2 < 3
+ so 2, is 1
I times 3
as 2 stare at the Sun
1 light comes on
As 2 H bonds
Giving light 4 I + U
He 2 plus, MeV given off from 2
2 is love
and 1 is 2
Therefore I +U
are 2
U+Me are We
+We is always <3
<3 = 0, 2
<3 = 1
<3 = 1.(9) over U (<3 =/ 0,2,)
<3 = done doesn't add up to God)
Where U are assumed to be whole
Irrational, fractional
passionate souls
Tactical, Graphable
This 1 algebraic relationship is old
Something is absent
an X or a Y
As 2 race through tangents
Of the 2 + I
And no prodigious F
(MA) B with Me
Of course,
Because that F <3.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Challenging Interpretational Models (Survey)
The ideas that leak from the base of my pen
Have no more substance than the products of any fissure
Though they be decorated with faux intelligence and zen
They pale in both meter and measure
To the concept of now and the concepts of then
Any single thought
Put to word
Can never express
All the things
That thought
Inferred
It can never reach
Through the ocean of self
Nor ever teach
How to reach
A higher metaphysical shelf
No structure of rhyme
Or meter of time
Will ever bridge that gap
No one will ever read this map
None shall see
the place I be
For I am I
As you are you
Not for lack of try
without division
make one from two.
And no matter how divided
And forked like lightning
Mine has been decided
As my mind's mine fighting
To shine lustrously lighting
Upon souls, refining
Every possible ore
Or aura responsible for divining
My truths for
The rest but undying
Is that the veritable violet veins
of pulsing precious product, undenying
That upon climbing from the cyan cave
It will be altered in every other mind.
Though my metaphors are mine
No other idea will be in time
So as I decline into mine
I realize that no rhyme, rhythm, beat nor time
Will reflect what I have in mind
Have no more substance than the products of any fissure
Though they be decorated with faux intelligence and zen
They pale in both meter and measure
To the concept of now and the concepts of then
Any single thought
Put to word
Can never express
All the things
That thought
Inferred
It can never reach
Through the ocean of self
Nor ever teach
How to reach
A higher metaphysical shelf
No structure of rhyme
Or meter of time
Will ever bridge that gap
No one will ever read this map
None shall see
the place I be
For I am I
As you are you
Not for lack of try
without division
make one from two.
And no matter how divided
And forked like lightning
Mine has been decided
As my mind's mine fighting
To shine lustrously lighting
Upon souls, refining
Every possible ore
Or aura responsible for divining
My truths for
The rest but undying
Is that the veritable violet veins
of pulsing precious product, undenying
That upon climbing from the cyan cave
It will be altered in every other mind.
Though my metaphors are mine
No other idea will be in time
So as I decline into mine
I realize that no rhyme, rhythm, beat nor time
Will reflect what I have in mind
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