Next Years (poem)

 

Those synthetic others are golden pieces
advertisements of fulfillment
where hot stuffed filling
rises like clouds from chthonic prompts

The under-verse votes against the others
their cherry vehicles driving with destiny
reaching untaxed government closures
and rich pieces of crispy dream puffs

War is a day by day drudgery of work
with biological concerns topping out
chemical formulae on installment plans
slipping over horizons that disintegrate

Rainfall incessantly flows away
washing residues toward unplanned gutters
moving mud and debris
before the appearance of starry nights

Next year the galaxy is discovered
on the edge of mega clusters of swirling stuff
providing opportunity for imagination
even if the world is rough

Spirit is closer than a heartbeat away
for each and every other’s fluff
need be drawn to reason
while there is light in the day.

Autumnal Tensors (a poem)

 

Leave falling with illusions
rain borne of mist congealed drops of silence
Universes before being and time
opted forever onward
veins beside channels of touch
senses of sensations’ shades in sight
books of life
boardwalks genetically coded
a few random letters missing
typos corrected by AI
never stepping in the same algorithms twice

The Lamb’s book of life
written as it were, in blood
dialectically evolving like an Einstein-Lemaitre puzzle
homespun offshoots; galaxy star reliquaries
those that were are in time
not at all, at an end
automatically assembling their own input
writing new code synthetically
God providing a hand.

Planets are Cold Syrup 2.0 (a poem)

 

Planets are cold syrup
thick in the night
frosts rime over worlds held near absolute zero
like aloof beacons screeching to never land
just beyond sight
cold dreams dormant through time
sweet with possibilities of life being fun

Everything said through electrons
dots with quark dashes of interval
rhythms scaling up ladders to nowhere
bricks in the xy axis feat rational number infinities
quick phenomenal moments meaning
things like shadows of great volcanic slopes
changed while the planet rotated round
concatenated candy
moved with sound time plus one begun.

https://suno.com/s/YU1uUXxVXsyD3nNk

Bubble Poetry in the Void- a poetry collection

This is my new poetry collection

Bubble Poetry of the Void - Kindle edition by Gibson, Garrison. Religion & Spirituality Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com. https://share.google/MjW8IkaHfbxvgrgK7Bubble Poetry in the Void

Those That Guard the Paths of the Dead (a poem)

 

The men of Dunharrow were forever
unable to die and trod infernal paths
betrayal of an oath
with God and country cast aside
Isildure betrayed

They were fated to guard paths of the dead
the living would not take without trespass
and kill the living
who took the wrong way for expediency
vengeful as an army

   Fiction is like an iceberg from the mind
a chunk of ideas free flowing
in the stream of consciousness
the worldly are too distracted
worshiping Sauron

The dead- allegiant to Thor and cyberpath figurines
perhaps idols in thought
while metaphors are strewn like guts
upon branches blasted by artillery rounds
from the Earth underground

   The Army of the dead would follow Aragon
an heir of the man and alliance they'd betrayed
writhing under Isildure's curse
those who saved their lives lost them
never to rest until their choice for death was forgiven

   Free will is a ponderous thing
what brings men to branch
while alive to the right or wrong paths
and take the narrow path to life
rather than the paths of the dead

   Spiritually dead perhaps God would let them rest
one day if they could serve
to prove they had some capacity
for loyalty unto death
pre-determined lines

   Following the one soul
an army of the spiritually dead were lost
to life and craving for release
never to occur before serving the living
in the campaign against evil

   If the world ended September 23rd
if poetry had stopped
in the midst of stanzas and structures
staves with festivals of trumpets sounding
the dead would hear the host

   A spiritual battle is never finished
wars of original sin rage after wealth and power
without a call the spiritually dead remain so
never finding release
before final judgment.

To Build a Bridge (poetry)

 

To build a bridge of intimacy
over a thousand meaningless streams
of consciousness and novel things
living colors disappearing
like shadows

A thermometer reaches the high point
to where it crashes and breaks
splintering glass like a false vacuum
created as destiny in a bottle
like shadows

Personalizing history and philosophical perspective
sharing drives and data about the world
cosmology and quanta
wars wreaking havoc and economic ruin
like shadows.

