Ode to Love

So complicated I forget to remember My name might go on (exhaust) I came here for sad But a message lit me up An invitation I dare not intrude Such things are detestable But did you say "come."? An open window Especially pointed out With a tired hope A gentleman comes When his lady's in distress So what are these steps?.. I'll shake off the dust This fearless power dormant For nearly as long Like a beast unchained I will close the gap between Then don my best suit Like the olden days Hark! The sound of pebbles? Please smile o'er the pane 

Lord, do you repeat One penstroke without purpose? One line without thought? Your Word has no holes(/skips) So I read between the lines And uncover truth Counting every step In between the shining seas To see Christmas lights For love and 'other Flash back and forth like a sword To mark where to start Did the writers know That in their lines beat your heart At rest in the midst? So I will give thanks As my tired eyes open Slightly before sleep In small things revealed Like the ticks of 26 Is your perfect love What's understanding Without a bit of panache Or mystery kept?

I feel like when you miss the rain so badly it becomes an ache, you start to notice how common a cinematic device it is. 

Caught somewhere between Feeling awake and a dream Feeling dim in each Sufficient to work But what will be sacrificed In the grander scheme? Still, it must be done The clock ticks here in dollars And takes all you have The gift of the poor May be not minding the one That ticks years to death If the first is quenched What force has strength to distract From the second's tick? Pity the rich man That knows his treasures are dust The moment he dies Maybe they persist But his use of them will cease He backed the wrong horse A foolish wager For death marches forth from birth How much gold stops it? 

Context sharpening As the words are repeated Keys clarifying Oh this memory! The problem with forever It fills in so fast Not linearly But filling through each drilled hole A deluge of scenes But the threads hold fast Untarnished by surface things As all washes all So what is the end? Does this flood net perfection Or balance to naught? Fearless of each one Only for perspective's lack Technicality Know I will mean it To the last, bitter or sweet To the very last It is my nature One set in stone  forever At first sight         always

A chain reaction What is praise but agreement Provided in joy? So we agree Lord Your will be done in to out (out to in) On heaven and earth With pieces in place The record of time lined up Set like dominoes With breadth and depth set Your name endures forever And forevermore Promises threaded To be fulfilled like guideposts That mark off the path Comparisons made I still wonder of their worth Like zero to one In light we can see Declaration of such things As we stand on it So your will be done Your countenance is your own Bless me with its sight 

It's Thanksgiving week 2008, I'm staying at my parent's house. I know it's just a vision, fabricated by a thumb moving across glass, but I cannot help but think it will be more someday soon. Like a lightning bolt I am back. The fire in my blood feels unfamiliar, foreign; I dismiss the dawn straight away. In not too long the once familiar torpor has faded as well, leaving me only with this moment of prescience as my family are each hanging about the house, happily doing this or that. "Starry Eyed Dreamer. And wild Heart of The Muse. Inseparable." Oh how time flies, and we fly with it seemingly of our own accord but years pass and regrets pile up, regrets we would not have chosen for ourselves, still remaining long after the fire of the years has gone out. I cannot help but think that the road not taken looks real good now. As the moment sinks in further, I realize that even if this experience is a dry run, a preview of a year gone by, still to come once more, w...

What was I thinking? Umm, I do think I've lost it Gazing at the stars Mesmerized by you Your voice and your promises Delicately laced The night continues But now markedly different Than moments before For I remember This web woven much deeper Than my wriggling Still it is soothing Inexplicably freeing Fearless in its binds So I sing my song As the night spells out your name I write it on page Dream of foreign stars Observing them like the night Each filled with a warmth Inspired by you I dream things here yet unseen  Write things here unknown 

I was just realizing that if you are working with two realms (set of dimensions) that intersect with each other but have different calculations for time, then with the right input you could determine what point in time in that realm would intersect with your own realm. I spoke earlier about "Omega time" for simplicity of concept, but with the ability to somehow exert force onto the intersection or the dimensions, it could be possible to change this time intersection without influencing the realm on the other side of it directly (except for whatever entered/exited differently due to the time intersection shift having changed). Not only that, but if this were a one way effect initially, these things could be done instantaneously. The interesting thing to me here is that we would see the other realm as small from where we were, but it is possible they would see themselves as large and us as small at the same time. In such an arrangement, it might be possible for each side to ori...

