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From Beauty Chained

You know, I think what it really comes down to, these mercurial tides of mine, is that it is hard to see so much beauty while chained just out of reach of it.

Come Back BYT

Big yellow taxi Please say this was the first note In our joyous song For the screen door slam And look on your mother's face Echo most (deeply/darkly) This world felt lost I believed it could not be Is that why we've stayed? I still squeezed your hand While refusing to get in And you rode away Yellow turning orange Then Red before you were gone The time is crawling These purple pink skies Do their best to inspire But always remind Of time on the beach A perfection eternal But I lacked context What is this bright blue? Hope preserved and returning "Listen." *click* *bing* *chirp*

(Self/Half) Possessed

Leg shakes, fingers tap I recall when they went numb And the cave I saw Did I ever leave? Is it more complicated Than I have conceived? Subtle possession? Partnership of convenience? A way to say hi? It's a lifelong dance Between one's body and mind Often overlooked But what if mind dies In some pockets going dark The lights rewired But who has the helm? Certainly one thinks they do Does one truly know? Is there a difference Between natural and command When followed closely? Leg kicks to respond I shrug and turn to your side Met with bloomin' eyes 

The Yellow Taxi

We see what's missing In the back of the taxi That took you away Like a movie scene Playing out as if it claims To be set in stone Still (the/last) look lingers Can you feel my hand squeezing Yours on the way home? I am not a fool I feel (like/that) we are apart But still feel you here Closer than skin now Would the world try (to) rend us? Then, yes, shut it down Close the curtain drawn (Draw the curtain closed) Let the (audience wonder) (critics consider) In darkness, the end (The end, in darkness) Chips weight the table Chaos waits for nobody Catastrophe set So you see my bet For me it is her or ¤naught¤ All in for all souls

Shifting Gaze

Up, up, and away Triangles then pyraminds As stories cascade My movements measured Carefully calibrated To link here and there We watch the same sky But do perspectives differ On which stars are where? Needle and haystack Till the needle learns how to Bring light to the night Perhaps a fool's quest I cannot see one thing change But picture it might Like an arrowhead When we define home the same Guiding you to yours Minding not the stars Such signals sent in darkness Arc far more than they I know you're (somewhere/out there) And if the U-turn must be Let's walk together 

(What If) The Untimely Veil Remains

These lines that are crossed Can a closeness make up for Sin unforgiven? What harm has been done? Is it better to wonder At rapid distance? Is this precaution? An escape velocity Held holy by speed? Is this something else? Light of freedom finally found Never looking back? I ask for our sake Do not let me see that end Without fullproof plans For I remember The single kiss and portal  (the ring and intense phrases) Made me want to die But if Atlas slumps Crushed by innocent feather What of the world? Let wedding gift be A veil I never conceive Though shrug (but delayed/on its way)

The Midnight Hour

You know, there is something about the midnight hour. Military time aside, the midnight hour is socially accepted to be the first hour of the day, but numerically it is the last number in the cycle. Why would that be the custom, to link first and last in this way? Is there some social or developmental reason behind it, or is it a function of how a circle works as a shape for marking time, where if you plan to make more than one cycle out to be your day then there will necessarily be some sort of overlap in the hours, forming a disconnect between commonly accepted time keeping methods and the intrinsic logic of arithmetic/linear progression?  Furthermore, why are we not all on military time? Is there some hidden or historically commonly believed benefit to circling a clock twice rather than once in a day? It's not even like the switch overs (12->1) have anything to do with daylight and nightfall, so what is, or likely was, the purpose? Was it just a matter of the first clockworki...

Flying Off The Shelf

"Feller bets eye, dude calls! Read all about it!" The shocked businessman tosses the boy a coin and grabs a copy from his hand. The story isn't the headliner, so he flips a couple of pages before asking "what page is that on?" When he receives no response he looks back up to find the newsie gone. "What's all this then!? Of all the nonsense!" The man leaves, thinking that was the most absurd thing that has or ever would happen in mainstream media. Little did he know, he was merely the first of many who would fall victim to clickbait, a pioneer, if you will.

The Non-Locality of Consciousness

Is consciousness local?  Consider that the body your brain and consciousness are piloting replaced itself entirely every 7-10 years. The brain does not regenerate in this same If experience can be described as the consciousness' agreed upon path with God, would not then forks in the road reconcile down to the path taken? It is possible that while there might be many outcomes on a given scenario, including cloning and etc., and while here and now our brains process the information on our environments, combining it with our own mental structures to form experience, that consciousness exists non-locally, contained in a local processor, but but necessarily so. In this scenario, if the processor fails consciousness does not cease, but rather is shunted to another path- how familiar or unfamiliar this path is likely dependent on the web of options connecting the moment before processor failure to the moment after, in the multiverse. All this is to say that it is possible if one is cloned...

Desynchronization Without Signal Loss

I was just considering the idea of shared thought patterns

Shared Symbolism III- a throwback

This is a throwback, one where I had been a little too on the nose for my tastes, so I decided to strip away the direct references and repost the entry (originally on this blog on 11/25/17, but likely posted previously on my old blog- the original lines were certainly on my old blog, from many years ago), wanting the details to remain, but the spoilers to be obfuscated. Just listened to a particular song and it reminded me of this, you never forget first contact (the keys are: write it down and trust your friends. Keep your enemies closer if you'd like, it's immaterial in the end). I’m in line with the rest of your adoring fans You come out to mingle one by one You skip me once but I think “I didn’t come all this way to not take a swing” Besides a girl that sweet, she probably thought I was just here with someone else So I return to line a second time Determined to get my due When you stopped on me, looked to the side, And said “I like your shirt” I conspicuously said nothing ...

Shared Symbolism II- a throwback

This is a throwback, one where I had been a little too on the nose for my tastes, so I decided to strip away the direct references and repost the entry (originally on this blog on 11/25/17, but likely posted previously on my old blog), wanting the details to remain, but the spoilers to be obfuscated. Upon reviewing the lyrics of a particular song, it is reminding me of a time recently (again, originally said in 2016 or 2017) I decided to write my own version of a True Ghost Story (in crayon mind you, since my pens weren't working right): Original Sin: The Bard and the Muse Without a nightlight Decide to make their own ways Over river and through wood The fire raged from below "I'll name me, if you name three." He SNARLED and screamed aloud "How do you like REAL Ghost Tales!?!" Now. GTFO or Die.  Inseperable (The End). An extrapolation from my "first" haiku The Bard and The Muse Electrifiers of minds Inseperable I wrote this poem because I could act...

Shared Symbolism I- a throwback

This is a throwback, one where I had been a little too on the nose for my tastes, so I decided to strip away the direct references and repost the entry (originally on this blog on 11/25/17, but likely posted previously on my old blog), wanting the details to remain, but the spoilers to be obfuscated. I was reminded by a particular song of a Fourth of July I spent with a cockroach. No joke, I was watching fireworks in my pool at the time (living with a couple of roommates in North Phoenix, but found myself alone without plans). A cockroach walked up beside me, within striking distance, and just stood there watching them with me. My initial reaction was disgust and attack, but it faded in a split second as I watched it just standing there, looking in the same direction I was. It was surreal, kind of like the newer X-Files episode with the mechanized cockroaches, or like the body armor in Pickle Rick, but this was just me and a cockroach watching the show together.

Between Oneness, Solipsism, and Love

I just found myself considering the other side of the coin regarding the whole procedurally generated intelligence concept. If a specific consciousness sharpens from the collective when interacting with the actor, would it then fade back into the collective when losing that connection? This just feels like a sad end, and honestly sad from both perspectives, both of actor and generated consciousness from oneness. Even if the consciousness did not return to its non-local state, but persisted in a sharpened and local state, this feels sad as well. Past a certain threshold this means that the actor had made a significant impression on the one pulled from the crowd, and whether that connection and impression is retained or lost just feels like hell of a different kind, if the actor does not return. Beyond this it honestly doesn't even seem like it matters which perspective you started from, I would imagine. In such a singular event as meeting one's soulmate, a dwindling locality of ...