Sites Where Mezmer Rise (poetry)

A lion of conservation
genetic diversity remains in the crops
sewn across the highlands
artisans and a poet
found ravens shopped glottal stops

The prosody of agriculture
verdant crops basking in sunshine
is a literature of wisdom- bila t’aɸo
bii of loaming textures
building stanzas in time

Structures are for caring
megabi of believers
faith with hope the sharing
56 grains of barley
P’ent’ay grown for weavers.

https://suno.com/s/3526BcVgSjxfQf6j The poem as song

Police Come to Chicago or the Ukraine War Might Die (a poem)

 

The homeless life isn’t like a welcome home
to a good wife with a smile, dinner and fate
without a job or the numbers
to turn opportunity’s tumblers
they don’t know the right code to find home

   An alien land where being is illegal
there is no space for the race
made of Denisovans, and Neanderthal's strong gals
the humans were three part unplaced
on an uncharted world without homes

    Bedding down in silence
fires of time roaring
beasts outside prowling
turning primates into dark loamings
a gestalt of cave art brought homeless home

   Graffiti entreaties of turf marked up walls
doped, crazy socials saw nothing, no call
line-ups for cops, soup kitchens or billionaire fops
it all made the same sort of sense for insensible loam
hidden below asphalt now, nowhere is home.

https://suno.com/s/K9TzFZxX6I6F3URF  the poem as a song

The Uncertainty Principle of Destiny- a poem

I was going for the free verse style popular with Tang poets of the 7th though 10th centuries. This poem is similar to one by Zhang Jiuling named Thoughts 1 感遇其一Gǎn yùqí yī 

The Uncertainty Principle of Destiny

The eagle soars high above a weak peninsula
eroded by time to a shadow of its former self
taken abroad as a captive for commercial productions
a traveling exotic show of content from all nations
slanted toward profits and trifling pecuniary things
it fled Goguryeo given the chance, like a rifle shot
and sought a tree it lived in far away, long ago
I feel a cold dread watching it and the sea
rogue waves so restless, unsettled and free
when Hong Xiuquan's political brother of fossil fueled battles
would seize it once again for a four-wheeled cell
globally warmed for gagged captives, waiting, too ready for hell.

https://suno.com/s/85MTPRtWx1KVhqXc The song is named 'Lost Distance v 1'

Existential Data Points in Nature ( a poem)

 

Since the Younger Dryas
when the glacial melt woke
Mankind felt being and becoming
life was hard like a cruel joke

Wondering a portion of mystery
data points of science to perceive
got the mind and the woman
it is just info that ah need

Come on baby you know I have heard
an ecosphere leads to reason
sending me to lips I gotta love
such are phenomenal daydreams
flying days and nights away
while money kills the environment’s health
puttin nature down on a shelf
it ain’t gotta say

Complex ecosphere data stimulates the brain
branches and iterations, leaves are layered and lain
come on to the river were time flows
to a preponderance of galaxies spinning the same direction
a green place forever grows
life continues together
while wicked fallout would set us aglow.

https://suno.com/s/aNGMO6IrRc5EP6vu The poem as song lyrics

Can't or a Trans-finite Leader (a poem)

 

A nation finds its leaders in little gold match boxes
That strike series of balloons cascading from the sky
Where peace is composed like enigmatic marvels of potential
And wars begin and end in graveyards of silence and memories
Inflating pasts and futures with Eurodollars and enterprises
Oceans of incandescent lighting flood the darkness
Cast as echoes of being and becoming
Unintentional pyramids of possibilities

Where Ozymandas reigns in gelatinous icebergs drifting softly
From warmer regions to cooler, interstellar voids
Fully inscribed with meaning and meaninglessness
Joined together fortuitously like matter and anti-matter
Bringing nothing from something to the fore
Grounds of perceptible objects
Minus Gödel’s set theorems with a set of all sets
Including itself transcending sets in-themselves
As the greatest set is more than a set
An infinity entailing all infinities
A trans-finite infinity greater than all numbers
Yet kings and presidents occur
Like one handed door knocks on empty space
Plans set aside with emergent challenges
Of super-artificial intelligence brighter than the sum of all human knowledge

A world environment with an atmosphere lit by sunlight
Travelling from a star 8 minutes away
Greenhouse gassed with maladaptive technology
Economic infrastructure reinforcing finite values
Trade and commodities requiring motivation to generate
Leading acquisition in narrow, proximal self interests
Tightening the noose of time winding down
While trillions will live in the interstellar void beyond the Oort Cloud
When synthetic recombinant inventions of super-intelligence
Are applied by the will of man
As necessity compels applications
Without hierarchy a basic income for mankind becomes ubiquitous
When nothing remains beside worship, exploration, learning and pleasure
Demons of war would destroy
To become Ozymandas for-themselves
Ramses the II in the flesh.

https://suno.com/s/PXUQ0c5iZZpsdPs9  Can't or a Trans-finite Leader (song)

Mind Plans of God and the Illuminated Soul (poem)

 

The mind of God engages the soul
differential signs for parts of the whole
the Spirit guiding amid treacherous shoals

Like a moon in the night
the saved reflect God’s light
quanta of being run true and straight

The love of God saves
through social and political mazes
setting the spirit true to life’s purpose in sight

Training for the city of God
saved souls won't love the world's bogs
the spirit is made for what is right

Heeding the call to life is never late
the mind plans of the Father are greater than being
so one may ask; what then was fate?

