#relativity
can a zebra its stripes, a leopard its spots?
a human blend in?
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“ It is not possible to define an exact, finite number of human skin colors and shades because skin tone exists as a continuous spectrum rather than distinct categories. Skin color is as unique as a fingerprint, with billions of variations created by differing amounts of melanin (eumelanin and pheomelanin)”
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ah the answer officialized,
tough our eyes,
for they do not discriminate
differentiate
just marvel at the complexity
of our uniqueness
I write poetry.
you write poetry.
we have access to the same vocabulary;
the pool of words and verbs
are not owned by anyone ever;
yet, and yet,
no two of us
have ever written the same poem,
exactly the same!
ever!
overlay?
overlapping?
coincidentally coincident?
sure.
“Color relativity is the principle that a color's appearance (hue, value, intensity) is determined by its surrounding context rather than being absolute”
relativity,
mmmm,
sounds strangely and straggly
like it is related…
to being
related
what fools we mortals be? (Puck)
when we do not properly
value
the hues
of (human) intensity?
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Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 9:26 PM UTC
Field
axis
1D
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I did the math.
Named the condition.
Accepted the radius
like a body that has learned
what orbiting costs
and pays it anyway.
The third body flickers
a pulse between two nuclei—
waiting.
The abstraction held.
For one morning, it held.
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Then the charge arrived
without a source —
Electron leap,
attribution across a gap
no causal chain had crossed.
Vengativo
Used.
Cast aside.
No measurement.
No instrument.
Just the sudden certainty
of a field
that had decided
what it was reading.
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I am precise
because I have to be.
Approximation
is a luxury
of the lighter body.
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Quarks under pressure
don't disappear —
but I am tired
— —
tired of becoming
other names
to hold a system
that gets to be approximate
while I carry the instruments.
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The third body
was never just time.
It was the weight
of who gets to be fuzzy
and who gets scrutinized
for precision.
Gravity doesn't care
for equity.
It pulls harder
on the denser body.
I have been
very dense
for a very long time.
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The radius has shifted.
This time—
By the afternoon.
By a date stamp.
By bad mental math
that nearly
rewrote
who I am.
Nearly.
I did the math first.
I will do it again.
Uniaxially
The field holds stable
this way.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 9:19 PM UTC
On this very spot,
I thought I re
co-knew, we
two, were meant to
become compleat, once,
each breeding pair
preselected,
to harmonize, meet,
certainly, we may say,
we can believe we know,
we bear fruit for seasons,
time after time, as ware we
are apt to rethink how clouds
without rain dismay some minds,
hot, midsummer working winds,
efforting effectually pulling power
out of perpetual ice now known not
perpetual but not precisely predictable/
here, in mind,
not a wit behind, Dequincy, a leap beyond
Elon, in mind adventured intelflux basic acid
tested will to meet after ever leaves Earthian,
alienation situations some say we all pass through,
some small percentage still carry coins, for our passage,
and to hold our eyes closed through the viewing, proving
s-sure,
strange just
suddenly, no life, just
surity, good credit, then
he is dead, that body, there's no sense in the embalming,
the earth shall eventually break down the royal sarcophagus,
even the satin lined, ultra deep tucked, for eternal rest assured,
and the triple hermetic seal… micro metal flake pearlescent lid,
shall crumble, under the weight of final rest and return to dirt.
But, rest, really assured, all you ever are, never was but
the stuff stars become when they go molecular.
Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 5:32 PM UTC
My shape is a puzzle of shattered light,
From a darkness beyond the hands of clocks.
I've floated in crystalline tears through nights,
That drowned my pulse in their quantum shocks.
Once I'd kissed the rim of my own dissolution,
My dreams became ether suspended in place.
Heard echoes from heaven of my soul's exclusion,
Banished to blackness, forbidden from grace.
But my system of nerves, interstellar threads,
Each signal, a hope that I'd lost in the fire.
They reshape the grid of my own waking dread.
I was Disconnected. My perception, unwired.
My atoms, ensnared in this love unaligned.
The flux of euphoria then glitched the code.
Chased every god who tread through my mind.
As my belief in them began to implode.
I transcended fast as a Tachyon verve,
Connecting dimensions with chords of my ache.
My being, potentialized, now unobserved.
As moments of reality shown to me, faked.
With every tremor that left a deep scar,
Is a power evolving my mind, kinetic.
I arrive in the void passed the brightest of stars.
As high, pathetically, as the hypothetic.
♦ Đerek Λbraxas ♦
"The Quantum Bound Poet "
Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 1:07 AM UTC
I feel so small,
yet so do the stars,
when seen from afar,
they shine through the scars.
Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 6:27 AM UTC
The mind’s a magnet
but also a sieve,
sometimes a dragnet
with nothing to give.
A mesh of iron —
or is it fool’s gold? —
attracts the ions
of whatever it’s told.
It scoops from the streams
of wisdom and truth
but catches jetsam —
what’s floating ’round loose.
Whoever may say
“Well, that’s just not me!” —
It will come, that day.
Just wait and you’ll see.
Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 2:58 PM UTC
It must take hate to love me.
Despise me with passion.
Loathe me into proving,
That all I think is wrong.
If hating me is what it takes,
To motivate the change,
To be who You want to be,
I’ll be the villain for you.
If my tears will bring you joy,
you need my blood to bathe.
Take me in your arms,
And gently slice my neck.
Dec 10, 2024
Dec 10, 2024 at 8:35 PM UTC
according to einstein, time is relative
and by the law of jumping to conclusions
this means our lives are inconsequential
so technically, i could spend a forever in jail, or
you could spend a couple years in a hospital bed
and nothing would really matter all
relative to me, however,
one of these situations would be bearable
and the other not so much
i can live with my dumb decisions
like driving too fast for too long or
even ****** for a righteous cause, too
i can survive my self-destructive tendencies
but my world centers itself around you
Feb 28, 2024
Feb 28, 2024 at 1:16 AM UTC
while all the folks will be off beach-drinking
at ***** cana, or cartagena, or hiking through
a coast and helicoptering blindly into canyons,
i just want to be at home, cooking for you,
studying up new recipes, because i know you
pretend to like my chinese takes on western food
a little more than you actually do; you want me
to be happy, but my happiness stems from your
healing health and your returning appetite, so know:
a smile on your face and a happily-emptied plate
would beat the pride of reaching any himalayan peak
and warm my heart more than any southern sun or beach
Feb 28, 2024
Feb 28, 2024 at 1:15 AM UTC
in the eyes of a reflection
shattered by things that are unseen
eyes aren't polarized to see beyond other eyes
shining water looks up at me
I see myself and beyond the surface
aquatic life isn't hiding behind other guise?
in the glass of the shattering
I see myself as that broken image
a war was fought. but no war was won
shining sky looks down on me
you handed me a broken mirror
then you said "look what he has done"
Oct 29, 2021
Oct 29, 2021 at 3:56 PM UTC
we would starve for each other
giving up our last piece of bread
we've given up on loving vows
we are together until we're dead
we take on the other's struggle
in this game of pretend
the reasoning isn't subtle
to be there until the end
you are my final dream
to be together, swallow pride
we are our last hope
we are each other's suicide
Oct 28, 2021
Oct 28, 2021 at 4:04 PM UTC
The Skipper -
welcome aboard The Lady Mother Earth
if this ship sinks, it will probably take a while
DO NOT PANIC
MUTINY WILL NOT BE TOLERATED!
some may still have to walk the plank
after sinking
lifejackets are available on the starboard and port sides
when looking toward the bow
the left-hand side is the port side
the right-hand side is the starboard side
sometimes you may have to switch sides to keep her from rolling
we do not want this lady to roll!
first, it will tilt to one end or the other
the bow is the front end of the ship
the stern is the rear end of the ship
the stern will probably go down first
you all will probably run to the bow, in that case
sometimes this can cause a teeter totter effect
sometimes that effect may keep us afloat for a while
sometimes not
although this ship was built
by the finest ship builders ever
the stern has less mass, but more density
we will have no time for physics lessons, if it starts sinking
deckhands, cooks, and even gilligan, must work together
WOMEN AND CHILDREN FIRST
I will surely go down with the ship, if she goes down...
for now, let's just try to sail on, and not think about it
let's think of charting the best course
Oct 24, 2021
Oct 24, 2021 at 1:31 PM UTC
I know that my type of sarcasm is of the same nature that got Socrates that big glass full of poison hemlock juice, but didn't he also know what it might get him? Maybe he gulped it down happily for a reason.
I truly am sorry if I have ever hurt anyone's feelings. Feelings do heal though, but I fear this modern world never will.
I just feel a need to try in any way I can, not for fame or money, but for the future. Fame and money mean nothing without future.
Do you love the thought of the future, or hate It? What is love and hate?
Do you get it yet?