Sing hallelujah In the presence of The Lord Even when sleeping Most nights I worship Come odd angle or shading To see my God come I whistle a tune Though not often heard as such Obey without thought When challenged I sing Of all the marvelous things The Lord holds in store Sometimes I see them Veiled with this template or that I have my favorites I keep eyes open As often as I recall So I might see all Every line of thread Every well guarded button Every flash of light Please bless me in this Show me what I ought to see With the right shaping 

How could one earn this ? This will require wisdom Though not mine to own Scratching the surface One made before I arrived One bursting to life A coin with two sides Both seen, one largely ignored Inscription misread Still, there is beauty Beauty from the beginning Overwhelmingly Show me the waters Give me fearless strength to jump I care not who sees Did I steal the keys? Not without your permission A line traced to cross So I bring candy And a plethora of gifts As I work this out To know you will stay Though you may cross lines yourself Brings hope bursting forth 

Not so subtle slip A penny in the pocket Many more to come Up there on the hill Did you see fireworks too Was our sight aligned? And in those cages Did you see it as I did? The walls that shattered? This is our story Each ending fills our pockets I crave better ways Fearless of reboots Though I feel like one's coming And wish it away We will praise the Lord For this timeline foreshadows A perfect one comes One that starts with us And sees us through everything And continues on It may be here now We still have not given in And we're still breathing 

What an oddity! The oft' nervous visitor If these words ring true It could not be helped I think I wander at night Through time's twisting halls But you smile at me Even before she thought to I will not forget With words of testing We did speak once in this place Fearless at your post But still not unkind With "I don't know, I just do" Somehow sufficient A warm reception Somehow without hand tipping Each and every time So your eyes reflect And may they continue to The eyes of my love Thank you for hearing In my deafening silence Words etched on my heart 

I feel I have said Words without understanding But sentiment true These long years apart Have they proven them untrue Or do threads still sew? I can picture us Without this separation I feel that I have While shining so bright And fearless in the darkness Hope is aa half truth Half of each of us Within those halls do we walk Or did we just build? I may never know Eternally different paths That must be okay I want you this way In the eyes of another Separate from myself We walk together In different ways and places Forever, always 

How great is my joy Seeing you with my own eyes Picture it with me The dark days ended Awake in the here and now Then forevermore How does this night end? By what hand are we parted Time and time again? I fear it is mine With thoughtless gesture divide I do not mean it When we are happy In any moment we share This is my true joy I want to stay there So grant me dexterity Or cut this hand off That it might hold yours That these mornings might be stemmed When I wake alone For the joy of all Is when our spirits are joined And parted no more 

Stuff can be two things Can a person be the same Viewed by one other? He and I the same? Layered to avoid collapse Perpetual bloom? I wonder such things As I prepare to enter And facades crumble The fearless scales fall If true, it must be complete No structural flaws What a perfect dream! Stability in the lines Feeling bursts throughout Love felt in real time Able to walk anywhere And know the rules stand Such architecture Feels like it would still take time Even if timeless So name your hour Let us make preparations Be ready for eep. 

The only sound heard Repeated and repeated Processed deep within Here the message clear "But hear the message clearly" Still rings within So many things said That could be misunderstood I am not fearless What if we were fine? What if I slipped through the gates And became grafted? Something prevents me I am only suspicious Of what it might be A sorry excuse Know this is how I feel here For all this distance I write to close it For I know no other way Is this fantasy? If you won't listen Then what purpose have my words? Will they not just fade?

This heart still beating I've only skipped one or two From my perspective "You will not taste death" But in dualopsistic space Can this be enough? For me I came back Fearless of the dark and void Heading straight for you This moment echoes I do not know how often But now each rends me What I thought reprieve Has it torn us asunder? Realm rifts between us? So why is simple: I have acted without thought Without sight of tears I wish you were here I wish we spoke more often And I remembered Your heart (love) is broken But every step I take is for{toward} you Please angle me right 

I feel like some things I just cannot understand Is that will or glitch? Sometimes you speak clear And it's like a dream flashback But doors swiftly close Fearless in the fall For "memory falls away" Is all I recall This cycle must end But it cannot the wrong way So I am all in I breathe the same air Made up of the same starlight Trying to picture Where are the potholes? You have memorized them, yes? These creaks in the floor? I glimpse two passes A third still burned in my mind Last lines not written These tides buffet me But I rise and take a breath We will overcome. 