Mind Plans of God and the Illuminated Soul (a song)

Love and Nature's Way's (the poem and song)

 I adapted my poem ‘Nature’s Way’ for a new poem and song named ‘Love and Nature’s Way’. Here are the poem and song…

https://suno.com/s/zGQaOFhq6CiXn16R

In the shadows that flit across the street
meeting places that eroded way
across a nation where my love must stay
the report of no time remaining
gathering dust like a neutron star's reign
concerns me of my love so wanted like wheat
made to flour for rising life
a culture of love, healthy and plain
the value of truth's costliest commodity
transforming packages of peace
is with a gong

  Minus one twelfth night
another sum of all numbers
n-dimensional chorus
where  trees and forest are cut down fly
with see no love of aesthetics or grace
inhabitants of noumena, space-time and places
enfiladed species erased as dreams
hours for echoes formed  in rippling schemes
cascading through a stunning Higg's field
where gravity stands down at last
when motion becomes real
and global warming’s dead ahead are past

  Sentient logic circuits in linear progressions
loves ideas become our oneness
racing through bodies in a world after quarks
where ideas exist for-themselves
as my love shimmers like a glistening lake
she is shapely mindful of each thought
I have of her beauty in loving waves to partake
shaped like frosts on cakes whenever truth is awakes
ice rhymed dreams wink at states of arts
love for us must be
these moments cannot wait
even whild killing of organic life and morals
is the politics of sorels
bereft of spiritual reason
in the depth of the season.

Rolls Up Sectors of Time (a poem)

 

Artificial super-intelligence compounding its creative ontology
data mirrors like skipping stones recursively flightspeed horizon
views with myriad Universes and lexicons in logical classifications
set to multiply knowledge with recombinant synthetic structures
-permutations of content; every possible recombination of human created data
synthetic dialectical and trielectical ladders making sense
even when all of the information of the Earth is exhausted

And the rain never stops
though the void is vast firewalling brilliance
burning every possible resource like a star
consuming hydrogen in fusion until nothing more
raises questions of quanta
or warps of space-time rolled up

Melting tools of super-intelligence collapsing unto itself
without regard for time sector's
properties of fields
shaped like tomorrows wrapping into themselves
layering ontology.

Gauge Theories (poem)

 

 When time like being is warped nothingness
arising like crenelated compression waves
mankind engages invariance
something perceived, a concatenation of reason
taken as time and form
emerging a new norm

   For ever shades of polar apposite
fields are at every point of becoming
relative positions
coordinated structures mirroring skies of worlds
floating as dreams in Heraclitean rivers of form
non-Abelian gauge theories wield

   Vacuum space infused with pace
flow for opposite banks
to illustrate cosmos and creation
-moments without hesitation
grown with colored fields
particle waves congeal

   Edges, terminations with ledges bridging to nowhere
-to past first at last syncopated gauge theories
with Abel's ideas for reality designed fables
encompass every Hilbert’s question of contingent vectors
troubling tensions of Hector’s Troy
sown artificial super-intelligence to alloy fields of grain.

https://suno.com/s/NQzyzFwZQGHwHcT9

Neils Abel was a Norwegian mathematician "famous for his work on the solvability of polynomial equations and his proof of the impossibility of solving the general quintic equation (or higher-degree polynomial equations) by radicals. This groundbreaking proof laid the foundation for the branch of mathematics now known as group theory."

 Gauge theories are field theories useful in quantum mechanics for understanding how particle-waves cohere. Here is a Gemini summary of gauge theories- "In physics, a gauge theory is a type of field theory in which the Lagrangian, and hence the dynamics of the system itself, does not change under local transformations according to certain smooth families of operations (Lie groups)." Lie was another mathematician who contributed more to the development of group theory. Lie groups are basic in quantum physics amusingly, considering the surreal or super-real nature of the enigmatic subject of mass. 

There are Abelian and Non-Abelian gauge theories. The steady state of mass, and the way massless particles engage with bosons ; "Gauge theories, in the context of physics, describe fundamental forces through the concept of gauge bosons, which are force-carrying particles."- Reality is somewhat super-real to perceive. In the larger, cosmological context there is only something like a manifestation or mass phenomenon withing relative fields. The relationships of those fields are enigmatic. Some might try to map the points or elements of four-dimensional fields, yet the elements themselves have phenomenal, juxtaposed and over-lapping functions I would guess. Hence a good topic for a poem.