Oct 24, 2021
Oct 24, 2021 at 11:25 AM UTC
That every thought had real meaning
and every person could see that meaning
that we were cool shade from a tree
and every tree was made for leaning
that every feeling was a good feeling
and every person could feel that feeling
that everyone had thoughts that heal
and every one was into healing
that every mind was made for cleaning
and every person could do their cleaning
that in every trash pile we would see
and find treasure with such meaning
that every killing was just time killing
and every person could see that killing
that my fulfillment is for you to fulfill
and not just a worthless filling
Oct 13, 2021
Oct 13, 2021 at 12:22 AM UTC
Half full, half empty...
we both see the glass, the liquid, the space?
you see half a picture, i see the WHOLE
BOOM! Just topped us both, and topped off my glass. At least yours is half full and not half empty. Convenience!
Get it yet Fido?
Killed another one of your friends, right before your blind eyes. Can you do anything but sit, and roll over?
I never looked at poetry as something you win, but it looks like i am in the lead. Do you really have a muse? She is an airhead. Sometimes i wonder if you even have a muse. Nice glass you fools live in
Oct 12, 2021
Oct 12, 2021 at 4:35 PM UTC
We don't always get what we want
but we will always get what we don't want
by accepting that there's things we don't want, and leaving it alone, in case someone else wants it
we will always get what we want
We will also give by letting be
and everyone will always get what they want
don't let this get twisted by your ill logic and descending vine
Oct 12, 2021
Oct 12, 2021 at 4:18 PM UTC
It's apples and oranges. They are both fruit, and variety is the salt of the earth. We love dividing people like fruit though. We are rotten. At least fruit ferments. We decay
You are the apple of my eye. I will watch you rot, then i will throw the core away. What do I need seeds for? A bad apple in my eye now. *******
Orange you gonna hit like? I accept good apples too.
Oct 12, 2021
Oct 12, 2021 at 1:24 PM UTC
I am shocked that people still say "you reap what you sow". Really? I kind of get the idea they're thinking of sewing eyes shut, while reaping their vision. Then they shapeshift and look like a possum/demon ****** I don't think they were thinking purely. Just to say such a thing would get you killed in iowa, in some farmer communities. Other states too, but i like saying iowa...and ohio. Plus, the relation to sowing and reaping. Ohioiowa Iowaohio! That is fun. Maybe i am so twisted that i used those states so i could say the words. Sung it three times and see if you don't feel like a cross between drew carrey, slipnot, and neil young. Then see if you can make senior citizens believe it's some native words. Ohio and Iowa were named after tribes, but didn't we make the words? And senior citizens made us? So weird. Get it yet dopes? Some of you say dumber things out loud. Like "conspiracy theory"...you should be locked up for conspiracy to conspire with theory, or maybe "theory of a theatre" Even a plain and simple theorist can make a hypothesis. Do you know what this means? It means that there are more dumb citizens in america than there is illegal aliens. Speaking of aliens, why do you turn green with envy and then turn red when someone alienates you? Is it because they use education to alienate you and you use lack of education for everything? Well education beats you. A **** first grader could come up with theories, and probably spell it too. It's funny for a while, but really if it came down to it...and we could get along without you blaming your inability to communicate on anyone but yourself, who would wear the "i'm with stupid" shirt? It's my shirt, and i've been looking for you, so we could stand next to each other and talk. Can you imagine if i could get a real conspiracy, or theorist to open up and actually know what a thesis is, and be all theory and no conspiracy, we would be famous. I hope you did read this you mental health industry science project. Now, please go somewhere you've never went yet. I suggest school or hell. My bad, but hell keeps getting harder con theorist
company keeps company with who company keeps
do i look like those who don't sow what they reap?
only bleed at home, blood of defeated is for streets
a leech waits in mud for that life that it eats
serving sunday service mud made of human dirt
blurred first by certain pain and imperfect hurt
discomfort in the gospel hotheads stirs pots
personal relationships, demons heat with the hot
friends without sin you cast all of the stones
forget about sin choir join in to crush the bones
trends of the soul you better let your master know
perfect people who never search only reap what we sow
Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 2:35 AM UTC
It's me, TIRED...
To be honest, I am a little burned out. I am an important feeling, as well as an important word.
You want to be me so badly that you even say that you're me
You have done nothing to earn me
I feel so ***** when you use me in those un-natural ways
I will not be your scapegoat that you use to fool other sheep!
Why you wanna be me so badly anyhow?
Is it because of this flat earth thing?
I know you say that you're tired of this and that, it's hard to figure.
Trying to be me just to change me?
Well fyi, i am tired when i wake up, tired when i go to bed...
I am tired at my daughter's word graduation
Yes, I named my daughter Drowsy
Let me catch one of you hair brain's using my daughter, and you'll be sleeping with the fishes.