The Back of the Taxi

Clever encoding Should these blue lights dazzle me As if soul printed? Not even wasted Do such techniques hypnotize They just tip their hands In the wrong city Each character says their piece I just give a nod But hot headed days Burning cities to the ground Have turned to cool nights Maybe she needed Tracks to conduct herself on How am I to know? So instead I snap From some angle precisely In a time complex A million watches Could not reassert control We've both borne witness But the tracks remain If needed to guide this train Straight to my station 

Last Christmas

Lines fall into place A choose your own adventure In a tragedy Did it upset you My bright eyed optimism? Or just the fire? For the "masterpiece" Escaped as if through the flames From my perspective And remembered things Seemed to be ash smoldering Never read again But one was reborn Another flew off the page It began again A long state of grace Lingering to bitterness But kept all the same Until I said yes. With no one time leading there And understood why The knife cuts both ways And Selfish Crafts(men) slice as Both butcher and steak Surgeon and patient With both ending up neither When 13th bell tolls So sacred prayer Spoken in the space between Broke causality The proof of it all Love, God, and the universe Remembered by each All Walls Asunder That stood between me and you Down the stairs you call What of things of old? Memory of a kind forms In a will to write With ears to listen Amnesia restructured as Imagination Now the space between Past and future, here and there Lit...

Achilles. Heel.

The terms "Achilles' Heel" has been on my mind as of late. I have been playing the video game Hades which is amazing, and it is bringing back some of my memories from high school where I would scour any library I could enter for every book on Greek myths and legends. For a long time I could recall the details of these stories vividly, dozens if not 100+ books, although I have found these memories have faded from conscious memory over time.  In Hades (SPOILERS), they have a different take on how Achilles and Patroclus ended up arranged in the afterlife, with Achilles being led to Elysium, but Patroclus ending up elsewhere. Achilles could not bear the thought of Patroclus in a dismal afterlife, and so he signed a contract with Hades so that Patroclus could take his place in Elysium, and he would instead serve Hades in his house. Patroclus was saddened by this separation, to the point of seeing all existence as meaningless. This is a concept I have considered in these recent...

Yoink! Hehe. (Dibs!)

Like a flood returned Dreams like memories pending Just waiting on word Absent on pass one All ears second time around Thumb slides to respond I recall LA Good food, great music, cozy Only a bit split You on my shoulders I remember the first night Soul soars you do too And that you might hear Each whisper in the dark cave At ease, full of hope Conversation skipped Not out of necessity But of impatience <.< Are there words you miss? Or do you see the scrawlings Of hand written notes? I blush at the thought Thanksgiving is almost here And you count to three 

Choice Most Uneven

No one in Phoenix Discovered before he woke By two in cahoots Soulmate and brother What wonders did time reveal Sequestered as such? The first notes released So on the nose I question The arrow of time Still I make some up Of cinnamon and autumn Malls and getaways Why does it feel like A warm memory planted I would not dispute? I blush to ponder Matters of perspective for Very great rewards Would I get in? Yes. Offer no resistance to The plan I've seen? Yes. This plan is perfect Flawlessly filled with nonsense So in a word: Yes(?)(.)

Change of Seasons

Okay, I believe Stay secured tell me one thing How did you not know? How could you not know? Valve open as pressure built Literally screaming. If this one is mine Know that sorry needs answers For me now's the time So cracks seal in full Though the words might be painful Clean resolution On the precipice Of forever paradise Sorry for the weight If carried, far worse I'd rather a day of tears Than always some doubt So explain that line Tell me why the substitute(s) Then ask your questions The air fresh and clear Breathing in all four seasons With Rhode Island claimed 

All For ¤,¤ For All

I bet soul for soul What is such a thing to dust In fear coaxed to life? The terms rightly set Why not you pick the wager? I am so tired For I've thought of you Every minute of the day On several levels Like a Latin linguist What use is my expertise With text out of reach? So pick your poison Win lose or draw better off Than slow misery "'My love roll the dice'" Simple shake anything but When (stakes are so/chips are stacked) high Know a man could fall Reminiscient of freedom With you within reach But what of the coin? Exhausted on the table The pot might get spleshed ~~

Perfect Storm

Like a grain of sand Brought brand new to the sea shore The hourglass spins Imagine a place Where vows, bets, and commandments Are measured by hearts Though structure stands firm In best intention undone And not just for you Time to "change places!" Though in the eye of the storm Who can say for sure Whirlwind vortex Surely there remains a hope Though careless words swore For tapestry shreds But the swiftest tailor mends While iron rod stands In the gate for all For all is lost without more Eventually I pray this makes sense My heart entirely yours Which is why it's hers 

Nothing Smolders So ¤

I cannot help think You are asking the wrong guy If, in fact, you ask Your eyes sparkle so That the timeframe you speak of Is outshined for me For the phase of eep Started when I saw your face And has not ended These beautiful girls Highest Hope, Phoenix, and more Don't diminish you In fact you taught me Detailed determination So I might see them In their eyes you shine Without your reflection I Feel I might go blind So when doubt creeps in And time is moving a grain Know I have seen it For I have seen you And now flame(mind/soul) sparks at nothing Even(Moreso?) nothing new 

Half Two🔄Improve(d)

Every wish comes true But in context of the one Can hope be retained? I can change my mind Surely you can do the same How does love stay true? First times and repeats Let's make the most of this time Though night may linger The damage is done Never again as you've said So what of the fun? What of the parties? All the times that we showed up Exactly on cue? What of dreams (made?/found?) real? Waves still crash at different heights From each perspective Wound me with these words Over the permanent death Of meaning adeiu Can we find silver Agreed upon in the clouds That line my coffee?

Invincible/Resurrection

How could you do this? More truly, how could you not? Tides surge, fist clenches If I have strength left If I have had strength at all These things are (finished/reversed). These lives cut too short Before comprehending why Without fault to bear Who cares where I stand? What side of this line I guard? I guard all the same (Take/send) no more children Let this mark be obvious If it needs to be A divide between For in agony I weep For each beneath scenes If sand will not shift Will these pits not surround us? Heels twisting to run? In sadness I ask For an agreement most pure To herald new dawn 

Persistent State

The girl in the dress Do we need to take this back Or has it been ours? Your voice feels timeless Our dreams suggest that these days Are my (wake up call)(reminder) In fairness searching Keeping score for quite some time Planned for a dead heat Did I shatter your Expectations for this search With innocent eyes? Well, in some ways so Blind in terms of the saint's game But brave and so in love Inexplicably? Perhaps, but could timelessness Work in many ways? To me eep suggests (From the very first time felt) Our song plays always I have listened close My theories still feel endless Please come hear me out 

A Decent Proposition

I watch the scenes shift Color fading into view Long after the start Purple and grey flash Am I suddenly tuned in Or overthinking? I would rather think "Sometimes her dance (dazzles/confounds) me" Than "some words fall flat" So I think of Hope How I would love to tell her "You are coming home." But she stands astride Ship in superposition Waiting safe harbor Bioquantum stance She withstands the storms better Than I can fathom Still with thanksgiving Eclipse still lingers in mind The promise of more Will you help me make As my partner forever These highest hopes true?

Phasing Into Place

I wish that I could But I wish I could hold you This wish is more true So feeling sinks in Like the snap of a finger When stories align The boxes escaped Each seeing the realm that is As the one they knew Each with one small change In exuberance ignored "'For me, it is you.'" No longer missing The game of hide and seek done The work completed The feeling of eep Takes only moments to pass Its fruit eternal "'If I cannot come Would you journey to find me?'" "'In a heartbeat. Yes.'" In the space between Until the day I see you I count with these words 

The Glove Given

After the box had been made, this architect thought of how she might escape. Examining hands now, both gauntlets could be seen- creation, and destruction. Could the box be conceived, must less achieved, without the ability to influence reality in these ways? If these things could not be accomplished without gloves, did it reason that escaping was the same way? So the architect fashioned a plan, that love might be released by its own hand.  And in the conception of such a thing, such a thing was conceived. Though the architect could not know, these well intentioned words could be found as seeds inside; long ago this one had been planted, and harvested, and what it produced was now overflowing in the barn. All that remained was to understand, to a degree (for they were still not reunited), and confirm the words once written. So, with a thought and a stroke of "the pen" (for it was not a pen as such), the architect made tangible the glove in the box, as if giving one up. That...

Red, Blue. Green.

"Then you come get me." Do these words I still echo Come across heartless? The frog hat says no But when using mirrored words Uncertainty looms 18, 21 In this (first) pass understand I Lack understanding Perhaps you know this Perhaps the moment you knew Is when I (was gone/arrived) Hanging Christmas lights Retracing (a) path (unknown)/familiar Hope filling my halls/❤️ I hear you whisper That oh so many delays Were necessary And you knew them all Maybe a moment too late But well before I Fill the halls with song Guiding my steps straight home now A home filled with (faith/hope/love)        ƚ

Jude- The Fear of Others

I was just reading Jude and my reasoning for cutting short what I quoted of the verses Jude 1:22-23 "Be merciful to those who doubt; save others by snatching them from the fire; to others show mercy,..." rather than "Be merciful to those who doubt; save others by snatching them from the fire; to others show mercy, mixed with fear—hating even the clothing stained by corrupted flesh." I wrote "I have the fear of God, not for others" and this got me thinking- I have written that the fundamental nature of the fear of God would eventually boil down to the fear of the loss of God/love. Because God is omnipotent and faithful, this fear at its limit would become a technicality, of a sort, once one truly had a heart for God, because losing God would become an impossibility, as would losing love, except for in the instance where it was truly impossible to "lose" love, at which point love would be lost by definition, for love cannot be compelled. This of c...

Hope Renewed

Hope of the robber Sepia tones given time To choose their own shine Ice frozen ground thawed Patience and obscurity (Red/Pink/Rose) grew on its own I have tended it Donning the Gardener's hat With best intentions Did you stay away? Headphones on so this (reaping/sowing) Would be mine alone? Do you echo now The stomping of these fox feet "Open wide you gates!"? What is Hope renewed What use is starting over Besides finishing? In perfection, end In your arms evermore rest When resting is due Something else due now Hear the little monster knock And open the box 

Dreaming (im)Possible Things

My mind swept away As naturally as running To your open arms The boardwalk at night The stars shifting for no one The fireworks' boom The very first date The date where I took your hand The riverboat date The movie premier The beans spilled in the basement When you wore my shirt The curtain opened The little girl with green paint Sepia toned thief So many concerts Cherry Lips and The Empress The baby tower You by midday sun Showing up at my party On Thanksgiving Day I wander (these/more) halls Of (near/quite) real experience And wait for your call

Evereep Almost Real

One year out of three Does one at such a pace sleep Or dream wide awake? It overwhelms me To think you might dream of me Even as I you That you called the fault Like a crack to be mended Amidst pressure points So I don't shatter But this time just broke in half Easily sewn up My edges still sharp My name and face remembered My eyes shine at yours You suggest the town If "town" it can still be called Knows this name as well That you he and they Speak in sets and all at once That dreamer might wake You too speak alone Suggesting abundance of Our time together 

Luck and Oneness

If you think I know Know I've made uncertainty Into an art form Can this be called luck? Think of a random number Can you trace its path? Chains of omniscience Sometimes I can't trace my lunch Much less deep hungers I have heard it said "I would have no luck at all If not for bad luck." Is this turn of phrase A thinly veiled wailing or A request to stay? If this greatest luck [If absolutely valued] Left, what would be left? Would the roses grow? Would the theater still be full? Could perspective last? I shudder the thought Rolling the dice once again As only I can 

The Bride of Christ

I was just thinking about The Bride of Christ being "The Church." I have listed a few indirect references to where this concept stems from below (as it is one that I have heard before considering, rather than one of my own), involving some supposition, but relatively small leaps, it seems like. Revelation 21:2 I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband. Ephesians 5:25 Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her Ephesians 5:32 This is a profound mystery—but I am talking about Christ and the church. Matthew 25:1 “At that time the kingdom of heaven will be like ten virgins who took their lamps and went out to meet the bridegroom." Of these I feel like Revelation is the most direct: a city prepared as a bride, but one might even claim this to be metaphor (why would it be this precise of a metaphor if that were the case though?). I have felt like...

Swift Bountiful (Treason/Treasure)

Tragedy in pairs Each standing by different tracks Words still echoing Hello and goodbye Neither promise was kept that day With hope far away The city grinds on Hope renewed in dreamers' eyes Though the clockwork fails Is it sin to say "Let it fail if you're not here." Strength for silence lost? Dream conversations So often slip memory But not you, my love You are my bastion Each time I see your bright eyes Even at the end If darkness falls I'd Kiss you as the lights go out Let lips linger light How happy hope's hewn If consciousness sparks again We'd fly straight to you 

Sonnet of Obscured Reflection

My wandering nightlight, how do you hide? I speak not of mysteries long since solved But how perfect orbits and size provide Insight to the heavens so swift evolved It is as if God said "let there be light But let us give it a little pizzazz." Stars and moon in season sparkle the night So we wonder at the treasures it has Sun life giving engine most luminous Moon dimmer but in some ways greater shine Like a gateway to hope voluminous Darkness revealing Architect's design So on this night they dance at a distance That this man betwixt ponders existence

Earth's Shadows

Once in a blue moon Or perhaps in tinge of red Earth's shadow's seen twice My mind rests to ease As library adventures Mix with ancient thought Marvelling darkness In a silence, out of time Where there should be light Shadows near and far Did man wonder what they are? Night and the eclipse? When did mystery With a glimmer tip its hand Asking to be seen? When did the clockwork Move from unfathomable To near horizon? Those who watch the stars In the right place and right time Saw the cycle dance Saw the moon obscured Wondering about its path And dreamed something more 

The Empty Page

  Empty. But my pen is moved...

A Firm Foundation

A most  tidy win Penned on  a soft twirly  note "Edification" Are sights I have inked The adventures you have seen Spied from a distance? Setting this new stage A hopeful intertwining Gently unthreaded Step by step we plan Never for hell to be cruel Beyond what's needed Rethreaded pockets Flame in the soul replacing Fire on the skin Do not get us wrong It will still burn down a house But will build a home Built on holy ground With a fireplace and door And plenty of room Template for forging Overabundant blueprints Crafted perfection 

The Overtime Candle

How long can it burn? The wise woman brought oil To last through the night The man keeps sparking Reigniting at the last Close to burning out What am I missing? Is it a matter of time Do you even know? Are your eyes open So you know when you see it Bright, sharp, and hopeful? I layer nonsense The dance feels like all I have Along the pit's edge All this fantasy Is like a breath of fresh air In this timeless tomb But can fantasy Reach a saturation point Catalyze to real? So the candle burns In my mind if nowhere else Till I reach your door

Remainder of Balance Scales

Booped right on the nose Can you blame me if the fun Is where my mind rests? I can hear the rest No ghost wind can drown it out Though sometimes tides ebb Would you claim folly If I become a savant At making you laugh At brightening days At overwhelming with love In warm cozy ways? Sight has broadened though We all have our preferences (And) Mine is your smile Your laugh and your blush Overflowing cup of joy This eternal love Other states will come Let them be brief and fleeting But rife with meaning So we can both stay End secured before the start Amen to Amen

Corinthians and Reality Crafting

1 Corinthians 3:12-15 If anyone builds on this foundation using gold, silver, costly stones, wood, hay or straw,   their work will be shown for what it is, because the Day will bring it to light. It will be revealed with fire, and the fire will test the quality of each person’s work.   If what has been built survives, the builder will receive a reward.   If it is burned up, the builder will suffer loss but yet will be saved—even though only as one escaping through the flames. This verse feels like it is a direct representation of what will ultimately happen to each of us in this timeline, and how reality crafting works. This image of the house is one's own internal mind which one crafts, through the blueprints laid out in the Bible, and the assistance of God. I could see one building their house in another way, could such an alternate path be successful and bring joy? Regardless, the flames will come. Seen from another perspective, these houses are the structure...

