"psi" poems
So is Physics now in trouble
Because neutrinos too fast fly
As clever troglodytes with white coats
Measure once again the psi
Could it explain the dopamine injection?
The amphetamine of just one kiss
Underpinning organic chemistry
That can make me feel like this
But No - it goes much deeper
It might give credence to the thought
That sometimes things just happen
With a cause that sums to nought
So Einstein wasn’t wrong
He just did not say it all
He knew that physics has its part to play
In explaining why we fall.
Sep 25, 2011
Sep 25, 2011 at 4:57 AM UTC
A wave of probability
smashing straight into me
I'll probably go insane
but remain sane simultaneously
psi, c'est la vie
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC
Šest tisíc mil asfaltu a prachu.
Kolik tisíc chlapů vydalo se na tu cestu?
Už dobře poznáš tu hranici strachu,
když blížíš se k proklatýmu městu.
Tam lidi neznaj slitování
a ženský neznaj lásku,
a ty proto nad svítáním
nosíš ocel na opasku.
A tak jedeš dál,
možná najdeš svoje sny.
Seš silnice král,
ale štvou tě pouštní psi.
Snad až si jednou spočineš
na lůžku z kapradin a mechů,
doufám, že pak nalezneš
klid hvězd, co ti poskytujou střechu.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 7:53 AM UTC
Finding you on your floor
As soon as I came to your door
Off you go for a look over
Something not right you didn't come home
PSI's on the gauge now tell the tale
Pressure building on your fragile mind
That had to be purged because you were very frail
Day after Christ’s birthday was the last we shared
Our last moments before man made you fall asleep
Ear to ear slice and then your skin is pulled down
Cutting wheel now powered up and on
Making a score line with uncountable RPM's
Stainless steel mallet is now tapping your shell open
Exposing all the danger lurking deep inside
Golf ball tumor leach ******* from your bodies core
Razor sharp suckers with roots buried in deep
You had no choice in the matter
It was your destiny it was your fate
All because it was found to late
Today is my Birthday and I miss getting those cards where you called me Curtis
R.I.P Gram you are still missed did you feel me in your presence
This morning as I walked on your sacred ground?
(CARSr 10-03-12)
Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 12:14 PM UTC
I couldn't see anyone
I couldn't touch anything. I tried to reach the bottom, but it just wasn't there. There wasn't a kelp forest, the Empire state building would have really only stood one and a half of what they said was going to be three or four times what it was. There weren't any smoke vents or even hot springs. It was like looking for Earth from space but looking the other way.
Saturday, December 27th we drove three blocks in your car, with a dummy in the backseat rocking ready-to-wear. You asked if we should put her back inside of your room, but after I taught you to fill your tires between 3.5-4 psi, $1.50 later we realized we didn't even want to begin to try.
Shocked
that I took the Blue Line and even
transferred to a bus.
All along I would have taken any L
if I thought it would have
brought us more love.
Two hours later the devil is riding me, and I'm carrying a sickle blade at my hip. A simple gift for a single father who unexpectedly remodeled where I live.
Deep black and blue. Descending into the bathykolpian abyss. Five small black plastic garbage bags filled with 8-year old kid.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
Hast thou found honey?
Eat so much as is good for thee,
thinking moderation then, success.
Ah, the analyst's probe, is it satisfying?
Child mind alerts, perks up its ear,
single minds have single ears, child mind
focus state, un monitored you, recall, child
minding your own business walking in the road.
Accepting having RSVP'd, we'ld wonder at first,
did we actually ask for this, or is this all made up?
Child mind cocked sure, I know.
We are all an alien probe learning the questions.
Each letter holds an American English phonic response…
and we… the elite sharers of knowns gleaned from scripture.
--selah, also means let it rest
The precedent for a post temple social order arose,
and the minds required for that task arose as well, but
as you know, knowledge was closely held, sacred codes,
cost of being called and chosen, male alone, bred to the bull.
Bred to the king of beasts, wed to the dragon whose bones
we have found in the gullet of beached Leviathans…
tribe of Bill Levy, sudden psy-psi dead guy makes a suggestion,
remember the yen to yank reality aright, and think it funny?
Jes' yankin' y'chaim, only be having like
a child's mind, pedo-meter counting steps away, flee
the birthing trauma, do the dying well.
Earnest Becker, take a chair, I think I felt you linger there,
death divined most fine state, just wait, settling, you feel.
