"quantitatively" poems
the number you wanted
you got it
so just smile and be thankful
finally, happiness after all of that truly unnecessary amount of stress.
and for what?
a step closer to perfection?
that's a painful journey with no destination
you thought this would sustain your happiness for longer than a breath
but after that sigh of relief you find yourself striving even harder still
towards
more or less
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 3:09 PM UTC
Mario Draghi is a stimulating guy,
To rouse a dead economy,
There’s nothing he won’t try.
He’ll lower rates and lower rates
then lower rates again.
Til the exchange rate for the Euro
reaches parity with the yen.
When he eases quantitatively
Then stocks you ought to buy.
Still, It won’t be pretty in the end
when money comes to die.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 9:28 AM UTC
Small ants scurry across the ground,
oblivious to the fact that they could be stepped on.
A teacher tells a student to pay attention in class,
to grasp the concepts being taught,
to observe...
Observations are personal views,
in certain perspectives;
how one can perceive any given situation.
There is no right or wrong,
in ways of how to observe things.
Teachers, professors say there is only two ways:
Quantitatively and Qualitatively
Everything observed seems to fall into one of these categories,
but can something break the boundaries?
Observations can form relationships,
but in the same instance- destroying them.
Qualities observed are picked;
only chosen to appeal,
but does that make them real?
Questions go along with observing:
how something came to be and why...?
But does anyone truly know the correct answers?
Observing-
in the end is only questioning the essence of things.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
#the forming of substance 07
Stephan W
*Radiance.
Within the void are
the greatest mysteries of the universe,
as matter and anti-matter clash;
only to create a newfound energy..
un-owned, unaccountable, unconcerned--
the energy emerging from the clash negates itself
through mutual annihilation; leading to an increase
of space between what it is that is lit; and in
the accelerated rate of expansion of this space,
Illuminated/illuminating matter takes on the risk
of being removed from participatory perception,
or better said-- to a place beyond retrieve..
and so it is also-
within the void of space that exists within us;
the galaxy-within--
ever-swinging in polarity between the gravity-pull
of illuminating/illuminated substance,
and the ever-distancing properties of
an unowned, unlit space...
dark Energy-- a repulsive force,
attempting to quantify the space between
all that truly matters--
yes.. creating space,
and therefore more room
for it to engage into its ever-increasing
chaotic activity.. quantitatively participating in
its fine art of distraction, dilution
and extortion of time
through nothing other than the negation of matter,
and therefore, the negation of potentiality--
of substance, and so also
the transmission of light.. luminosity:
parts within the heart, lit up with
and by the infusion of our own spirits,
through the beautiful act of volition,
of which, the countless galaxies in the universe
exist as a type, given.. (what-if)...
if only to encourage us through amazing,
mesmerizing example--
surrounded, each.. by a circumference of support
of the dark matter of potentiality--
providing the gravity of containment,
solely in and through its belief in its own possibility,
giving way to its utter inability to deny itself to
what has become already lit,
becoming then.. not only a defining part of the galaxy,
but also a gravitational-formed hedge of protection
against the everpull-entropy of the repulsive force--
of all that is unaccountable-
in its velocity-based separation from volition.
And, so it is with the universe,
so, also.. the universe-within;
Having left its glass-globe sphere,
this spirit-centered cosmos
now unfolds, within skin.*
#
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 9:46 PM UTC
If you ask me how deep a love should be
Don’t seek an answer quantitatively.
Love’s to be measured qualitatively,
Except that I love you infinitely.
If each love is its own variety,
Which one is the one between you and me?
Is it type one or type one hundred three?
My love for you is love infinity.
If you ask how much love I give to thee
For fear love might exceed capacity,
Man never loves to his ability.
Except me—I love you infinitely.
If you need me to love descriptively,
Each day I love you more infinitely,
I need new numbers mathematically,
For I love you more than infinity.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC
the number you wanted
you got it
so just smile and be thankful
you thought it would make you happy
but you find yourself striving even harder still
towards
more or less
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC