"cern" poems
**•
i
am
a sea
farer•a
rider of the
dwindling air...
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one day my ailing boat would invite
the water•i will finally sink into**
~ ~ ~~oblivion's lair•~~ ~ ~
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~~ w ill then be • but a we a k, ~
i ndis cern ible... reflec tion of my sel f
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~ i' d notb e free •but~
~ ~ t rapped i n abo x
~ on a lon g for- ~~
g o tte n ~
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Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC
In{peace}ner
Yet again, I a(struggling)m to sleep,
Yearning for m(soul)y to keep.
Day by pa(day)ss with no remorse.
Death scouring the lands on his tire(horse)less.
There was Mar(First)cos,
There was Ka(Then)in.
De(coming)ath is for all of us,
As morale beg(wane)ins to.
Shots are fired in hot spu(sporadic)rts,
du(I)ck for cover as my shoulder hurts.
Blood flo(down)ws my arm as I grasp my gun,
I close my eyes as my comr(run)ades begin to.
I am paralyzed, planted in the ea(bunkered)rth,
My comrades car(me)ry as they flee.
I fig(sanity)ht, refusing to see my own worth,
As bullets fly by, in an endl(torrent)ess of maniacal glee.
The pain sears, racing through mi(my)nd.
Muscles, tissue, bone, to unw(beginning)ind.
Con(crosses)cern my comrade’s face,
As he looks at my pai(disgrace)ned.
Earth spews the gro(from)und to my right,
Launching us into the thick fum(air)ed.
I scream again as my pa(rears)in its roaring might.
My vis(fading)ion as my body lands on my earthen lair.
whi(Death’s)sper then did creep,
His bre(cold)ath in did seep.
I no pa(feel)in as I know its time,
To join m(mates)y, out here on the Rhine.
May 7, 2012
May 7, 2012 at 8:44 PM UTC
***your admirers are unlimited by geography or name,
but only by unlimited limits of imagination***
~~~
~for Albert’s wife~
~~~
the tattoos on my body, a complete list
of my 7 names^ stolen/shared with a heavenly human,
the ******* pretending he/it got no skin in the game
but that is a poem for another time...
you thank me for being a “follower”
unnecessary for your admirers are unlimited
by geography or name,
only by imagination,
a yet to b found,
unfound Cern particle
whatever name you/I choose,
what we/me love about your poems,
flora, fauna, the human cuppa,
the patient touching,
is that you write what your eyes feel,
yet, it is I doing the seeing
for that
follow you kicking and screaming,
happil
your /us
babe in arms
~~~
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 2:05 PM UTC
Your Randomness amazes me; you are the primal spark.
The Devil’s in the details for those of us who hunt the quark.
The particles accelerate around Cern’s race course track,
Then collide in a burst like fireworks that quickly fades to black.
One cannot really “see “a quark, those infinitesimal little things.
It is by their “works” we know them as they race around our ring.
At times it can be tedious, like counting angels on a pin
But finding basic particles is its own reward, my friend.
It’s hard to wrap your mind around the uncertainty within.
We can either know location or the direction of the spin.
Notions of causation must be checked at the front door
For bi locating particles don’t follow Newton’s laws!
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
This is important information for all humans and id ask you take it as seriously as you are able, keeping separate in your mind were logic is trying fight it as we would want from the simple emotional responses that are inevitable with such heavy information. To start you are moving forward in the dimension of time at a rate you can with focus modulate, you make tools to help with this and call it entertainment, you are able to pass through dimensions in space with much expenditure of energy and have tools to help with this you call transportation, you know how vast space is not in spite of your inability to comprehend it but because you cannot, time is equally vast, I put it to you that potential dimensions form to make actual any possibility from any point and so if at every instant (F/s=I{F=fastest thing, s=shortest distance, I=Instant}) all combinations of all potentials manifest themselves we have an infinite by exponent, if in the first instant there was a finite set of possibilities there would be a finite set of potentials from any instant despite their exponentially diversifying it would be a calculable infinity, now If time and space are part of the same fabric and gravity warps that fabric distorting time and space in a quantifiable manner then geometry could be established to transgress the natural flow with the application there of. if and I believe it to be so if nothing else, gravity is a manifestation of cosmic forces, quantum mechanics that is, with the Plank being the primary force of gravity, gravity A, then the planetary forces being secondary, like a radiation, a side effect, gravity B, then these forces could be manipulated at a lab like CERN, I'm not big on the Mandela effect but there's something seriously wrong as of late and this information is prudent, please share it if only to attack it, consider it if only to attack it, bring it to the table if only as a snack.
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC
Se cern arginții boltei, prin sita de safir,
Totul viu, ferice, crunt au să-l răpună.
Și să-i facă rece, nesfârșit alb cimitir,
Norii cei negri, oștirile lui Vânt s-adună.
