#quarks
Quarkish ideas can't live in Charles Dickens's realm
(though in Emily Dickens's realm we feel normal).
Charles's,
it has been
reimagined, as it were is as it is imagined.
now,
the point,
you see
of ever is next, in any tangential vectorial
protusive
extrusive explosive way to mean
grow on
now
live and learn. This is ever.
As soon as you notice, the wave
sweeps any significant sign signaling
if i-can't-I- can see no hope hopf into I
see no emptiness
in fullness
of time and ancient days
now is
eternity masqued as infinity
right
before your very eye. But,
it takes practice.
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 4:10 PM UTC
The flame holds to a candle
Like soil holds
Your identity in your country
Firing up your soul
Shooting beckons the onset of
Unwanted killing
Away from life's state
Faraway cries
A fatal fire that is bluer
Something solar and soulful
Stars like, the sun
Come once in a lifetime
Lightyears away
Keeping us in the dark
Of the Universe quarks
Make
Our
Path
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 1:33 AM UTC
What madman's joy in this new dawn,
Renewed, refreshed, a massive yawn,
I stretch, I arch, a groan out loud,
A hand slips under, a warm breast found.
Now *** under sunrise is a spiritual find,
The covers uncovered we slip back in time,
To haylofts and snow storms and cars parked for hours,
When kisses were contests and life was devoured.
French toast and blue berries, an ocean of syrup,
Twice breakfast in bed predict the leaves in my tea cup,
A long life, good fortune, greets lovers at dawn,
Life isn’t a dash it’s a mad marathon.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC
Within every face we see, also, a mirror
within every silence, a breath
within every soul is the path growing clearer
within every lifeform, a death
Our stuff is the stuff of the planets and quarks
existing as one in this space
'till that universe distant and showering sparks
stands ready to take this one's place
A day is as a thousand years
a thousand years as a day
yet human psyche interferes
and would find a better way
The thing that most matters, which few understand
for which many continue to die
is that Unification of Physics Grand
I am you, as you are I
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
Quarks, photons, gluons: sub-atomic particles:
Quantum fluctuations
That wink in and out of existence.
Where do they come from?
Where do they go?
There must be somewhere else.
Somewhere beyond our space and time.
Outside our multiverse,
Our Realm.
A parallel dimension next to ours.
Heaven?
Who knows?
We ourselves are made of particles:
Many a water molecule,
blinking in and out.
So in effect we are dead
As often as alive.
But am I God?
Are We God (assuming You are Real)?
Yet we have little power.
We can’t be God.
Maybe We are The One Mind,
Dreaming all together.
Dream Creations in our very own Dreams.
Within our virtual, mortal shells.
We are caught in an infinite,
Vibrating energy stream,
Perceiving an illusory Virtual World,
Living the Dream together indeed:
The One Mind.
Paul Butters
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC