#scientific
can I handle the season of older,
took my~love, and took it down,
till the hymnodist laughed,
do not forget,
she shrieked,
old and gold are symmetrically synchronized,
synced, not sink!
what you want to think, is always,
never what you
true believe,
as long as you breathe,
a miner for hearts of love you are,
start in the capillaries, onto the arteries, and deep into the
pumping machine,
which calls out in indignation,
you human, are mine,
and as long as you mine,
for the cup that-is-not-illusory,
always and eternal, l think not,
for you have already tasted love's holy water,
leaving you, leaving you with an undying thirst,
for more,
the gold apogee on our elliptical trajectory,
where the she~sharing-oxygen once displaced
in a race
to be supplanted,
but that must be won,
when/where the golden aura supplants
the necessities,
and the liquid gold will
replace, re-p-aces your almost now used up blood,
endlessly re~circulating,
subject to the the critical cortical critique of
insufficient,
no más, for never enough,
gold and love,
like sync and swim
together in time,
in rhyme,
how could you not know
this absolute
is a
scientific fact?
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 7:32 AM UTC
As darkness is just perceptive errors or failures,
Light reveals more.
Investigation yields more
Than merely just believing;
You can believe in everything,
Without believing in anything.
You can believe in everything,
Without believing in 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
You can believe in everything,
Without it meaning anything.
You can believe anything,
Even while it goes against all that is logical & virtuous.
Believing in everything without properly investigating
Is meaningless.
Believing in anything that after investigation contradicts
Logic & Virtue, facts & opinion - both the objective & subjective,
Is meaningless.
Don't read into things
Which really aren't there to begin with,
Because there is so much
Of which you all are ignorant.
So don't be arrogant;
Be a teacher,
Parent.
Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 2:43 PM UTC
There is no darkness.
I mean this symbolically,
But also quite literally.
There is light
Constantly all around you,
Flowing through you.
Spectrums you can see,
Spectrums you don't.
But are you able to?
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 4:08 PM UTC
What is JWST? An innocent Q.
But deserving of prose. I knew just what to do.
It's ̶j̶u̶s̶t̶ jwst our first space flower,
Unfurling it's hexagons.
Golden petals that thirst for ancient photons.
Jwst the thing that can see so much further than we
would have ever dared dream in the last century.
So you'd think it'd be hard to see our backyard,
After red galaxies melding with CMB.
But it's shadowy seat is what gives us the treat,
Of our hard to reach planets in infrared heat.
James Webb Space Telescope
Keeps surpassing all hopes.
30 years to develop. At least twice we went broke!
A 10 year orbital cosmology store.
It survived through max Q, and keeps giving us more.
30 years in the womb. Twas a legacy born.
Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 11:19 PM UTC
Singularities merge. Excess energies purged.
A concentric spread spacetime vibrational surge.
Then that deep distant BURP rolled through Earth with a CHIRP.
Proving we could observe, and without optic nerve.
New physics! We cried. And all it implies!
We'll get LIGO in space, Nobels, and black ties!
Even Einstein stirred as the sigma concurred.
If the cosmos is waving, then E is conserved.
From let there be light, to electrified kites,
To lasers and mirrors observing the nights.
So let there be sound. Let the chaos be found.
To the stars we ascend, with knowledge unbound.
Jun 24, 2025
Jun 24, 2025 at 6:39 PM UTC
Think nothing of water which percolates,
Liquid evaporates.
Such are the forms trapped within themselves,
Meaningless rotes.
By formlessness corporeal,
But with materiality intangible.
Forlorn immolation;
Condensates re-saturate, only different.
Incongruent crystallization;
And they say there is change!
By factors invariant,
But with sums nonconstant.
A laugh is a laugh, verbalized or written -
It's still the same fundamentally.
Tears are tears, dribbled or scribbled -
It's still the same in essentiality.
By elements unproposed,
But with totalities nonexistent.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 2:49 AM 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
If progress meant evolution
Which was the resurgence
Of a previous adaptation
Since dormant but readopted,
Would you deny it & shun it?
If after some period
The same was once again true
For this only recent change,
Would you embrace it & transform?
Willing to take flight,
Willing to cocoon?
Willing to immerse,
Willing to emerge?
By the same notion,
If the divergence required
Was new or exotic,
Would you welcome something extraordinary?
Would you accept & learn from your failures
And share in the fortune of your successes?
Would you help others to grow?
Will you sicken to septic & go toxic
Feeding from discarded wastes
As like ******* overgrowth?
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 5:41 AM UTC
I think there was something wrong with my bladder
I noticed I was starting to *** a lot
(Must have had an infection somewhere),
It was like every thirty minutes I was going off to the loo
At this rate I thought you'll have the handle of the loo worn off with all the toilet flushing you're doing,
A little while later I'm out in my back garden walking, getting some air
And there's this... there's this great big **** just growing there
And I think to myself "I wonder what'd happen if I peed on that ****
Would it **** it or have any effect on it'
So I started peeing on the **** and you know strangely it starts to become this kind of obsession with me
A kind of a scientific experiment, this peeing on the ****
(Probably shows how empty my life is LoL)
All through the day I go out to *** on my ****
Even at night I go out with a flashlight just to *** on my ****
And sure enough about a week and a half later
The leaves their all starting to wilt, the whole plant just starts turning to mush
Well that's quite a discovery I say to myself,
*** it's a a potent weedkiller
And then there's this other **** a different kind of **** and I start peeing on that one too
And y'know the same thing happens
After a week or two of being constantly peed upon
The other **** starts to wilt as well turn to mush
I'm suddenly reminded of the famous old scientist Issac Newton
The guy who was out in his garden one day and got hit on the head with the apple and then invented gravity
(What goes up must come down)
"Well", I thought, "Issac you're not the only one who discovered something in his garden
Us scientists, yea! we got to stick together, we're a rare breed altogether"
Anyway awhile later I'm down the shop and I bump into this neighbour of mine
He asks me 'Are you enjoying the lovely Spring weather ?'