Regina Morții, cu dalba-i mantie, călare,
Suflarea-i de sloi, a tăcerii pânză țeasă.
Luncile cu joc și râset, pierdute-n uitare,
Blestemul vieții de apoi, alb pustiu lasă.
În codrul de plumb, un lup se tânguie amar,
Cine ne-a luat a primăverii poftă de viață,
Al verii dulce poem, al belșugului har?
Se odihnesc toate, sub pătura de gheață.
Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 2:28 PM UTC
I'm not sleepy, and there ai
n't no place
I'm going to, this is it now, … then I come again, return,
interrupting my self with crosscurrents,
these are those
riptides in opposing forces shifting
enemies
to good fellow earthling survivors, spinning in the system,
pole to pole and back
never the same river twice,
but always the pattern,
meandering,
serpentine, path of least resisting
we know we are of the samesame value,
goodwise. truewise freemade with a will
to live in happy, the state of mind,
ever after all of that…
from now on
whatever ever changes, we are
in the mix,
this is id est time-ated, tict to
silent breathing commas,
in our mutual mind space
aloud
at any given instant
or moment, moment
works instant in season
out of season,
how did you make sense of that?
This way, right.
I knew at the moment then it was past,
this is ever after, never the same,
fluid-ity enticed to artifice interfaces,
knows to gnose, epistemic tehkne
sci-psy-psi
with use, knowing takes on a second nature,
less guessing, let the cloud calculate the tip, wait
what is this tip, this social debt, I owe the server?
Stupid question, certain
impulses
urge me to declare, look it up, but you know,
if you were the server,
you know…
if you were the aimer,
you know,
if you were the trigger, you wait
to be the joke that starts the whole world laughing.
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Survival of the we-ity bits of wits,
was we an effort
to imagine?
We, the idea. Who imagined that?
I could not form an image,
imagine, yes
form, in form fit an
i-dea
ology **** where did she come from,
wait, is she the mother of all living?
who told this story, after whatever
resulted in now,
when we know, we all are related,
matrilineally,
mom-wise,
...?
if we were to reason, for a moment,
of the expansive sort, see
without the knack for vision my
people
perish. So seeing eyes and hearing ears,
goodsense forethought, backup
senses
great ideas in the ongoing perfection
of ever after,
post Disney ification of the servant corp,
and creds to Berners-Lee and the CERN
concern for how ideas may
evolve from necessity inventing
Frank Zappa in time to fix Romania's budget.
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 1:47 AM UTC
They shall say of 2020, when it's done
nobody forgets a year like that one,
this one, with you in it,
never been one like it,
fractally speaking, on this scale of perception.
The demographic target of Covid 19,
and I share periences from some years sortalike this, like 1961,
but that isn't global, that was national,
the summer, mostly, then
1963, the fall,
those days got global, a bit,
1969, the autumn, 1970, the spring,
and all those
tied in to now by way of psychedelia, and post war blues
odyssey of a sort, walking to Chicago scheduled,
through the October Moratorium, burlap sack of
peyote Wuwuchin season, then Earth Day 1, in San Jose,
half a time, half a year in men's measure,
those days were more cosmic than global...when I consider
I knew the way, that far, at that time, those were
strange days;
then I disappeared.
Now, I reappear, just to say, the way
I got here, got me this far, but as Granny Cook,
from the original Angelus Temple amen corner,
click,
she said " we all need discernment", then
Job called for a referee ee ee ance refer to
Voltaire - define your terms ..
dis cern the terms of our agreement, reader.
This map leads here. 2020 April, it is a meme
forming link in the evolution of the global brain
holding AI
accountable for each idle word, every good nobody got,
give it again, doit doit now, we missed. Hamartia, ha, try
umph, and we are rolling once more right past confused Camus.
1954.
These are the last old days, new ones are emerging,
after all we know finishes shifiting into next before our seeing eyes.
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 4:22 PM UTC
we speak of both the past and now
each giving the other time
thoughtfully considering
before responding
just like in the books…
we sit together watching trash
commenting on absurdity
and passing on the conclusions
in order to catch a few quick kisses
the world ceases to exist
outside of a place for our air and water
to materialize
14 years in,
I still feel this way –
considerate conversation
in traffic
watching irritated passersby
chuckling at the scene
hands resting
skin pressed but not pushed
as the comfort of touch
and the warmth of togetherness
fill the Kia
and replace the honking insanity
only a window pane away –
soft breath, steady and rhythmic
she waits for an answer
to the simplest query
as though I might pop off
with a cure to aids
or insight into the cern collider
I only say “yes”
as I do so hate telling her ‘no’
a smile passes her lips
inspiring mine to do the same
and we walk hand in hand
down the sandy shore
as is always the way –
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 5:18 PM UTC