Oct 19, 2023
Oct 19, 2023 at 1:09 PM UTC
the resurrection of the roman empire happened a long time,
it probably happened when the latinißed
(in english the german eszett works miracles in terms
of how the s and z mingle in certain words, interchanging
in certain words, where even an s is involved in spelling a word,
it’s not necessarily pronunciated, e.g. empiricism is written thus
but necessarily it could be empiricißm) started using
revised arabic digits, given the near synonymous simplicity
of both systems of notation - the near skeletal orientation
of the eye sockets proved that the characters of the language
had to involve a complication - the insurgence of the diacritical
marks on certain letters is keenly metaphorical as the descent
of the resurrected rome, via the heart thumping in the vatican,
the caesars becoming popes and hypocrites deliberating on
what’s supposed to be hidden and what’s to be revealed -
while cyrillic became neo-greek, after all:
Γ (gamma / ge) ι (iota / dotted ι)
ε (epsilon / ze) κ (kappa / ka)
Η (eta / en) o (omicron / o)
π (pi / pe) τ (tau / te)
υ (upsilon / u) φ (phi / ef)
ρ (rho / er) χ (chi / kha)
~ψ (psi) i.e. ш (sha);
and because the greeks developed actual names for letters,
it was only rational to employ these letters as scientific
constants ranging with popular demand in physics and chemistry.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC
The Fanzine said it would be something for the connoisseur a la mode de
glue sniffing Leeds yokels rampaging Bournemouth,
even the away supporters taches already looked ropey,
until the 'Pool headed in the only goal.
The claustrophobic fury was clearly palpable
and this feat would be sealed later
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 1:38 PM UTC
if you have ever lived in
a dark place
then you know
that you can't trust anyone
even the feet holding you up are
shaky and unsure
Things are confusing
and you feel as if
there is no way out
maybe giving up is
the best option
because so far, no one has
shined a light upon you
you're not worth it
i'm not worth it
I've never been a weak girl
I've always stood tall, walked tall
No one can bring me down
except myself.
I throw myself into
raging rivers
dark graves
impossible relationships
because I somehow
think I can make it
out.
I've been living in a dark place
Show me the way out
If you are who you
say you are,
take me by the waist
wrap your arms around
my
colla
psi
ng
bo
dy
Pretty bird
Fly me out of this
hole I've dug
God, a girl needs help sometime
so please
help me
lift me lift me life me lift me
off of the ground
I know I'm a heavy burden
weighed down with baggage
from my past
but Pretty Bird
If you would be so kind
Oct 26, 2011
Oct 26, 2011 at 8:50 PM UTC
In 2021, hilite and ask, what is this,
oder vvas ist das? no punctual tone-ing
what is always the initial query re
hyphen al
izing itself being victim of the food,
yes, the bread and the wine,
same yeast,
we guest,
wrong, only one other choice.
Start at the line, drawn in the sand,
after this, we never flow that way
again, the gain grows to a Mt Hermomic pitch,
then
the jordan breaks from the plain
as the settling begins,
and the zone of formative matter is passed.
Soft as lizard belly skin, sweet as horned toad spit,
squirt, think again, how we catch flies.
And ants,
of course, notify the queen we say, thus far,
and death is certain,
do not pass this corpses final safe perimeter--
measure your will to mine,
if, and I know it is, read reads the same
do and done,
it's mental signs we agree effect time taken
to use as a sign farther in the future than a nihilist can think,
ya gotta trust some-
communication system set to frame one state of mind
"to share, divide out;
communicate,
impart, I
nform;
join,
unite,
participate in,"
literally "to make common," {you know, or wish}
From <https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=communication>
As ra el and re el, met to be tested by the balm,
rubbed on to the left palm,
where the marble universe was rolled up,
in the June/July rants locked in Microsoft
deduncededucing what if we own their data,
then we own them, right?
And we did agree, all the data, meta and all, is ours,
for giving wizards room to render reason rations,
the idea involved enveloping
an ex - out, right, examined, amino, as in acid, right?
life>lived belived postbeguilement
literally virtual, vicarious,
popehope.
Basically, but a touch off. The colors of psi-sci-psy
weave a virtually unbreakable, but
and one but begins
but three start en ginious invention
a mental fist,
to hold the wind at thought speed,
any scale
virtual reality is subject to solar flares, and errant
-take the pose,
Jul 29, 2021
Jul 29, 2021 at 7:46 PM UTC
2x9
fertile cross
every day
art up
science wake
pattern make
live box
martial art
pattern mark
build real
2x3
see hear
smell touch
taste there
2x5
episode deal
memory fast
procedure feel
compiled base
cute interlace
2x5
influence cross
ad here
art van
age psi
advantage sum
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 8:06 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.
------
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
give me enough money in this world
to travel to at least one of these
three destinations... to die...
for the calming climate of the cold...
far away from any Arab influences...
to at least one...
Færeyjar...
Ísland... ees-land...
eða Grænland...
none of this English cosmopolitanism...
globalism...
nei amerískt geo-pólitík!
lifa hér lifa stór!
af lif það er: allt...
og dauða og þögn og skuggar...
plenty of F's...
come to think of it...
apostrophes and surds...
notably?
psi... sigh...
although... that's extending
the iota by omitting
both giggle
and ha ha ha...
Jun 17, 2022
Jun 17, 2022 at 6:36 PM UTC