Poetry: Ego in the Stars (2017)

I decided I would post some of my poetry on my website, also found on Deviantart. 

            This one follows a somewhat abstract exploration of the strange nature of reality.

 

We specks of the universe,

With our superposition of choices,

Shall find peace with the quantum-verse within.

The limitation is staggering,

As are the possibilities.

Forever free, forever trapped.

We specks of the universe,

Carry boundless worlds within,

Imposing upon the boundless worlds without.

Impossibly big, impossibly small.

 

Contradictions abound,

Horrors to be found.

Paradoxes aplenty,

Perhaps one too many.

 

For what laws carry infinity?

Can math explain creativity?

How can terrors be here?

And wonders be there?

 

We specks of the universe,

With our desire for supreme control,  

Shan’t contain the quantum anarchy.

For freedom is a semblance,

For astral flow requires law.

Forever free, forever trapped.

We specks of the universe,

Must trust the unfathomable depths, 

Must embrace the great black hole.

Impossibly big, impossibly small.

 

Fundamental whys that cannot be resolved,

Fundamental hows that are easily solved.

Enlightened arrogance may be the only solution.

To all this mind-bending confusion.          

 

For what is the science of meaning?

Can formulas account for reasoning?

How can terrors be here?

And wonders be there?

 

We specks of the universe,

With our ceaseless quest for knowledge,

Must base our foundations upon sifting sand.

To overcome the frightening inevitable,

Our minds must inherit the stars

Forever free, forever trapped.

We specks of the universe,

Will overcome the logics of reality

Will find rule in infinity.

Impossibly big, impossibly small.

 

Our egos hover among the stars.

 

Poetry: Tick Tock (2017)

I decided I would post some of my poetry on my website, also found on Deviantart. 

            This one sheds a light-hearted, rhyming focus on the natural anxiety brought on by the passage of time. Enjoy!

 

 

Time ticks on, fluent as a song.

Endlessly long.

Hopelessly strong.

 

The Soul of Stress,

The Maker of a Mess,

Why time moves along is anybody’s guess.

 

The impenetrable ticks, make me sick.

This all-consuming clock, just won’t stop.

 

Time ticks on, fluent as a song.

Endlessly long.

Hopelessly strong.

 

Time’s such a scare, 

For time doesn’t care.

Hate to be a downer, but time is so unfair.

 

Now I’m getting quite mad,

Even a little sad.

For this all-consuming clock, simply can’t stop.

 

Time ticks on, fluent as a song.

Endlessly long.

Hopelessly strong.

 

Poetry: The Glass Box (2017)

         I decided I would post some of my poetry on my website, also found on Deviantart. 

            This one is a bit dark and dramatic, perhaps overly so, you'll have to forgive the seriousness, I'm usually optimistic. I decided to explore the emotional state of feeling 'trapped', essentially.

 

 

It’s the killer of my dreams. The essence of my destruction.

Invisible and insidious, it cannot, it will not be destroyed.

A trap that cannot be solved. A system of spiraling destruction.

Endless. Inhuman. Eternal.

 

I see the energy, I see the joy, I see the dream.

But these walls will not shatter.

For these walls are not real.  

 

My dreams are boundless. My passion infinite.

Creative and Courageous, I cannot, I will not be destroyed.

An impossible dream that must be fulfilled. Unyielding passion with no direction.

Endless. Inhuman. Eternal. 

 

I feel the lies, I feel the shame, I feel the doubt.

But my enemy is the truth.

For the truth hides a thousand lies.

 

Strength turned to weakness.

Hope filled with despair.

Joy into tension.

Love into hate. 

 

The Glass Box has won.

 

But so have I.