Ms Cosmic van Dust

Ms Cosmic van Dust

Reality goes beyond imagination or prose

We feel securely snug in the sunshine as the world goes

Then comes the kicker and some may need liquor

For we’ve discovered reality’s ultimate picture

Everything we are is a reflection of cosmic dust

That’s not the same as something triggering sneezes or coughs

It’s unseen until a trace is gleaned

Its message is sent thru’ mathematical means

Cosmic dust’s shy and secretive

She’s mercurial and loyal without any disguise

A smile that lights the day and night

Brimming with energy and filled with mysterious delight

Humanity’s a physical and emotional reflection

To wit, even hologram-like, making many shudder with revulsion

Anyone doubting that we’re an intelligent creation

Will find God gazing at them, at the end of a quantum equation

Backwards then Forwards

Backwards then Forwards

The appreciation of beauty increases with age

Looking back there’s wonderment

The faces loved were appreciated and desired

But now I look back and, never realized

I study the faces and form in pictures reflecting the past

A feeling of happiness flashes and I’m flushed

I remember the lips and bits designed to emote

I wish that the past could return each week for a ‘nite

It’s a curious turn that surprises

Its pictures of Dorian Grey in personal reprises

But too I know now what happened and where they went

I’m sad about those lost and others I’ll never again touch

Beauty isn’t skin deep when nights are fondly remembered

Its eternity because time disappears, lit by passion’s embers

They’re all within my personal sanctum

The past haunts and kisses, the future releases

Intangible Entanglement

Intangible Entanglement

The extent of reality stretches way beyond physicality

Philosophically we must recognize our lives objectively

Beyond tangibility and observation we can only figure rationally

The basis is logic conceptualized thru’ reason, taught by our “Man for All Seasons”

In celebration of Aristotle, my philosophical mother, dear Ayn Rand

My greatest gift instilled by my mother, to think is to stand

For this is the human bastion of defense against all

The crucible anvil, resolute before big or small

The mindset of mankind when set to default

Reflects the quixotic, romantic, laissez-faire and pedantic

We too create something out of the blue

Entangled, two hearts start singing together when love’s true

As we discover and uncover, greater becomes the unfathomable

For reality moves from me and you, thru’ to the intangible

We move from words to the language of logic

Alas, it’s a separation from math which diminishes us, it’s tragic

Excellence’s Cheerleaders

Excellence’s Cheerleaders

At the edge of excellence is a reach

There’re those across, in that rarified street

But behind are the vast, who never try to seek

It’s those in between, who’re reaching and keen

To be good is never enough, its frustration stuff

But never to try despite you is a disgraceful rough

Nothing’s easy but your passions will uplift you

It seems most folks have their passions killed, it’s true

But the fortunate have minds of tough resistance

To pursue with unrelenting insistence

These are the ones that reach and from these come excellence

But still there’re those that’ll always be striving

On reflection, is it better to be those that’ve never?

Or those who’ll strive with frustration hives?

I say again, not following your passions is a waste of life

It’s better to be behind excellence than in the stillness strife

Within A Wink

Within A Wink

Pray to be enriched by energy from The Light

The source of it all, for everything IS Light

Source of particles which are also waves

The Unknown is consciousness that allows US to wave

Conundrums and riddles the unknown laughs

Way beyond in dimensions and the multiverse

We see the traces like wetness from rain

But never see the rain except thru’ a mathematical brain

The dull and the skeptical as well as the debunker

Reason’s the earthly driver that allows us to discover

Evidence isn’t a one way trickster

It’s a dancing joker with a sidekick named Jester

Where the cards fall is chaos’ choice

It may appear to be random but, that’s a matter of nescience

We can’t see the force fields that wave and buffet us

But can calculate there’re more than four dimensions to suss

Always Risk Sublimely

Always Risk Sublimely

To look back at my past seems surreal

A picture of time that was happily mine

In the morning shine, equities divine

A curious ivory world sublime

A mix of reality, emotion and time is a brew

Kisses, chances, vipers and dalliances

Fair days, some near misses and watch your back

When it comes to high finance you’re always under attack

It’s fair to say there’s no regret

I left that place wracked not ruined

Too many I knew became guests of the State

Greed covers the gaping abyss until it’s too late

But innocence with ambition’s a pathway thru’

