"multiverses" poems
Some say we all live in a “Multiverse” –
A myriad of universes
All parallel to one another
Invisible to us
Apart from our own universe
Wondrous as it is.
So in some other universe there is
Another version of yourself,
Where you turned right at some junction
Instead of left
And had a serious accident
Instead of winning the lottery.
Or nothing much happened
Or Everything.
Even my own fertile imagination
Is floored
By the endless possibilities here.
My mind is truly boggled
Fit to explode.
For every tiny insect in our universe
Might fly right
Or left
Or not at all
To thus create another universe.
I could write an epic poem on this.
To think that somewhere out there
I may be Immortal, or a King, or Rock Star
Or even about to be Executed
If not already dead.
And you might be these things too.
Versions of ourselves might live in universes
That echo those of fiction
In worlds such as Narnia, Middle Earth
And that of Star Trek, Star Wars
And Stargate SG One
To name but a few.
Oh to have a TV Remote
Like the fictional “Sliders”
To take us from this realm
To any other of our choice.
Or a “Uniscape”:
A machine like a Tardis
Which can take us to any place
Or time
Or universe
Or Other Multiverse???
My head is aching now.
My mind explodes
Like The Universe
And The Multiverse
Or Multiverse of Multiverses.
So I’d better stop
Before this becomes an epic
And my head explodes.
But, meanwhile, in another universe
I didn’t stop!!!
Paul Butters
© PB 18\9\2023.
Sep 18, 2023
Sep 18, 2023 at 3:34 PM UTC
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Passing idea
Clusters a spark
a mundane brainstorm
And as it passes
Through the elastic mind
I wish to sit
At my typewriter
To capture the essence
Before it’s gone
Before the idea vanishes
Before storm ceases
Mad,
Mad mind
-
Passing idea
space exploded within itself
atomic fusion instigated
The mundane universe
And it expands
Through the elastic space
I wish to sit
At my typewriter
To capture the essence
Before it’s gone
Before a black-hole
Swallows my universe
to create another one
Mad,
Mad universe
-
Passing idea
Clusters of minds
Until civilizations are fused
Into mundane cultures
And they expand
Through the elastic generations
I wish to sit
At my typewriter
To capture the essence
Before it’s gone
Before civilization zero
Is both dead and alive
In the schrodinger-like
Transition to civilization one
Mad,
Mad persons
-
Passing idea
Cluster of lonely universes
Until the almighty gravity
Loses its kingdom
To the thought of multiverses
And it expands
Through the elastic kinship
I wish to sit
At my typewriter
To capture the essence
Before it’s gone
Before multiverses wonder
And discover:
They think, therefore they are.
Mad,
Mad multiverses
-
I am sitting at my typewriter
To capture an idea
whilst thoughts are passing through my cerebral cortex
Perhaps
Someone inside an earth-like neuron in my brain
Is sitting at his typewriter
With a writer’s block
Trying to make sense of the birth of me:
His equivalent of the big bang
a single atom
Giving birth to the energy
That shaped his universe - my cerebrum
I am sitting at my typewriter
To capture an idea
Whilst the milky-way and Andromeda
Are to cross through a string of light-like gravitational paths
Perhaps
The conscious of the universe
Ponders my existence
In a form of a passing idea
Mad,
Mad Alireza.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
I want to learn everything; everything comprises of everything,
be it the knowledge of the nature or the horizons of the cosmos
I want to canvas over the universe, multiverses;
to paint my reality with a brush of joy.
But, it's tough for me, because I'm dementic
If I decline it while inclining towards a book
Dyslexia obliterates my desires and hurt me badly
If I ignore all this, ADHD comes forward to poke me
with a stick of astounds and pains of eventide
If I cut down the roots of ADHD, S.A.D greets me
and enter to my dark world and enhance its darkness
I'm confused, shattered; directionless in a myopic way
Highly myopic, no direction, but I do have vision
I want to crisscross my myopia to an extent
where it diminishes.
Meningitis, shut up, you *******
Please have mercy on me, I don't deserve U at least,
But do I really need someone to have mercy on me?
I guess no, I can build my own world where
Dementia strengthens my spirits by saying,
Why just Embryology, what secrets do you want to find
Ova is not dependent on a ****** *****
it is a complete YOU.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC
I overflow, I absorb,
I push, I retreat — and then
I pour it out.