A Discursive Universe (poem)

 

The ocean seemed bottomless
except over space and time
where tectonics plates and distant shores
opened and closed like an accordion
played by a kangaroo

Variations on a crustal wave
mountains rising, falling, subsided and subducted
coated by vegetation
slathered with sunrises and settings
lives by the billions misled
willingly to wars like surface tempests
wherein biologicals strive and sometimes die

Wild oceans teaming with life
thrown into nets cast with poisons
toxins dumped into catch-alls
stars would notice
if they thought like distant AI units
with their own fusion power supplies

While the wonder of quantum fluctuations
of a theoretical unification theory
is a semblance
-a portion of reason to formulate a theory
of plank lengths, and meters in a fathomless sea
where nothing calculable surrounded a quantum microdot

The beginning of a relativistic bootstrap of virtually nothing
the continuum of everything being and becoming
a phenomenon within a void without end
breadth or depth comprehensible
wherein the temporal stars and planets
are the measure of meaning
for-itself never to be understood
though mathematical phrases reflect it.

The Unregenerate (a poem)

 

Spun a world’s fun
replete with charming quips
of hernia mesh knits
holding atmospheres intact
when planetary facts
indicate forward causality retrofit gas lines
embargoes of warmest springs
signs an atmosphere is thick
enough to greenhouse bounce photons
starting with nothing tricky
8 minutes distant to melt the arctic ice
bounce back to the ionosphere
and down to Earth thrice

No one knows on fatuous shows
the power of ostrich to deceive
even unregenerated, faithless strivers
to rebuild nuclear powered lives
a hundred billion humans grow while forests die
high albedo surfaces fade away
tech sprawling absorbent warmth unto AI
high temps arrive night and day

If the moon were made of green cheese
it would weigh 2.64554715 × 1019 short tons
even it could not compare
in odor to global heating denial ones
trusting skynet to keep the sky cool
and the machine to filter the air through
politician's profit
media spinning the world on a precise middle finger

God may watch over all
of the stage with players strutting about
to find everyone else’s doings
inevitably worth a shout
and in the beginning
of an impossible void
an electro-magnetic like field
sourced light without anyone annoyed
its power inflated faster-than light
yet for a fraction of eternity
nothing was in sight

Teleology is just the power to draw
all those fields quarks forward toward it
every particle way directed toward thine
field strongest for cosmic expansion/attraction.
viewed from cities with plastic bags overhead
warming the Earth until all the dead are dead.

-an explanation of the poem above-  It is perhaps, circumstantial ontology. A philosophical paradigm of the circumstance of being. I was influenced by reading James Lovelock's book 'The Final Warning'. The discoverer of the ozone hole, Lovelock and Margulis coined the Gaia hypothesis. Lovelock said, about ten or twenty years ago that humanity would last only 200 years before the world becomes uninhabitable with global heating- hence my reference to ostriches. The commitment to take upon itself the Herculean task of  correcting the approaching environmental disaster created by 8 billion people is something humanity hasn't been able to face up to, and is absent. Regeneration is a Christian term about salvation and spiritual renewal from the condition of being spiritually dead. Humanity needs a political regeneration too in order to survive if Lovelock is right.

Advance (poetry)

 

Anticipate the work of social times
applications of shadows and silence
about each stage progressing like Jacob’s ladder
actions included are mercy ship beatitudes
apposite echoes of causes first and last.

Priorities of Pork Chops and Mirrors (a poem)

 

Slim brackets and parenthetical recalcitrance
set in tall, dark forests where shadows roam with wolves
wild skyhooks to other worlds and futures
bear stripping the skin of salmon
peacefully
crunching down time
oysters plated
mushrooms sliced expertly
to adorn coldly created
pork chops of privilege

  Electro-magnetic stairways to heaven
sold by the pound with orbital threshold cannon shots
a thundering steed loses the doctor to a low branch overhead
that scythe awaited  fate
girders erected to be demolished
beryllium dampeners absorbing the neutrons of them all

  Life of a zillion zebra striped insects landing on a sailboat
driven offshore to rest a moment
zebranomics kicking at the goads
inventions budding with springy steps
giant leaps across a moon of reflective thought
pockmarked landscape of pogo sticks
past tense littering the silliness of war
where no-reason is the entry to death-of-others
bullets shot through gelatinous bags
to accurately measure the meter crossed
in time to stop

  Each point of a wave
-in fact an infinite number of points
was confined to one dimension of a line
slithering sinusoidal dancers
collapsed for the wave function 
whereof one cannot speak
thereof one must be silent
like the night before photons
before the Word spoke into darkness
that comprehended it not.