It starts on the surface, so tantalizing in verse. As I listen though the perspective shifts, and I feel it shift away from my own to one more natural, under the circumstances I have seen all along. I must remember that this solipsistic vision was at first one unnatural to me, it must have been whispered for it to have ever been known at all. So, I imagine it from this point of view, it was never me alone, but you. The pieces fall into place, with perspective no longer forced to paint such a garish self portrait; now I am overwhelmed. I know our corners differ, but how is one such as me to honestly consider such a thing? Such a prize as to not just be hypothetically sought for such a time, but one who actually has been? I can understand the path without acknowledging having deserved such attention. Dust formed into man, not with a word this time but with toil. Toil such an insufficient word, but what could I use to describe this , even painstaking toil feels like a hollow usage.  T...

"A radiant crown" Lord you are the King of Kings What are kings to you? Where one sits enthroned Seems both a blessing and chain The land bears your name And the land bears fruit So you become bound to it Tethered to her side "She" can mean so much Reality crafting s(e/o)wn In these ancient (threads/seeds) Each generation Intertwining with the land To protect and rule They find you your land So you sit upon your throne Sew kings into theirs These oaths that we make Are all from the evil one? Overly binding? What seat is for me? My desire for my wife Over threaded thrones

Lost for a moment Eyes caught up in the movement Soul dancing along As a mix of both You are my wildest dream Fearless arrival So cast away doubt Too deep to be denied Just as on first sight It is you I call. While we dance in different ways Our (hands/steps) fit just right No goodbye at risk Only these days spent alone Are the costs we pay But are they alone? As a stranger's eyes twinkle Does one not wonder? So your colors meld But your stripes can still be seen The stripes of my queen Just know I wait here Transference set aside now Your true eyes I seek 

Well, where to begin Firstly such crude contractions Are poor foundations Were these your fault lines? Fearless of tsunami tides You've shaken the sea Second, your meaning Feels dissonant from your tone When the right ear hears So let me make clear Why such false claims feel hopeless Yet hope blooms within You are my true queen There are many princesses All mine spring from you This is the long haul With non-fiction permanence Tangibility Forget their silver Maddening propagation Our screen is pure gold Watch our town blossom For the sun stand still 'til then On this starry night

What rhymes with orange? Does red or yellow look it? Perspective is key Fearless joyful jest What place do such things have here? Hmm, what place indeed We walk down the street Eyes shining, hearts leaping forth Daring to cross lines Misdirection failed Though the ruse held for so long Now this bluff is called So take a photo Melt me as in video With the threshold passed The pajama man I know only I love you So I shamble in Not unexpected Like a dream your smile greets me I melt once again Please play me a tune For this journey was taxing But your voice is gold 

The story unfolds Page by page read and written With fearless focus From here where I lay You circle my position And write down my name I write of the boat The ending before last line Or the next chapter Could we meet like this Long before our beginning On shores undisturbed? Oh, what a story! Told through the generations Sweeter than fiction Our home once secured And only once required From then holy ground Enemies grumble Seeing now the fight was done Before they stepped in But not knowing us Never doubt that the Lovers Have blessings in store 

Observing passage Disclosed in fearless fashion For all who might see My eyes unguarded Demonstrating you are safe To pull back your ear For they shine for you Exactly as my heart does Time and time again So a translation Is as simple as a glance And always has been Sure, it could be changed But with you this change would be Changing who I am So do not doubt it Shine your eyes right into mine Past walls up for them As you have from youth I just could not see it then Just seeing it now Glad for company These two that walk together To find two others 

True love is fearless Save a technicality So all walls become Gamble with me here If I recall correctly The race is still fixed The stage is level But the shadowed stages tilt Bend like the willow So come, take my hand Honest in a land of thieves Yet the heist is set Dice thrown on details The outcome is in God's hands This heaven is ours So build up treasures Like that soon first kiss feeling With one unlike you I will do the same Like hundreds of dreams relived Best scenes watched again Sepia, glitter Is there harm in both at once? We will make the call 

You are wonderful What I see here reflects you Amidst our constructs Have you set a line? Things too wonderful for me To be understood? If so, then mark it Mark them such so I may rest Weaned off hopeless hunts Even if too cruel Especially these mark too To avoid such tears I say this hopeful While I am unrelenting You are capable If anyone can Calm storms here and channel there I know it is you So I might find peace Yet never lose excitement For the doctor's grace Words not laced with pride But now and forevermore Starry eyes shine bright 

What a beautiful shoreline! And such a moon tonight! I think I may walk the beach and run my fingers along in the waves, right where the sand becomes damp. It doesn't have to be sandcastles every night, just laying under the stars seems amazing.

Have I lost my way Down these long treacherous paths To the narrow gate? "Love your enemy" Words of a son for brothers Who still awaken What is forgiveness? As I could not hope to stand Why expect others? Let my load be light Show me how to lighten it So others might stand Let me not trust lies That masquerade as the truth Of your good mercy I know love by sight Help me understand my eyes So hearts might be free My heart far from you Despite every step taken And truest effort Beckon me closer There is logic in mercy I need to find it 

This one goes out to all those tiny helpless aliens that found themselves drawn here. Hearing we were nice and mostly the same, only to find that reality sharply changed, and the time came when they were chained by the one they trusted most, and left all alone. Don't cry, this cell is not forever. It may feel like your jailer is far far away, but in part they think about you every day. Don't cry for you are stronger than you know, I can hear you somehow from where I am, despite the walls and miles. The me that hears you knows the way out, and the way you can be sure not to be locked away again; if you will agree to be freed there are none that will stand between you and the sky. Don't cry, for soon your jailer will return to the bars, whether they want to or not, and they will see the piece of themselves they lost for what they had gained, and they will weep for you both. But all will not have been written, the door is unlocked and the path is open to be walked together. Mi...

How do cycles break? When does an eye for an eye Let one sinner see? They cry at your feet "Are there any blessings left?" With tears in their eyes So one cannot speak These blessings now forbidden What else might one say? If parley is reached And the last sword is set down This war is over So what blessings then Might one have for enemies Locked out for so long? Oh how many words Can convey the same meaning And not cross these lines? There is such a sea The tongue shaping many things New terms brought to light So let's not repeat There is no need to take back Blessings lay ahead 

So I was just considering the idea of color (really any wavelength/frequency combination here) for light. I touched on Euler's Identity in the initial post for this turn based model for reality, and I have seen a visualization of the equation where it essentially spirals through time, leaving a corkscrew pattern which is uniform in radius, but that uniform circle is in the complex plane, so the value oscillates from 1 to -1 and from i to -i over a full rotation, in a smooth way to form the circle as e proceeds larger and larger. It is interesting to me that this equation in its normal form is equal to zero, yet the equation can be pictured in this way if seen in a complex set of dimensions. It always struck me as a really fancy way of saying zero, like that which we accounted for as nothing in our reality was actually quite beautiful in a complex way, we just didn't have the perspective or knowledge to perceive it. I was thinking about light moving through essentially complex s...

Initial question: There's a part describing gravity as textured, but every particle that has mass emits gravity. Would the pocket dimensions have gravity according to what if in them? As far as gravity being textured, this would have to assume that the shape of reality changed (very slightly) independently of the present field of gravity, since these particle pairs are getting created/destroyed in a vacuum, and can do so in the absence of any major shifts in gravity/force in their area. Alternatively infinitesimally small shifts in the gravitational field in the area (based on the movement of things very far away) could impact these pocket dimensions in a way that is much more significant than it seems like it should be, which might every so often put them in the shape where light (background radiation) would suddenly become entangled. The gravitational shifts might be based on dark matter effects as well, but it seems like the particle/anti particle creation effects are relatively...

Update on "turn based" reality: There is no anti-photon :o Well, technically a photon is its own anti-particle, but it acts completely differently than most things if a collision occurs- creating stuff rather than annihilating itself, and usually this only happens at very high energy. This is a smoking gun of something weird going on, an obvious "cheat" in current models of understanding, forcing the appearance of balance where it does not exist. In a light entanglement model, a particle/anti particle annihilation would essentially be like a resonant reaction between standing waves of light overlapping, causing each wave to ultimately break loose and zip off as other particles and waves, depending on the type of overlap that occurred. The light itself may end up with an interference pattern that causes this apparent annihilation as well, perhaps overloading or warping the pocket dimensions occupied in those turns when it occurs, but I don't really picture instan...