I gave myself names,
So, I took on forms,
Types, meanings,
Traits I had never worn before —
Unlikely mutations.
The end was
The Beginning of Everything.
II
I materialized,
Threading time and space onto myself.
I exploded,
Giving birth and dying —
In multiverses.
III
I budded through fractals,
Creating illogical gravities.
Where there was supposed to be no life —
Angular feelings emerged,
Flattened stars,
Ellipsoidal planets...
Until Human Beings appeared.
IV
Then everything changed.
They began to put me in boxes
Shouting with anger:
“My Faith!”
“Your Philosophy!”
And yet I am everything:
Existence in non-existence,
A colorful flash,
Undulating silence,
A sigh that screams.
V
Drink me,
Eat me piece by piece,
Discover me — but don't defend yourself
Against denial,
Consequences
And mistakes
When you see a wall in front of you.
VI
Don't take yourself away —
Because YOU ARE
Also, in that
In which you sink
Your Gaze
Your Hearing
Your Thoughts.
Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 1:33 PM UTC
Instead of homework,
I, a curious and
strange child
ran into a library
of multiverses.
To the left was Macbeth,
and to the right was Dorian Gray.
Amidst my tardiness and slight
disarray, I found Beethoven.
He, so volatile,
so angry and loving,
so deceitful and charming
exhausting then relaxing.
He composed
infectious melodies
of strings and brass that
rumbled like thunderstorms
but these thunderstorms
rained heavily on me,
washing away negativity,
blooming flowers
of unique beauty.
Statements in musical
form, everlasting, ever flowing
lead me away from a
place of sitting in silence
and not knowing
what notes are like
when they dance .
With his outstretched arms
I found an embrace in
an immortal man
with a loyal stance.
Time means nothing,
when floating on cloud nine.
Beethoven transcends time
and with him, everything
is just fine.
I once found Beethoven
in a library and since then
he has never left me.
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 12:19 PM UTC
...If I love you...
Feathers all fallen grey
I slowly learn to Fly
Again
This is how I am
This is who I am
My spirit clearly senses
Harboring delicate thoughts
Some things I often thought myself unable anymore
I burnt all the white sage
To purify the Energy
Let it go now Let it go away
All these somber silhouettes like dead crows
Around my head
Inside my heart
May they fly higher nevermind how it tears my soul apart
I will live on
They say if I love You
I love myself
Thus I learn to cherish my own Multiverses
Nevermind the misunderstanding
I know why it is so hard to love myself
This is how I came to the world
Maybe also parts of my previous incarnations
I have been taught again and again
About the precious release of Loving Kindness
When you kiss the depths of Forgiveness
You keep falling down the mountains
To the same grounds and dreary gardens
Because it's here
There is something to learn
There is something to burn
White sage
chanting chanting chanting
Shamanism healing
White Light coming from deeper inside me
Unlock my Spirit Now
If I love myself
I love You.
(inspired by Rumi's words)
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC
Make-believe multiverses written in the
Rain
Petrichor
Ichor
Blood of (my) gods
Congeal. Thick. Rich, putrid poultry pan
opticon
theon
The bigger I am the smaller I am,
King of nutshells,
In ambition I beg--beggar butcher
Kingly kind **** beggar--look
In, give in, cave out implosion (my)
God demands sacrifice; copper
liquid spills, fresh,
Replace
old blood
Regicide,
Warm
running
red
over
Mars,
Vallies of dead bones they
Make a noise (crunch) like
Nutshells
Eggshells
White emaciated pale weathered withered
wothered wondered want I want I wont ...
A L I L Y S T A N D S
In v a n i t y v a l l e y
G r e e n blue v i o l e t
T r e m b l i n g I--I am
Cold
I can't feel my hands.
I rush rash rip stem
And all
Timeless life
Look how it not dies in my hands.
Look
I can't see
Unstuck by time trapped
In this eternity, make-believe,
Flower fickle, it is
A sentinel robbed of its post,
Eons past will pass before decay,
L I L Y ' S F A I T H --Can't
Let go of this moment, just
Let it die in peace,
In v a n i t y v a l l e y
Of bones dry dying...
When I wake up I see a man
Whose hands are open and eyes
Are free to wander.
He is royalty--a royal beggar,
A dry flower pierces
His heart--it rains
River
run red
with
orange juice sun
Squeeze.
His hands on his sides.
On sand and seashells.
Open valley, horrible horizon.
Celestial cosmos ocean sky is
That it? Is that me?
Do I raise my hands or f
a
l
l
To the ground. Beg.
Where are my gods? This
Sun is too bright, I can't see.
The cold. I blow breaths of smoke.
Vapour vanish too
Cold. I can't feel my hands. Go
Back
Inside.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
I am honey coated
In the dawn yellow sun
As I walk softly
Through the glazing savanna
Intimately married to
My body I feel all
Her strength and power
My low center of gravity
Pushes down 2 tonnes
Of my power house weight
Almost buckles the ground
It is as though the earth
Beneath me becomes concave
As I stand on a spongy soil
As the landscape rolls up
To a brand new sun
If the rest of me forgets
Where I am going submerged
In flaky doubt my hard horn
Points the course through the
Clouds of apposing forces
As even the Gods are forced
To part the way like the red sea
As I plough through space and time
Nothing dictates to me
As I chase away darkness
And carve out doubt
Breaking spells while proceeding
All ghost will run from me
Possessed by the devil
I will DRIVE him out
For I am the AFRICAN EXORCIST
Careful where you step
Because I hang over
The savanna like a
Silent volcano
Run and hide if you
Ever hear the huff and
Puff of my disgruntled being
As you better get out the way
Without any delay
As I blaze new pathways
Showing you a brand new day
As I smash through obstacles
You or the world
I feel my center speaking
Opening , EXPLODING into
Inside out spaces
Multiverses are vibrating
As I ride on a wave
Of infinite forces
combusting
I am fired forward
With rocket fuel
As I reach new places
Expanding into worlds
Of high and far out spaces
Greater than I know
Hesitation and procrastination
Will be trampled on
All those blown over by life
Jump on my back
And I will stampede you
Through this world
So dare you attack
Or cover my track like weeds
With feeble words and excuses
As they strangle my future path
And my lava filled belly
Will blast them with fire
Melting and molding
My internal landscape
As I imprint my freedom
How I love you Black Rhino
You have my attention
So can you please point
Your horn in the right direction
FORWARD AND UP
Forward and up for me
As I ride with the BLACK RHINO
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 2:10 PM UTC
Constantly suffering like this is never a good thing.
It's peculiar to think otherwise.
I mean, I can't really do anything stupid.
Sure, I'll suddenly gain that rush of temporary popularity;
Since the dead are always so glorified,
But when they're living, they're trash.
I mean, isn't that how things work?
Well, that's the cynical, dark way of thinking about it.
What about the reverse?
Alternate dimensions, multiverses of beings that are you.
Six or eight, I forgot the precise number to them.
But the importance is that there are other outcomes,
To the solution you long for.
Then again,
Problems can't really be solved by the conciousness
That created them.
Just like wishes are only a success plan for failure.
Well, what's more important?
To be or not to be?
Pacifism or aggression?
Earnest Hemingway was always active with his words,
But there's nothing wrong with being the other.
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 11:24 PM UTC
A tiny spider in a tidal pool
struggles to survive.
All around us
all the time
every nanosecond
every millimeter
every tick of the atomic clock
nervous systems
electric
signals for survival
You know the ones
we call it
fear and panic
life and death struggles
all around us
all the time
one goes on
one stays behind
to decompose
and
scatter.
Cells
Stars
Multiverses
universes of branes
colliding,
beginning a new round
of
winners and losers.
Matter snaps in
snaps out,
no one knows
where
they come from
where
they go.
Infinitely
smaller and smaller
Infinitely
larger and larger
on
every level
all around us
all the time
the
struggle to survive.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
Today is governed by the cyclical nature of science and the god that has been created mythically as an axis point to explain our existence.
To what end do we find separation from a reality formed from consciousness?
The over-mind - what has also been referred to as a god-conscience, spans the digits of numerical structure and maintains an order that is beyond our limited comprehension. Division then, is not separation; it is a change that alters what is divided. Everything falls within our finite infinity - knowledge and the unknown - our minds and its thoughts.
