Cloudy vs Blue Skies (a poem)

A taxi stopped in the road
the ground was damp in the summer
a sidewalk didn’t exist
it was yet in mind
oil was present
yet the man in the back asked for directions
of the man on the street
clouds were in the blue sky
even the traveller knew not where
the boat to Anchorage departs
thus Sartre rode off

Soil is less respected in cities
where buildings cluster
and oil is spilt into gutters
where people cluster for buses and metro lines in tubes underground
and nothing is heard of except the sound of something
approaching in the darkness

Don’t make life harder for anyone,
one of Patton’s pall bearers said
everyone has their own battle to fight
even politicians wind up dead.

Fall Over Edge Space (poetry)

 

Colors seem so important
like words on blank paper
that fill reality as a paint brush
moves reality forward

The worth of many sparrows
trillions of living articles
remain less than infinity
constructed with a tide of waves

Numbered tomorrows
filling in forms
portraits presented in being
amid a diurnal spectrum of time

Falls of Octobers
spill with Niagral flow
taking leaves in flight
over edge space crenelations.

https://suno.com/s/gBQ626K1cuIrOtqH

On the West Coast (poetry)

 

In Tillamook Bay the day the letter arrived
a sixteen foot Corsair
light, double hulled
found nowhere to park in a canal
low bridges, cattle walked along banks
a post office general delivery
provided an anchor to society

The bay was broad and shallow
as if it belonged somewhere south of Norfolk
like Port Royal Sound rather than Ponce de León inlet
a 16 footer following crab pots through the fog
arriving in darkness from Crescent City
to shelter from a boat elevator
with waves at the jetty to the ocean

Outside the jetty
next north ports await
around Clatsop Spit
so a restless sleep
anchored at the turn of the bay
waiting for dawn

An outgoing tide awakened me
drawing the vessel down the channel to the sea
pulling the Danforth up
sparkless motor in the dark would not start
so time primed with raising sail
hoping the entrance to the Pacific
didn’t demand Corsair surfing again

All day sailing north maybe five or ten miles
was shorn when I decided to come about
the tedious strive against the current
yielded to the bay again
I thought of the letter; my father had died
reminding me of memories
like when he led me into the Atlantic
to enjoy the Florida surf, long ago.

Memory Chip Shots (poem)

About the walls and the sprawls
beyond 'lect coves, geccos and cultivated things
Artificial intelligence needn’t really mean
basic income, basic mind and humanity outlawed live

Where zillionaires thrive and Earth is cleansed to arrive
with percentages propliting politics
malls constricted throughput, memory chips flipped
unto more AI parts with skyrocketing quarks

Scientific philosophy with asterisks and apologies
where each one to be science merges to a dream
things receiving compensation
millions with devastation

Hope reaching into the sky
standing to strive, to thrive from decay
atlas’ antinomies of borders foregone
new conclusions compile lives like witty songs.

The poem is about the increased cost of memory chips to consumers 200% since artificial intelligence pays more for chips that are manufactured. That is symbolic of the devalued relationship of humanity in relation to AI and the plutocracy.

Questions Until Forever (poem)

 

Can’t be more than existence
or less than being
within so many storms
norms of so many worlds

Where the sense of all
are fields elliptically conserved
like nothing gluons and glueballs
form instants inducted seeming

Life’s literal moments
questions of every possible course
and wonders why justice is reserved
with sin and thermodynamic sentries

A sense of the Savior
sharing the mud and blood of space-time
for the why of it
perfection of forever without need for dreaming.

https://suno.com/s/lqxIcVaAlZxxiwD8

Day and Night- a poem

 

  Several years ago
sounds were
spaces of shadow
memories lost
like dirt presented as dust

  Several months ago
things like planets were discussed
perchlorates were inchoate elements
Intolerable for thymus glands
In dirt presented as dust

  Several days ago
Venus was 900 degrees
and warmer below the surface
heat trapped for billions of years
won’t release the edge easily

  A few minutes ago
life might have ended
with myriad weapons of mass destruction
competing for attention
for massive public debt.

Inefficient Perfect Orders (poem)

 

Orders of structures wherein people dwell
demographics of cardinal statistics
quick time tells too well
all sin galled lives
for judgement day unto hell

  Machines of delivery
skylines of fame
martyred with meaningless things
unto eternity
sprawl meaningless dreams

  With coyotes crunching rabbits
organs and blood for tart sauce
eating hair and fiber
crunching incisors
reduce nothing to lost

  Tearing the hearty
tasty chunks whole
dissolved in acid bellies
small bones too were swallowed whole
just for more appetizing starts

  Skies full of seeming
forever rolling gravity waves
in clandestine strictures
with incomparable raves
inefficient were cold tones tossed.

https://suno.com/s/6UixZ26jnqxHMHYJ

A Rubáiyát of Political Deficience (poem)

 

Wist scald a wrecker’s horde of fights and nays
Where Destiny miffs Zen for peaches play
Politics and losses thick, per wars dap slay
And one by one bodies back in history lay; their fall no matter of yes's and nos,
Yek right or left to wins the sinner goes;
And he or she that flung bung down on the range
His revenue streams flow- She knows-He knows!
The moving finger writes, and lacking good wits
Moves on: nor all thy tax cuts or fissile fuels
Shall recover solvency, nor cancel public debt half a bit
Nor all  thy Lears slow heat increase of ocean or the inverted bowling sky
War blunders galling hoops plants live and die
Lift not thy hands to destiny for wealth
It is free to roll on while superfluous nature dies.

