"chargeless" poems
If our souls were open sockets
That connect us to creator God
Our realities would be mere chargeless particles
Reluctant to feed from the Source
Because we don’t care
What our realities must feel like
That is the reason why when I say
You are free
You go away like a wind
freed from a season’s chamber
And blame me for standing still where I was
Who will know that I stayed where I was
Because I wanted to collect
My soul oozing out of the open socket
That the creator God has sent my way
That I wanted my realities to be
In the form of the Love that I wanted to love you
Those tales that I told you
Where not out of the blue
But my dreams about us
My hopes and expectations
Our togetherness remains
Like a story untold
In the depths somewhere
In the open socket that smiles
At me with helplessness.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 1:47 AM UTC
Duality etched in cosmos...
A speckle...or a ripple?
Refracted you interfere per se,
uncertainty inscribed in psyche...
Theorized by the mastermind himself,
stable like none other...
Massless and chargeless,
two state restrictions...
Gliding; no,
attained a velocity maximum,
moving at light speed..
A gauge Boson,
Member of The Standard Model...
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 9:20 AM UTC