I told him I was, that it was lovely weather
Then he asks 'Are you doing any Spring cleaning, that house of yours ?'
I thought for a second, then said "Spring cleaning...Naw!"
Then I smiled "But I have... I have been doing a spot of gardening though".
May 2, 2022
May 2, 2022 at 8:08 PM UTC
The double slit experiment
In quantum mechanics
Shows us one thing:
That you can’t trust a ************
You can’t even trust a particle
Without watching it like a hawk,
And even then it will disobey you.
Be a little rebel,
Get yourself a little *****
Have your own opinions,
Let relationships decay into ruin.
Quantum mechanics tells me
That we’re all a little cunty,
Even the atoms that comprise us,
So what choice do we have
In the end?
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 7:27 PM UTC
People who are more active
are less likely to think about cancer.
Choosing confusing reusing
is the answer.
Spanking your child
is unproductive and cruel.
We may have been wrong there,
But hey! William Singer can get the kid
into a better school.
Pools and ponds are okay,
but avoid lakes.
3 out of 5 doctors
prefer headaches.
Do you have a problem (?)
Take this pill.
But not for too long
'cause it can ****
Don't eat eggs,
don't use butter.
You can eat eggs now,
but not with butter.
It's okay again to use butter,
just skip anything from Laura Scudder.
Girls with long legs and short tempers
make better lovers.
Boys always marry girls
who remind them of their mothers.
Do these 40 things
to be a better father.
That's so last year!
Why even bother?
Women who wear wicker
marry quicker.
Men who love their lawn mower
do it slower.
People who breathe through their mouth
as less likely to pick their nose.
Or so it goes.
50% of those polled
said "yes."
The other half shrugged
and wouldn't wager a guess.
We know it's a lot to process,
so just stick with us
and we'll guide you through...
more or less...?
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC
//// /////
Terra is rosy
'shadow and light'
and evergreen.
It's never a world
this is it!
Numerically perfect
is scientific
painstakingly poetic.
Walk along the beach
never think
you are alone see
the clouds fly in sheer bliss
The ocean of the rivers is
forever flowing.
It's a mundane
yet hallowed holy.
The artists' kaleidoscopic
the pious men's
immanent metaphysics!
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 10:32 AM UTC
and mankind came together
on that July day
as they watched the historic
landing on the moon's lay
it was an event every corner
of the earth shall recall
the scientific endeavor
did so marvelously enthrall
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 2:48 PM UTC
darling,
you're made of
stardust.
not to be scientific
but
the hemoglobin found
in your blood-
the only other place
its found,
is
in
stars
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 2:36 PM UTC
(alternately titled: Zayda born April 9th, 1929)
e'er since his birth,
his daring do didst not abate
the penultimate most spectacular
concrete incontestable product
constituting biological offspring
developing, fashioning,
and incubating gene nee us,
he unwittingly didst create
encoded whence he got conceived
approximately begat circa
July nineteen twenty eight,
and hence upon April ninth
two thousand and eighteen
cometh denoting exceptional great
ness among kith and kin innate
awareness to take stock and celebrate,
how a series of fortunate events
commencing with a date
to Harriet Kuritsky
(at that time, yet to pledge her troth)
accepting storied handsome fellow,
whose constitution sturdy as "forest" timber
(definition of groom) to be lawfully wedded wife...
until death do them part)
unwittingly marriage didst emancipate
my mother, who met a awful, cruel
and terminal undeserving fate,
which tortured demise, the grim reaper
gladly, gleefully, and glibly
held her steadfast
thru death decreed grate
a permanent life sentence,
she vehemently did hate
and fiercely fought tooth and nail
(unimaginable to me,
thee sole son), how
agonizingly bitterly clearly irate
such suffering wrenched, wrought, wrung
August marriage permanently
cleft by malicious, nefarious,
and opprobrious tongue
no heroic measures,
only lamentation slung
upon the livingsocial clinging,
where grief rung
every last ounce,
though thru each passing year
thy mum gone thirteen orbitz
round the sun, that shear
ring raw emotion
still persists in concert with lear
ring grimace of deathly hallows, 'ere
obstinate heart ache lessened now
since papa found bliss
in which to steer the prow
of his four score and nine
aged ship of state row
wing (or more or less peacefully drifting)
berthed in consonant with vow
wills - a staunch spirit does wow!
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 4:37 PM UTC
There are more things
That are not things
Than there are things
That are things.
Potential is a powerful,
Abundant resource.
To tap into the
Unknown, uncharted,
Unachieved, departed -
And introduce it to
What it means to Be -
Makes every artist
A midwife.
Without the great alchemists -
The artists, the dreamers,
Visionaries, poets, musicians -
Those who enter into
Akashic Records
Like a library -
We would only ever have
What has already came to be.
Like a technical computer reality.
Art brings us closer
To the cusp of Life.
Mother Earth is the greatest artist
I've ever known.
Being Human means
Being an artist.
Our Mother may soon
Scold us
For coloring all over the walls.
Making an artist takes time.
In the Universe,
There's plenty of that.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 12:37 AM UTC
Put my heart on a glass slide,
Smear its contents on the surface.
Let the tears on it dry out,
Then place it on the rack to start.
Stain it red blood from my wrist,
Rinse the scarlet with your kisses.
Pour acidic jealousy,
And let my tears wash it away.
Some drops of methylene blue...
The color of your eyes and sea...
That stained memories and my soul.
Flush it down with new tears again,
And watch the methylene blue
Stain my negative heart and stay.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 3:03 AM UTC