I’d trade nothing for the experience, my survivalist sixth sense

Yet it’s not the negatives that are felt after so long

It’s all the positives and they made it a most happy song

Disgrace’s Kiss

Disgrace’s Kiss

The great light of Decadence is convention’s fright

For merely a veneer away, it elicits guilty delight

You can’t avoid its scratch or orgasmic match

So society condemns, shuns and names it, Disgrace!

What a laugh a minute when the world’s viewed from Her arms

Perhaps it’s because of Disgrace’s seductive charms

Excitement and mystery is Disgrace’s veritable history

For nobody knows what Disgrace is, until you kiss Her

But even then don’t feel comfortable, for you may have kissed Him

Disgrace has no side until subconsciously YOU decide

That shock when psyche taps your shoulder

You’d no idea until you drank that absinthe called cider

Do you run and hide then sneak in for a confession on the early tide?

Even then, the step’s been taken and innocence has died

You walk back past the club, YOUR name’s Disgrace

Neither choice nor decision, your Identity’s given

The Constant

The Constant

Is destiny for scorn or a big yawn?

As the butterfly flutters its wings

Ramifications appear on the roundabout or swings

Uncertainty’s reality and humanity pretends

The safety barrier against this is love

It neutralizes the anxiety like peace’s dove

By chance or design there’re those burdened

Outside the warmth they’re forged into hardened

Yet, they long too to not be the unlucky few

They stare at each other with emotions

Not knowing how to jump life’s pew

For so long have they kneeled

In constant silent communion

The never ending prayer

This battered ironclad soul in faith

Mistakes maybe, but certainty is their prize

A Sublime Concoction

A Sublime Concoction

Emotion’s an evil elf that dances with destruction

Reflecting the inevitability of entropy’s reversal of all creation

Some’d say a design flaw that’s universal

But there’s a life solution, albeit an unpopular decision of will

Will you or won’t, is the other side of this equation

For you’ll be damned if you don’t, that’s reality’s vilification

The mind’s our sole pathway to being our own sublime

Reason based on logic versus emotion can seem like drinking lime

It’s all woven into politics and love, something also known as life

Jealousy and hypocrisy as well as anger and spite

Do you want to lose your nose in an irrelevant moment?

Far better to pretend you’re a nun in a convent

See, self-control’s a cagey creature that loves you

Together with your mind, it cooks a wonderful witch’s brew

Strategy and tactics wins the day, read the Great Sun Tzu

Emotions do have place but that’s complimentary to all you do

Cuckoo Clock

Cuckoo Clock

To think on this, there’s nothing more real than random

To think being the choice we’ve as individuals

To reject this, is suicide of the mind

To commit this, is denial we exist as humankind

Before we decide, we’re actually in a weird tide

We’re both at the same time decided and undecided

And then decision makes it reality

Ultimately a finite causality

Everything that exists, is a mathematical twist

The patterns followed, the very nature of existence

It’s the New Day that arrives providing again time to thrive

It’s the morning greeting or coffee steaming

D’you see the foolishness of humanity’s penchant for certainty?

It’s wrapped in how we view reality

It affects our conception of time

Oh to find the happy medium where fear becomes sublime

Once, Always a Slut!

Once, Always a Slut!

Once entangled you’re forever together

The vibrations of nostalgia thru’ music’s tether

And the faces of past loves flash by in tandem

Feelings and emotions squeeze your breath

Time remembered when I was carefree

All that was sought, a new lover each week

Down the street and into the club after the bar

‘twas never a wander too far

Every weekend was a stagger home fest

In the morning you looked around and wondered who they were

The morning light isn’t a friendly eye

It’s a bleary eyed still drunk blight

Next time round, the weekend nights

You walk by each other with a knowing look

In the semi-dark club you ignore

Pretense is you’re not a male or female slut