The inhabited earth is a manifestation of thought vibrating throughout the cosmos. Star clusters are fragmented thoughts that gather and gradually grow closer until an idea emerges from the detritus left by the explosion.
Each atom is made up of multiverses that are made up of more atoms.
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 8:55 AM UTC
Rim shoot
Overshot on the
Carousel of time
802,702 A.B.C.
Time Safari Inc.
Jumping multiverses
Check. And check.
Could’t happen here…
President Deutscher?
We've stepped off the path
Time to jump back on and
Reclaim our future
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 1:03 AM UTC
As the lunar expanse
Of these multiverses
Bleeds into the coming
Of a new dawn
And as I never
Speak too long
The poetic depths
Of my expression
Cannot be contained
Not in mere words
That pop in my brain
Nor images of letters
Expanding the lines
Protruding the pages
In whimpers and whines
The span of my creation
Most grossly defines
The music and laughter
Echoing through good
And hard times
Perhaps then
Our poetic hearts
Shall be aligned...
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 1:09 PM UTC
a blight upon the world,
that means nothing in the first ******* place,
infinite fractals,
three dimensional segments,
of the fourth dimension,
broken in stand still,
an illusion of time,
grasp that of gods,
for we are,
omnipresent,
a color from light,
opus in value,
exceeding that of the night,
temporal time frames,
igniting,
fire,
passion,
wars,
surging,
rain,
anger,
death,
breathing,
gale,
adroit,
life,
composing,
earth,
calm,
peace,
that which continues,
as the strings vibrate,
all at once,
infinite in finite,
collapsed to zero,
in best understanding,
for a substance,
that cant understand,
imagination filling,
creating beauty,
we'd wished,
we see,
singularity looks back on itself,
the only time to be read,
watch our atoms collide,
multiverses inside,
never find the answer,
as looking in,
is looking out.
May 3, 2010
May 3, 2010 at 1:09 PM UTC
Running from these broken surroundings
I don't miss this
My heart is fractured, my head is pounding
Taking a risk, it's
Not easy to be a part of this world, not now not ever
I've had a moment or two when I thought I knew better
I wished blissful ignorance could have lasted forever
Even though every night I thank god I am clever
But staying here is like being under immense pressure
And I'm not sure now how I'll react to another lecture
About how I should be
When collective consciousness,
Multiverses
and unity is what I believe
Join "reality"?
No, I put my mantra on repeat
Remember the soul inside of me
And most of all
Breathe
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 7:21 PM UTC
You’re so tender.
The soft in you flows into my veins , softening the edges that i sharpened, healing the bruises that I gained in the great war.
You smile and it's like a moons crescent, and your laughter resembles the sound of the rain.
and I’m so in love.
Your hands, like satin, caress my face and i have never been held so gently;
Your embrace induces in me, a slumber I've never known.
and I’m so in love.
Your presence should be an anomaly to my star-like solitude;
but god its not, I would search for you across multiverses.
and in the void you look at me so tenderly , your lips graze mine and it’s a supernova and I’m falling, falling , falling in love again.
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 9:04 PM UTC
Within the coming moons
While the universe parades
The stars which were once in line
Shall all become misplaced
Leading to the transfer
Of heart and soul to mind
The universe we know
Shall no longer leave us blind
The rapture of our being
Free to open wide
No more in between
No more other side
All the multiverses
Converging into one
All a sudden knowing
Where we all come from
Yet perhaps endless knowing
Is more than just a drag
And that's why over and over
We all keep coming back
.......
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 8:06 AM UTC
I was dreaming that
I was inside of a black hole
All alive
Conscious
And all naked
With a sunflower
With a little water
And with endless verses
Inside the black hole
The aim was to touch to multiverses
All alive
Conscious
And all naked
While l was sleeping under my silky old blanket.
08.2016 - İstanbul
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 7:53 AM UTC
13 billion years later we still discuss
Split second propositions of time
And temperament of infinite particles
That ceaslessley had a mind of their own.
God is still in capitals but cunning as she is
She first created herself as feminine.