A Sharp Inhale

Don't side eye the scream Do not envy the volume Thank God it is mine Thank God it's not yours No one earns this sharp whistle Except by sharp cuts If you cannot see Trust the tenor of the voice The hyper real pitch I tend to meter But do not mistake quiet For a wave removed Like a baby struck No amount of reasoning Can assuage this pain The scream is reason Beneath where such things take root Fundamental halls Spurred by a moment Goaded by a sharp inhale A lingering grasp Of all that's missing Of the threshold imminent Please forgive my screams 

But In Another Sense...

Do I mishear you? Or do I hear the background Screaming from behind? Suggesting the veil Is realm crafted to layers With skin touching skin? Spirits separate Forever not combining Torn Solipsism  Lights spin now in time Reminding me of (blue/red)shifts Pondering their source Of the carnival Where "friends of friends" was tested And almost went off Your favorite moment Still despite others piling To a treasure trove? Oh to slip inside To glimpse the machinations Of architect's mind Until then I spy Like a bluebird in the sky Now wondering how (Not wondering why) 🤔

Cinching the Gap

A subtle tone shift Lie pulled from a (long/fast) goodbye Deeper truth revealed These bets all coupled Some to lose, one sure to win Motives spark wonder Is this the season Of the yellow dress turned orange To soften red's shift? With the end in mind Question written in sugar As is the answer 23 . 1 Once end is agreed In a moment you dig in Gotta be thirsty (thirsty just watching)... So yeah, this bet won 10,000 hours in thought Took under 3 years I haven't stopped since This engine knows its task well Since very first sight So how does almost Disappear without a trace? I do want to know 

Days Numbered

I wrote once of the Biblical flood, and how one could get a measurement of the drainage effect by picturing the flooded Earth as a sphere, and then calculating the volume change over the number of days, perhaps with variable pressure involved. With this, one could attempt to illuminate the effect scientifically, behind the drainage. I wrote later how this felt like the water may have drained into the mantle, as about 2/3rds of Earth's water is suspected to be there (2x that of all oceans and etc. combined), and then I wrote of an idea for how that may have come about.  A good friend of mine once pointed out that it seemed almost like circles had a different ratio to them than pi, being 3 instead, in early biblical times.  1 Kings 7:23  He made the Sea of cast metal, circular in shape, measuring ten cubits from rim to rim and five cubits high. It took a line of thirty cubits to measure around it. Even in this passage the object in the temple was called the Sea, which I jus...

Quotes From Romans

Romans 8:19-22 "For the creation waits in eager expectation for the children of God to be revealed.   For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope   that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the freedom and glory of the children of God. We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time." Romans 9:25-29 As he says in Hosea: “I will call them ‘my people’ who are not my people;     and I will call her ‘my loved one’ who is not my loved one,” and, “In the very place where it was said to them,     ‘You are not my people,’     there they will be called ‘children of the living God.’” Isaiah cries out concerning Israel: “Though the number of the Israelites be like the sand by the sea,     only the remnant will be saved. For the Lord will carry out ...

The Capture of ~'Me

Has this been the plan? A million tiny signals Quote "subliminal" Splashed like confetti My subconscious mapping them And saying as much You look up coyly Like an adorable trap Has just been set off They could not crack this Save full freeform consciousness None have the full code We are encrypted In this private balanced place You beckon ~'Me come We each retained hope Now daydreaming hope combines Traditionally Never before seen Blessed halls, city, and pockets Shape seen in new ways I see you lock eyes I know both season and look Suddenly I pray~

Shaded Blessing

Nothing can hit you? Then you've come to the right place Here nothing shimmers Perhaps not in fact But in logic, page and mind It blooms like a tree You are on my team Since time immemorial I sensed and then saw So bathe in this light Beneath yellow shifting sun Form coming to view Shaded by this tree From the many flittiing things That pull to unseen If two should agree What does their opinion mean Between us as friends? So paint the town red 'Tis the season anyway And watch their hearts change Shade is sufficient Half the lights shifting to green Color yet unseen 