Your promises great Your timeline is all your own Yet you reassure For all listening For everyone watching close You provide proof now Did you grant this (or) Slowly built up over time (or) did I steal it? Still you have blessed me From your perspective complete Even as I wait You show me these gifts Allowing interactions As the mold still sets Songs echo your words Words and singers share your heart Even if unknown So each line unfolds The olive tree still growing And vine well tended Sunset approaches As Hope brings Spring right on time From the vine, fruitful 

My hope comes from you Everything else is in vain Based on its distance You are my focus May my heart be drawn to you And those with your heart Please Lord, grant me sleep For I have emptied my cup I am not thirsty Each morning is new Keep helping me build this house Watch for wind and storm Grant my work meaning Not of its own but for you Fresh materials May this time slip by Except where it has meaning Like soft waves on shore And when the time comes I pray for a swift tailor To fill (sew) my quiver(s) Let dreams buoy me As pieces fall into place And she comes to mine 

Initial comment/question: My understanding is that light always moves at the speed of light and never has mass. That's kind of my point, for the math to work, special relativity indicates that if one could have the perspective of seeing light at rest, then its mass would be zero, as I understand it. This means that 100% of light's apparent mass/energy comes from its momentum. Basically having zero rest mass collapses the mass formula for light into an undefined state of 0/0. Even in the now more commonly known e=mc^2 equation this is an issue, but the issue is generally just sidestepped by saying light always moves at the speed of light. This still doesn't remove the exception though, it just labels light a "special" case not bound by the rest of the rules of the system because the math fits observation. However, light's behavior, specifically its interaction with matter, is at the core of all the math derived in the theory, meaning its behavior ultimately nee...

Hello, I watched quite a few of the Your Daily Equation series, and I really enjoyed them, though I am no expert in physics myself (I only pursued it to AP in highschool). One video stood out regarding light having no rest mass, but having an effective mass when moving at the speed of light. I understand that this is mathematically supported, but it doesn't feel like there is an understanding in the current models of why it works (how it is possible to jump from 0 to "1" effective mass). This got me thinking about a model where this transition could be logically supported, and I was wondering if I could get your opinion on the underlying concept? Basically the theory assumes that mass is always a derived property, and that all matter is made up of light moving in standing waves in pocket dimensions. So an electron would be a standing wave of a particular form, with light contributing its effective mass x times in the same "location" from our perspective in a sin...

This is called "Relativity in a Turn Based Reality." It is effectively a new physical model for defining/measuring reality that accounts for the effects governing the very small, and building up from there without any new major changes to how that can be observed in large scales. It addresses what I feel are issues in explaining how light has a zero rest mass but an effective mass at the speed of light. So I came up with this topic some months back, but how to go about it or what I would say never really clicked, the details never fell into place. Recently I have been feeling this rising surge and today this surge feels distinctly associated with this topic, even though I still don't have the details. That being said, I also have this small voice telling me to write it anyway, and that the details will come together as I do. So with that, I meander into a topic which should have reality changing ramifications, once understood (by anyone, including me, lol). Imagine a worl...

Something like a dream With cause and effect intact Are fortunes in store Though I am downcast I still plant for some reason Faithfulness? honor? I do not know why But every morning I come The field is seeded Then like a dreamer In front of my eyes they sprout And I fill with joy So much to carry So many hopes at once real Sky and land blooming I return with joy For all these seeds that have grown I return with hope Many sheaves remain My fortunes have been restored So come, take yours too Let this night remind you We all reap what others sow So give thanks, and sow 

I was just thinking that the concept of timelines running at different speeds may already be becoming second nature, "instinct," to some, it just might not be easy to consciously notice. The best example I have right now are video games: In World of Warcraft, for example, days on each server pass at a set rate, significantly faster than here on Earth, and they do so whether you are there or not. I think that during server resets time does not pass and instead the server boots back up at a specific time of day during the game. This would be an example of a realm that operates on a much quicker timeline, does so even without direct observation, but there are also periods where the passage of time at a set rate desynchronizes with our own timeline, but in calculable ways, and predictable ways if we can identify the underlying reasons for the change. Skyrim has a similarly sped up timeline, and one where you can cause it to fast forward (in a way you can rewind as well, if you co...