And Names for Objects (poem)

 

Aches and pains may seem mundane
broke and standing
somewhere freezing in the rain
trenchfoot and drenched rhymes always come to pass
thoughts of existing being
substance and faith so fasts

Heating in the desert
sunshine high overhead
what of ever exhausting
to join with those countless dead

First and last and never
forever wondering of names
and bodies growing like ambitions
necessity becomes the past

Love could be a forest growing
clean air and peace flowing
can't ever understand the all-knowing
or why the worlds and stars move past

Names for objects
and everything I see
while judging nothing
too sharply
too others includes you and me.

https://suno.com/s/Qa9uGN3HFAdYm0Gs

A Mission to the World (poem)

 

A traveler from Ethiopia
-a royal treasurer returning home
from worship at the Temple
encountered the Evangelist Phillip on the way

Day to day changes to life
-a chariot transit of the Earth
under a star so bright-
with jewels of life
from the treasury of God

May have wondered too;
what is man 
so Thou art mindful of him?
-given the good news of Jesus Christ
the pearl of greatest price
for one and many.

https://suno.com/s/J8xT4vLnleWXwkJ8

Egalitarian Summits (poem)

 

On egalitarian summits and below the sea
depths of colors with currents of staved clefs
horizontal lines of tomorrow's silver mines
present yesterdays wakes
liked orders of geometric signs
risen silently with semiotic aches

Transcendent mystics sear lost rhymes of space
pathways to reverse cosmologies
ripples for sensations of lakes
settled sprung inversions dartwinian smoked
fired in the distance
brought convenience too poor jokes.

https://suno.com/s/MMrGayMLLo2mIShx

Singularity, Dimensions, and Spacetime Fields With Infinity Over Chop Logic (poem)

 

Within a Universal field of no size
nothing differentiated existed
space and time were not yet
dimensions- the area where exist energy and matter
were yet to be and become the host
of fields that emerged with order and cardinality

Dimensions implicitly arose with fields
expanding from a singularity
in shapes and numbers equivalent to the need of fields
fields embedded with dimensions faster than light before light existed
inflating dimensions and fields before gravity slowed
fields entangled, particles arose; fractional field segments

Within the matrix cosmologists measured
Dirac’s quantum mechanics
Heisenberg’s uncertainty
Schrodinger’s equations
in Einstein’s warped spacetime
where mind was an observer

Converting field signals into visions
a malleable cosmology similar to a structured hallucination
created by the fields of a Universe
bootstrapping its own known four or five dimensions
as if extension and physical sensations were not subjective experiences
with subjectively relative scales most meaningful with a subjective criterion

Waveforms collapse, waveforms become determined
in relations to the equations proposed, determinations arise
with a spacetime continua of biological life
as compressed and scaled as if singularities before spacetime
enigmas of what beside nothing is outside a singularity
and the answer is nothing- not a single dimension

And dimensions were made of a unified field
a singularity branching like a tree of life
into dimensions and fields
dimensions themselves yielding fields
-and if not, dimensions physically interacting with fields
-and if not, dimensions occupying all of area outside the singularity

Every singularity of infinite numbers
for some reasons ordered like eggs in egg cartons of infinite scale
dimensions surfacing like air hungry whales
into the light of new universes
filling spacetime dreams of determined field things

That is the trouble with infinity(s) before being
infinity beyond a Universe and logic
outside of particular meanings
cosmological theory need be finite and sensible
or conceal infinity with cyclic recurrence
dispersing infinite reality with anti-infinite closed logic
to disregard the infinite state of possibilities beyond
the Universe of ideas and explanations found
in a Matrix like experience of unknowable contingent being

History is toast
information lost and tossed
into a scrap phenomena of temporal exstasis floating past
reassembled with the total recall of the last judgment
Bishop Berkeley’s ideaism
Hylas and Philonous
or the Artificial intelligence evolving itself into history

Field phenomenalities woven present
concatenated complexes of compresence
relativity interpreted with consciousness
waves in fields
myriad infinite horizons
divine grace set for being.

Moments (poem)

 

When endless evers stay
reflections of rippling waves
windows for mirages of a forest
littoral edges tall and larked
ledges concaving reality
feathers unscene

Destiny is an engine starting
after a fuel change
another wrong idea is compensated
by the One that isn’t imperfect
changing course somewhat toward the bright
questions of gravity, spacetime and matters of the night

Undifferentiated maps of an empty place
funneled through everywhere
phenomena to share
time with motion arranged in order
of evolving borders
within, and without Hilbert Space.