Did it take us from the big bang to now just to know
That order began only after the chaos controlled
Pre-universe shadowed itself in a pin-point
Burst into beauty of perfection
Married waves, particles and precision
In anti-matter exactness of itself
To complement the new multiverses
That remained suspended in a gravitational enigma
Split second before collapsing back into a point
And bursting open in inflationary force
Arms wide
Welcoming you and me
From back in the days of confusion
To todays perfection.
That conjecture indicates that
The Master Creator was himself confused before the Big Bang
And so he created beauty and women to counterbalance
The new precision.
I know. Women are not chaotic. Only men are.
( Pssst!) my wife will read this poem.
Author Notes
SNAG: Sensitive New Age Guy! A fresh take on the Universe and Creation of common Sense! ( a Back-up Poem)
Entered for the Contest on Chaos.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
By Arcassin B
**** it all depends,
If we all divide or we all in,
Better repent the sins,
This ain't no religious pen,
Think you tryna' help me?
You think i need new friends?
Maybe it all depends.
The world ends , from me pen,
Multiverses from my head to shins,
The light within,
Wanna' hang with me?
Think i need new friends?
Dec 22, 2024
Dec 22, 2024 at 6:39 PM UTC
**In the science of our time
there is a reported flagging of expectation
for new cosmology discovery..
With science's point of view
not altered since the Greeks
a continuing immersion in
objectivity and assertions verified..
Despite powerful instruments seeing
the birth of inflation in the big bang
a suggestion of multiple worlds
this explosion of diversity
also suggests futility in discovery
of newfound truth..
So..
we may be waiting for science
to redirect its gaze with new purpose
of finding that which is observing
the vastness which centuries have seen..
Turning around to discover
a background awareness experienced
at last as real Seeing...!**
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
We pray for salvation
To a Supreme Being
We hope exists.
But how is God possible
In an infinite number of infinite multiverses
Lasting forever?
We find our God
(We think)
Only to discover there is a Bigger One.
Then another!
Beyond is followed by beyond
Age by age by age
Light year by light year
Never ending.
Due reverence to every god,
But does each god have a god in turn?
Something tells me there are bound to be
Greater powers and intellects than us.
Yet, as the proverb says
We are all in the same boat:
A ship that sails a boundless ocean
Of space and time.
We can steam ahead
In a straight line
Only to eventually find ourselves
Back where we began.
All of us are lost.
But the good news is:
We are all lost together.
Paul Butters
© PB 22\4\2020.
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 12:49 PM UTC
Scripture seems to be clear about the permanence
Of hell's torment, yet we finite human beings insist upon
Superimposing our imaginative emendations
Upon Scriptural descriptions.
Why do we do this?
Perhaps our love for those we suspect
Have gone to eternal damnation,
Or the fear that we ourselves may not
Make it to eternal bliss
Motivates us to create
Heavens and Hells,
Multiverses.
I believe that I am finite,
That I am created,
That my planning and conniving are incapable
Of changing the Eternal plans.
I have no power to create alternate realities;
No temporal holds upon supernal.
Feb 2, 2022
Feb 2, 2022 at 9:12 AM UTC
Adrift and lost, I search for bearings true,
Your thoughts, like whirlwinds, ever in my view.
Today, our hands, in tender touch, did meet,
Palm to palm, our pulses skipped a beat.
Electric currents danced, our bond did grow,
Through multiverses, our spirits did flow.
Time collapsed, our paths entwined, complete,
Drawn together, destiny's own feat.
A choice was made, surrender to the heart,
You've seen the truth, and now we'll never part.
Our chariots race through time and space so vast,
Until our souls unite, together at last.
The tangled webs of life you now unweave,
With patience, order to your world conceive.
Concerns for son and daughter weigh your mind,
Love's risk pondered—will she be unkind?
Forgiveness sought for words once cast aside,
Your heart's confession, no longer to hide.
The weary burdens that you long to shed,
For a new beginning, where love is led.
I hear the chaos she's been weaving tight,
In this moment, you seek solace in my light.
Here I stand, a beacon, still and true,
Awaiting self-forgiveness to renew.
Be valiant, love, and shield your tender heart,
A fresh dawn awaits us, a brand new start.
Dec 12, 2023
Dec 12, 2023 at 10:28 PM UTC