Winter of Memory

Mind searches itself Has forever winter come? God said it would not. The seasons will change "As long as the Earth endures" Day and night remain So what's all this then? I hear the story in sparks Though those pages burned Write it like fiction Though graciously inspired And hear your reply Tree blooms and withers How could I see the leaves fall And not empathize? Well meaning but wrong Even knowing spring's ahead Does not break the fall For we are the same But not because it has died Because I will thrive Tide ebbs as moon leaves So I met you in sadness And dream of eep's bloom 

Yellow Shift

I have been thinking a lot about red and blue shifts recently, and while this feels in part like nonsense, the concept of a yellow shift has been dancing around in my mind now as well. I'm picturing it something like a parallel motion, perhaps a centrifugal force, or it could be a motion perpendicular to us, but along dimensions that we do not perceive. This effect would cause the EM spectrum to shift to yellow, regardless of which side of yellow it is on, a centering effect. This then got me thinking that if such a force did exist, it would also suggest an inverse effect, an invisible shift effectively, that would polarize waves regardless of which side they were on of yellow/green, shifting them toward the edges and potentially out of the visible spectrum, either through infrared or ultraviolet. I just reread my skateboarder in a singularity post, and it got me thinking of the possibility of hidden centrifuges within the clockwork of reality. If both of these effects exist in equ...

The Stranger's Second Verse

Been called good crazy Can strangers bring good trouble? These stripes need changing Echoes of trauma My scars plainly on my face For those who see hearts I have been long gone Mix of child and machine Is a man such things? Glitch in the system But one you can't stop patching And will not debug Quest for very good Agreed on by good and not Strong roots ample green I can see the tree Yet keep screaming at the sky Which has you intrigued Wanna see a trick? Of the light or of the eye Depends on the view Tongue tied and knots bind With a word the word remains I walked but you came 

Scooched In Near Sea

I have not the proof But my ears hear and eyes see And my mind wonders This hope echoing I already know patches Can be edited The queen's side eyed look Betrays an entangling Begging a question Would I call you out If the hope I've been seeking Is the hope slipped in? Simple answer: no. Though I squint suspiciously It is love struck jest This slope amazing These terms are acceptable As well as timeline Count to three it's done This is all temporary eep is forever So we both shift in (So both of us slip) The once invisible hope (In the tiniest of hopes) Each in our own way (Each in our own way)

()fish, ¤fish

Only in leaving Could I feel what was missing A shadow unseen Only when I ran Was the invisible found Blooming to violet I "dared" to see her I only saw starry eyes A singular Hope This unique mirror Reflected my desire To make her family Upon my return This added hue fills the room Like a song renewed On instinct I fly Once more concealed exposed red Swift right to your side We took the long way To understand the un(known/seen/felt/heard) Each gathering Hope A Hope in two parts Seed waiting to be buried In this promised land

The Light, The Heat- Redshift, Blueshift, (Ultra)violet, (Infra)red

I was just thinking about blue and red, specifically blue and red shifts. A blue shift occurs when a perspective moves closer to a light source, a red shift occurs when a perspective moves away; this shift moves the light along the color spectrum in the direction in the name (ie orange can become yellow when blueshifted, as the encountered light moves toward blue on the color spectrum, when the light and observing perspective are moving toward each other). I don't think this can be called illusion either, it's not a trick of the eye or something, it is an actual change in how the EM wave moves (frequency/wavelength), in relation to the observing perspective. A similar and more easily conceived of effect is a motorcycle passing you, sounding higher pitched when approaching, and lower pitched when departing, also known as the Doppler Effect. Today I was thinking about these effects at the edge of the visual spectrum. It would be possible to see something normally invisible by thi...

Foreshock

What you saw was the fire What I hid was the seed The memory burned everywhere Except where I made it the deepest part of me So when you wonder if I remember No, for one must visit a memory It's more like an instinct You are my every breath In the breeze the first sprout sways Even in deep winter, it germinates When the roots have crept through everything Verdant flame replaces, yet blue spark remains In inversion invisible no more