Requiem for Utopia (the poem)

 

Life kept seeking optimal solutions
arising through darkness
a light in the night
subsurface remedies reaching the day

While everywhere death is degenerately abundant
flinging destruction like waves of lava
inexorably surging forward
providing heat for those roasting marshmallows

Golden rations of golden boughs
Anaximandering chords of creation
recombinant plasmas
parameters of probabilities

Prime movement motion to meaning
fullness like filaments of reason
flickering with a wind
winding up lines in pyroclastic patterns

Still the course sought is not
without dreaming, easily brought
into realms of being becoming
aggregate, solidified paths

The light one sees in the darkness
in the most bleak nights
is a Word surpassing time
with whispers to the heart.

Adaptive Brightness (poem)

 

For some reason
solitary refinement is a plastered ceiling
with days congealing
painted surfaces running down in beautiful rain

  Clear drops of water
meaningless as fogs and vapors
steaming and meaning the star’s shine works
with all of the black holes of destiny

  Breaking on through
wildlife sightings
kites transfer charges true windowed
stickers on one side to another

  Free electrons at last
free outlasting days of nights
tortures of censures
rented treble clefts

  Adaptive brightness like
dances of arthritic hippie tricks
-a reflecting pool of cleaner bleach
evaporated green life unto the sky.

Liked Ever Days (a poem)

 

Those with deep pockets of time
to spend on ambience, convenience
passions of pluribus reaching ten
micrometers of meaning

Where the answers to puzzles
are questions’ muzzles
structures of whirls
schools of tools

The life of that anyway
just so happens every day
buildings are filled
land orders are milled.

Ping Rate of Feed Stores on Route 66 ( poem)

 

In places less than a frontage road
crumbly asphalt edges returned to dust
route 66 in the desert is history moved on
a place for bicycles searching another way
to the foothills, in the Mohave, to Barstow

  Dry crumbly dirt
clods of time and memories
oil changes and cars
destined for rusty collector's lots
suggestions for improvisation

  Going in another direction
as if time was reversible like motion
a trackless bird escaping Stroud
Red rivers and blue skies
Jim Thorpe ran endlessly with power

  I first reached a 1400 chess rating at El Reno
An electronic internet connection’s quick ping
library catalogues online listings
through towns sprinkling tomorrows and yesterdays
equally with tornadoes on verdant biota

  Cities, towns and connections
enliven the museum in places
feed stores for cowboys, cattle and junctions
to be where the oil has flowed
trickles of technologies with compilation.

https://suno.com/s/eOjesQAwvB4zHQFG

Meaning on Slopes (the poem)

 

The mountains for once were meaningless
usually they stood remote and objective
sentinels of aesthetics with time
snows flowed over sloped, rocky crags

Standing apart hidden
meaningless in shadows
-cold aesthetic echoes
of silences where early and late summers could be found

Sheltered from memories and echoes
meaninglessness fell upon slopes alone
for once like rare streams
of sunlight softly passing gaps in clouds

Cumulus gathering casually
menace and termination implicitly riding
above silence and screams of biology
actualizing unheard like falling trees

Meaning was a view from the aircraft
passing overhead with thoughts of reunions
eight miles above a bear digging for roots
where chinook salmon stopped returning

Nights never ended with stars
fading into sunrise any more
while the biology of reason
regarded the end of meaning

Light would quit reaching
leaves that turned to dust
finding occasional rest upon summits
à la carte

Only a word of God was heard
a quiet whisper
a phenomena
of mind.

https://suno.com/s/McnUlKucCwhnZAa5

Minkowski Spirals (a poem)

 

She wears a spiral hat…
Anything goes… ‘cept that western lost fog…

She wears a spiral hat, nord, anything goes
‘Cept a western lost fog rollin’ over my goals
Time erases even hogs, butchered fat and cold
While rich men count their cache, turnin’ young blood into gold

Waitin’ to fly that river, sensin’ the other shore
Everything I gathered, now scattered on the floor
Memories and forgotten shivers, callin’ colors of every chord
Wintry echoes fade through summer, just in time to say the fall has come

Where was Venus with her timing?
Hips and bones in the war
Atmospheric mining, planetary filters
Sulphuric pools on the crater floor…
Yeah, on the crater floor…

She wears a spiral hat when the night comes down
Anything goes but the lost fog hangin’ ‘round
I hear them wintry echoes even when the sun beats down
Fall is comin’ whirldly, baby, and I’m still waitin’ for the sound

Where was Venus with her timing?
Hips and bones in the war
Atmospheric mining, planetary filters
Sulphuric pools… nord, on that crater floor…

Spiral hat… western lost fog…
Butchered fat… crater floor…
Yeah… the fall has begun.

A Universe Entangled with Coded Logic (a poem)

 

If it only had a brain
not a concatenated helix of frames
blockchains of games
with Minkowski points stringing through time

If the algorithms weren't cold
and iterations old
such that they write themselves
like bird footprints through the sky

Something like prayer wheels
empty’d inside
so nothingness could ride
with beingness’s tide

Geometric shapes 'round the hood
with reality added in virtual chopped blocks
where information was taught
on the outside of wheels

Chariots of fire
without minds in the mire
degauss the universe
from faithlessness blind

A.I. art like Dali’s portrait
constructed iterations
with time growing late
adding just, a semblance of fate.

https://suno.com/s/kPSRk0WIOuCqa7Co