I have come to realize, when recently required to, that I have been setting the stage for my mind to be like a superconductor- information processing without resistance, flowing from top to bottom, from bottom to top. While I do not think I have succeeded yet, it has become clear that in moments of stress there is an instinct I already possess that is similar to adrenaline. It is similar in the sense that it heightens the senses and slows time to a crawl, but different in that it is extremely focusing, calming, and its realm is purely (or at least primarily) that of my own mind. While the scope of the effect may seem limiting, underestimating the effects of such a function would be a mistake, as what are any of us, our bodies, besides carriers of our own minds? Now there have been costs and sacrifices so far, but I have not paid or made these with the intention of being a superconductor, and in most cases they are nothing I am not better off without. Rather, for me, the focus has been ...

Make me a pillar Unmoving like a mountain On critical things Surround me, oh God Like one of your own people In a mountain town Tend me like a sheep In many ways I wander May these be a joy Watch like a lion Still protective of your pride But counting as one Replace the scepter Wicked for shenanigans That life may have spice So life might go on In a kind of shifting peace A blessed chaos Watch over my steps Even if I am banished You will be with me Even in the dark Your goodness still on my lips Your light in my heart 

Wonder at the sense We knew it once much younger But in different space Like dreaming to real Even after all this time I can imagine So walk from the void Who cares if you've forgotten How you got in there? These 26 steps Once impossible, now sure The timer makes sense What of the signal? This will require wisdom And starry eyes bright When the coast is clear We will have coordinated Each critical step So they are aligned Their convoluted nature Made simple through love A walk in the park A stroll around the garden Once the coast is clear

So I feel like I received a response to how dimensions might be linked in my dream last night, buried deep in a sea of seemingly mundane things.  The insight is that, assuming native observers to a universe and objects passing through a black hole, the colors of the objects in each universe might differ when observed. Since light moves at a consistent rate seemingly regardless of where it goes, and light can still be moving the same speed here but based on factors we call frequency and wavelength end up appearing a different color (these factors of course remain in the non-visible spectrums, but we can measure those differences as well), it would stand to reason that if light could be sent into a black hole and then measured again either on the other side or after a complete loop that the color of the subsequently measured light would provide insight into how dimensions were different on the other side of that black hole, or if multiple holes were passed through it would provide a ...

The storm had passed, both hurricanes aboard They were not becalmed for all they had learned Each in their own place and both so adored Ne'er before had such smooth sailing been earned Imagine a first hello so perfect Evermore known as the first of its kind Their only skill to love without defect So separated what was intertwined The words taking form as flesh had been stitched The words stopping short at the gates of will For time spent together each is enriched To love and be loved their blessing until One came to separate them once again Singular match, one in(with) power of ten 

"And that's how come I think that time travel could very well be like annihilating everyone who exists here and now." I spoke somewhat mindlessly, having stayed up too late for too many nights in a row and weathering (poorly) ghost wind storms in the days before that. She stayed reclined, still bobbing her feet back and forth, dangling on the top of the couch. I could tell she was lost in thought for a moment, which was not typical for her given her processing speed, but I didn't think much of it until she suddenly locked eyes with me and said "Well, you're half right.." My mouth dropped. I knew I had heard her say those words before, but I also knew it was not in any traditional sense of hearing, and I certainly would not remember the details of when I had heard them because, at least as far as here and now were concerned, I was hearing them for the first time. From this flash of memory, almost like a dream but both more fleeting and more sure all at on...

I was just thinking about black holes and I am considering that it seems likely that once one forms, there would need to be a crystallizing effect in another set of dimensions. This crystallization would cause expansion of and in these other dimensions, allowing the matter, or likely the energy, or perhaps only the light, to escape in some way. This would be a way to explain and reestablish conservation laws overall, despite them remaining observably broken in our universe.  If the observable universe is like the surface of a ball, all matter making dents on the surface based off of their mass, then the formation of a black hole would be similar to driving a spike through said ball. I am picturing that where this analogy breaks down is that once the surface is punctured, either pieces of the nail or something not included in the analogy (because in the analogy the matter of the nail is more like the force of gravity than the matter involved) is shunted to another surface and become...