospace Engineering. So that I can work with a space agency and live my dream of aiding in research regarding space.  His death was one of the most shocking things I have heard in my life and it spurred me to write this in memory of Stephen William Hawking.
Herman Nucleosis Mar 2015
My music was between the lines of a poem,
The letters of a word half-hidden in the roaring tides,
The strokes of a brush that capture a smile
And the heart of a damsel whose love was denied.

My music would have brought kings to their knees
Would have divided mountains cleanly in two
My music would have been enough for any other man
But you haven't ever been just any other man, have you?

The day I stopped singing was the day that the doors
Of the heavens opened up and let down a star
As you climbed down from the celestial, in awe, I surrendered
The beat, the melody defining the beings that we are

Presto were you, and anon I was captured
By the light that you shone which blinded my core
Faster and faster, my feet danced to your rhythm
Until I let go and it wasn't my dance anymore

The threads of fate composed this powerful duet
But in giving me you, she robbed me of my voice
Your pull was too strong, however, and I stayed
I know now, as always, it had always been my choice

We took to the sky, and there in the vastness
An alcove perpetual for me was allowed
And in the cold and silence of the infinite universe,
Music formless was what I found

Our union was a battaglia, and they, in nonbelief,
Declared it folly, our war against science
But two hearts we were, yearning for one precious thing
And we journeyed the center of impossible in defiance

As our love crescendoed in the tumult that followed
It was inevitable, my esse became fused with yours
Until entirely, I gave up; we coalesced
And three majestic stars we bore

But for all the serenading that our love can provide,
Our music that traveled through the energy of the cosmos,
In the end, I was not meant for this world, I realized
And perhaps all that we can ever be is almost.

For even in matrimony, t'was something else—
The marriage of space and time— you held dearest
And in your continuous pursuit to unveil eternity
I was left to wonder, for what do I really exist?

It was pure, yes, but turbulent was also what it was
For even at the apex of humanity, love is not perfect.
In our quest to find meaning to the things around us
Gradually, we recognized our need to disconnect

Astraeus must have thought it dry amusement
To have us meet, and fall in love, and collide
And become supernova, briefly the brightest, only to collapse
Within and upon ourselves, swallowing the light we provide

A piano with a missing key sounds distinctly different
Though despite it all a maestro can create something new
Which might remind us, every day of our lives
That our love wasn't strong enough to carry us through.

I look back and see that even after you have also lost
Your voice, our music played on, note after note
But it was not the kind of music to move the stars
And so, as we part, this to you my love I devote
The title comes from Jane Wilde's memoir of the same name.
Inspired by the movie The Theory of Everything starring Eddie Redmayne and Felicity Jones.
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