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Igor Goldkind Mar 2019
I’m still choking on my own blood.

As it slowly fills my lungs.

I am drowning inside myself

The blood is mine; 
the air is gone,

Now so am I.

After death, there’s nothing more than that same familiar empty space 

waiting for your thoughts to refill it

Infinite & Eternal 
in every direction;
both up and down and beyond before.

encircled by the horizon.



This emptiness where your awareness doesn’t so much ‘go’ 
as recollect that it’s always been here.

look through this persisting dream! 

there is no afterlife because nothing, 

not even memory, is really destroyed.


just transformed 
into particles

into wavicles 

into higher frequencies,

your mind no longer fathoms,
so you leave 
your mind behind.



crystal

liquid,

gas,

plasma

your awareness is the fifth state of matter.
Toxic yeti Mar 2019
Two blue
Clear Baoding *****
A beautiful blue
As I look at them
As I swirl them
I look closely and
See that they are
Not normal
Stress *****
But parallel universes.  
What a summer.
Gandy Lamb Feb 2019
Albert Einstein once said
that the Gorvanian constant of
Uranium-235 was 1.6*10^-41.
Well,
Albert Einstein died.
I always liked physics. RIP ALBERT EINSTEIN. TODAY MARKS THE 16TH ANNIVERSARY OF HIS DEATH!
Lady Misfortune Jan 2019
I had a vision...
A dream our fingertips touched.

I had a twisted fantasy...
A nightmare where the spark was too much.

Fried from shock all she could muster was,
“You really, really love him, BUT”

There was where the story ends
From whence she came,
There she went

Gravity gently danced with you
Away from me
Petals vanished in the wind
All to honor your presence and utter negligence

I had a reverie
A dream our fingertips touched.

Lost in a cusp
Earth and air
It is merely dust.

For me it was once enough
Then I awoke from my slumber

Daily routine,
I count the calendar days
My sweaters cold static appalls me

I am laughing at how daunting,
Real and imaginary appear to be
Close, yet far

You are applauding
In the cryptic distance

Searching the audience
I vaguely listen to the lulls of your absence

I finally found something,
Greater than my own pain.
Love could never be greater than my pain, it serves as a foundation for it.
So if not love do you know what I am speaking of?
Nat Lipstadt Nov 2014
When I enter,
the black holes of myself,
they are located,
transcribed upon the
blackboards of our
unified bodies,
the magnification of energy
transversed,
principles demonstrated
by the unconcluding
conclusion of the expansion of
creation,
the rebirthing of one universe
never ending

When I enter a woman,
the discovery sought,
the definitional needed,
the proofs equational,
the factors constant,
not the variable
truths,
the demonstrations positive,
the constants of the universe,
combinational, all within,
a single point glistening

to gentle comfort this
knowledge of my wasting,
the foresight of my limitations
from the day of birth
my matter,
matters,
my energy
neither destroyed or created,
illimitable,
my decline inevitable

and yet

cannot alter my atomic structure.
my future guaranteed,
my inner light,
traveling so fast,

it has yet

to arrive

When I enter a woman,
the laws of physics
become special theories
of relativity,
we are motion in time,
force and energy
nucleotides rawest refined,
elemental and particle nuclear,
packets of light
exclaimed

When I enter a woman,
organic, chemistry,
interdisciplinary
my body and its life force
shaped as
electric current transceivers
crossing galaxies,
there can be no deceivers,
there but and only
the birthing of heat,
a byproduct of
interjection, conjunction

she is my proof
long after the
log normal of my nerves,
now parceled to the
invisible of an oscillating
log natural,
fertilizes the sea grasses
that so intoxicate,
flying, carried,
by the invisiblity of the winds,
all-where I have chosen
as my shifting shape,
when this container
leaks and crack'd,
rentery orbit,
the nearest garbage strewn
construction-dead
lot

When I enter a woman,
physics far beyond
the commonplace,
physical transition
to knowledge
of life ever after

death and fear are
time sensitized
passing notions,
crushed by the
consolation of physics,
the eternality
of a time
once begun,
cannot end,
and therefore
this,
my one theory of everything,
is the God
I worship
The phrase "the consolation of physics" was taken from a novel,
City of Thieves by David Benioff. The other nonsense is all my fault.
11/23/14 8:30am

for my blonde Big Bang theorist
chichee Jan 2019
I'm reading a step-by-step manual on
how to love yourself again.
'Cause although fundamentals may be philosophy,
Rewiring is all physics baby.
We all need a reason to escape gravity
and plunge ourselves out of orbit.
Self-sacrifice isn't worth ****
if you're wired for it.
To stand on the edge of a tall building and
think of jumping.
Inertia and hysteria.
The magnetic pull of your body to the ground.
To return back to dust.
Loving myself is
a little bit like that.
Schrodinger's cat lives, Schrodinger's cat dies, but you never know unless you open the lid.
Ken Pepiton Jan 2019
Did you know me

Did you know me when I knew you , back then

back when

none of this was real but we felt it

could be.

If you knew my type,
my sort o'critter
from under a
shadow of
a rock.

Von Neumann said you need not accept
responsibility for the reality

others imagine you in, or
something like that.

But, if

there was a then when I knew you,
then I know how to
take action
I
wave my hand
magi
swish, besom of de struction
con structuring
com panions, company of ---

no, there is no such

being appearing needed,
what's missin' for this
impossible
mission

Feynman, make a tool.
Ramanujan, right the algo rhyme
Count as reason all the sets of infinite things
being
as we see. As they be, with no seeing being done.

Re, same vocalization as Re, the big Kahuna
in Egypt, sun god, crazy family,
senility and drooling
rulers. That Re

sounds just jest jist like rey ray re, eh? and
re is the oldest word we

link to the idea of reason and counting.

Come, let us reason…
Re, eh,
that counts. Counting positions now
away from then in any direction.
Al
beta test re quire

That's for your protection.
Bubbles have edges for that very first reason,

keep the inside in and the outside out.

Feelings every language can name,
are those not spiritual things
being influential as they may?

Should we, you and me, let feelings reign
the realm?
****** your qualms awry.

My realm,

I took responsibility. Von Nuemann, meet

my machination. It grows and grows and grows,
breaks are mended,
edges tended,
the meekest of us make peace for a living.

But, if

there was a then when I knew you,
you know how this came to pass.

War as an idea, counted me out, worthless.

I was drunk and he who drunk
was you. ..

back when

none of this was real but we
imagined now would
prove the point, one way or another

Life makes us,
we, who knew then,

did you know me when I knew you , back then?
I
remember knowing, this

is the big show, the one that counts.
Von Nuemann machines were intended to act like living things. There were experiments. Surely, you are joking, Mr. Feynmann inspired my meandering muse.
Would Space and time,
contain infinite unknown attractions?
within and across,
lifted or drown,
Human’s limitations,
with curious extension,
debated by Schrödinger's cat,
Universe indeed is an absurd balloon,
we are all part of dusty nature,
Interpretation of quantum mechanics,
Neither dark nor shine,
Random exist and soon dismiss.
By: Angel. XJ/03/11/2018
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