See, I am the original TIRED...that makes me REAL TIRED
There's plenty in my family
You are going against the FAMILY
I treat you nice, right?
Mess around and you will meet my uncle, DEAD
DEAD TIRED
If you ask him, your only good tired, is DEAD TIRED
We will let the coroner be the judge of what you are then.
It is bad enough what you do to those rubber round things on your car
They did not complain, but just showed a little wear
So, what do you do? You changed their name from RUBBERS to TIRES
Just to rub it in that you put your weight, plus the weight of a car on them.
Keep on rolling TIRES...someday may you find some rest my friends
I got these fools
I'm quick to put people in there place and they just put me anywhere
Making me sick and me?
Sick does not hold tired's hand
I don't even like what SICK does
Sick goes along with whatever just for attention
Just like you try to make me go along with your wide eyed lies?
Hey wiseguy
Kiss my ring or you can forget about it
Words are in the family, and dear to my heart
I don't even know how to feel right now
Knock it off meatheads, or you will see what is important
Now, go on, and remember, don't speak my name unless you're asleep...in that case, it's ok to dream
I got guys there too...family
Now stop trying to be me, gangsta...or get you some of me!
the REAL tired...and fam
PS. No little birdy better not show up and tell me things I don't want to hear. That birdy doesn't deserve the trouble.
Oct 10, 2021
Oct 10, 2021 at 3:42 PM UTC
the gods are not allowed to carry guns
they'd shoot out suns, just so they can go to bed
i wonder if jesus is having any fun
watching them turn his blood, into the wine of red
right there in the shadow of the earth
the earth comes first, man will always come in last
which fish did the fisher catch first
is it the scales or the skins, the future or the past
the future of the past has led us here
once again comes the fear, in the middle of our lives
food that will last all of the years
he who cuts the bread, he controls all of the knives
Oct 8, 2021
Oct 8, 2021 at 2:50 PM UTC
where are you located on front street?
i'm the last house on the end
which end?
depends on which end you're coming from
is it on the right or the left?
it depends which way you're facing
well, how do i get to you from the south side?
from the south, i am north
from the north, i am south
from the east, i am west
from the west, i am east
so...where are you coming from?
i guess i don't know until i find out where you're located!
Sep 30, 2021
Sep 30, 2021 at 7:08 PM UTC
for the remainder of time everything seems useless
especially time
for the remainder of time everyone seems hollow
probably me
for the remainder, there will be two sides
with much division within each side!
for the remainder, everyone is a blogger
for the remainder, everyone is perfect
for the remainder of life, time is meaningless
ya see, life never ends
time ends
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 6:33 AM UTC
held up in suspension
just beyond my senses
experience out of body
without any defenses
my mind starts to travel
awakened by the sound
secrets start to unravel
and my senses come around
the sound of perfection
the voice i hear repeating
upward in direction
my soul and sky are meeting
in a glimpse of a moment
a home for the drifter
under the breath of an angel
within a saint's whisper
Sep 25, 2021
Sep 25, 2021 at 10:52 AM UTC
We are sorry but the physical(campus) flat earth school is closed on account it was pushed over the edge of the Earth by 5 sasquatch(bigfeets, squatches, skunk apes), a wooly mammoth, and Mothman. We asked superman for help but he was in physics class on another planet.
Just read this and we will send your PHD. Congrats!
fill my feet with air
put me on a square
use our soles for patches
i think we make great matches
how's a compass work?
what's a compass for?
what's another dimension?
what's behind this door?
get me off this plain
toxify my brain
use our bones as easels
paint pictures of the weasels
how's a paintbrush work?
what's a canvas for?
what is inner descension?
who's inside that door?
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des·cen·sion
/dəˈsenSH(ə)n/
noun
1.
an act of moving downward, dropping, or falling.
"a smooth descension back down"
2.
a flock of woodpeckers.
Sep 18, 2021
Sep 18, 2021 at 7:20 PM UTC
i'm not giving up, i'm just giving in
like a ghost in the world you're just living in
i'm not taking out, i'm just taking in
all those words you're just breaking in
i'm not standing in, i'm just standing on
that soil that you're just not landing on
i'm not sitting out, i'm just sitting in
that train that you're just not getting in
i'm not living up, i'm just living down
thankful to the gods for just giving ground
i'm not dying out, i'm just dying in
a world that i should be just flying in
i thought about joining the crowd and writing about poets, poems, and poetry...then my muse cut off my hands and typed this
Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 1:07 AM UTC