Mind-o-scopic

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Could you fall in love with someone’s mind?

 

For example, now, they talk about poetry,

and they are so serious and there’s fire within their words.

Or — you are watching the stars, it’s a quiet night, he is right by your shoulder,

Almost touching.

Nano-particles barely pass through, and it’s a bit awkward,

time is moving slowly now.

And you can feel yourself getting older,

But then he speaks about time;

about waves, about particles, and how light consists of both.

And he looks up, shows you the stars,

but doesn’t compare them to your eyes,

Rather, he says: „Did you know that half of those are probably dead?“

But that doesn’t make you sad,

you start to wonder why, and how nothing is as it seems.

There’s deeper parts within, microscopic bits and pieces (so weird!),

enormous Dwarfs, holes that are maybe holes (apparently not)

And dark matter —

It has no colour, but it’s called like that because no one really get’s it (that’s sad!).

And you realize now:

This world is full of mysteries, science is amazing in many ways,

if you know who to ask, where to look something up,

Don’t get confused on the way.

There’s misinformation, not to cause trepidation, I just want to say „Look out!“,

Think, and if something seems weird — ask, don’t fret.

You’ll find someone who ponders about.

But if they say it’s only how they explain

and it can’t be any different — Hold on!

Know very well, that’s narrow — there’s no absolute!

Science is evolving, changing constantly, even Stephen Hawking

changed his mind.

And that is a sign of a true scientist — being wrong is alright!

The important thing there — is to remove the mistake, so

if it comes from you then get rid of it, too,

there is no shame in that!

 

But we wandered off topic, my question is forgotten,

So let me remind you:

When will you fall in love with someone’s mind?

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The Glass Desert by Noah Bradley.


Here is another poem from Oblivion Corpus.

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You walk about your desert
Always trying hard to avert
Afraid to stay in one place
To disrupt your wicked dance.


Refusing to completely cease
You do traverse the sill
However you leave behind
All your hopes and true mind.


The suffering is deep within
You’re not letting anyone in
To do what you long for and miss
And then say you do not wish

To let yourself off your leash.

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Mom’s dandelions.

This poem is oppening to Oblivion Corpus I wrote a while back.


We were strange dandelions
Little, yellow and extraneous
Wind blew followed by a ray of sun
So we became merged as one.

Cursed be that whiffing
Destiny’s thread is pulling
When nature goes on spree
And completely eradicates thee.

In your turmoil you’re not vain
Although in lack of that ochre mane
For I was just about to bourgeon
To me the world wasn’t a burden.

The roots interweave
From confinement no relief
Did what you thought was right
To cut down before we start

My part.

The Furnace of Joy

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I’m a blazing furnace

That chemical in mace

Which burns your groins

Holds you to your loins

Until the moist is out

And my ashes sprout

When I am well done

We clean up the fun

And start the meal over

Cause I’m a lucky clover.

 

“You truly are my favorite poet

It delights me when you’re open

Inspiration you always do share

Along with ‘her’; it seems you care.”

 

I have unveiled talents that

You didn’t know you had

Many of those are bed bound

Some of them are word sounds

For you are becoming a poet

A good one; I know that sonnet.

It’s been inside this whole time

Now you are ready to burst out

With beautiful words of joy

Go down there; be a good boy.