Lifting the silence in which time took over and space evaporated
Sharing dimensional queries with the equations standing still
Shaping into corners of someone's life with a pencil sharpened
Charcoal smudges creating individual textures when we fall
Blowing up a bomb with a hammer to hit the nail on its way out
Replacements managing where the root of everything was deflated
Waves goodbye never listened if only but when a smile is found
A mathematical result in the theory of which Newton retired from
Spinning in all the directions when a life is startling bizarre ideas
Expectancy in paintings for a 35.400-year-old piece of memory
Art forms living in worlds of the exact thing that they are looking for
Desperation in the skies of fallen priests that vomit in the Vatican
Twisted metal erupted into a crossword of many tangled colours
A burning 500-year-old tree lived its life but was gone in a flash
Super stars caused parallel physical motion in a heart near Venus
Scorched by the sand, burnt by the sun and guided home gently
Scope in a vastness beyond recognition for any soldier sailor
Universes played in the orchestrated choirs that sing in aeons
Played upon the table of existence when the devil was dealt first
Tuning up the distance across a path of which a light can be heard
Mesmerising Heavenly blessings for a Nebulous discovered Hubble
Another place left beyond for all of everything to begin all over
E=mc2 called in for a new quota on the new speed limit in space
Relishing dreams float past for creating the imagery that burned out
Shuttling emotion overdrive if anyone knows how to play the game
And a history in the making for when there is no one left to see it
Turn another page that the last one never understood only but how
Definitive in meaning when we shall all, in the end, wonder why.
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its so good of you to write such things. you certainly have a gift.
I guess someone must onepauly and that must be me. I'm not too sure if I have a gift though. I love to write and if you call that a gift I will too.
just know it without the sentiment. ask abe Lincoln. he is their for you.
how do I ask or find him even?
he will find you. people like you are always within each other..
is he a poet also?
yes you both are he told me so.
is he a friend of yours, if so when will he be in touch?
trying to prove something has never been the way I truly am.
I have the patience for only this century.
ha! ha! ha! me too. any century.
Kevin I have no idea where you take the time from to imagine, think about, and write all this. As my son used to say: Great stuff!
it's simple my friend, I just do. you are a blessing to know my friend. thank you dearly.
Packed with thoughts in a great write - going back for another read as it needs and deserves it.
bless you, brother, I was using a variety of words which can leave the poet's minds imaginations crying out for more. thank you kindly, Michael Edwards. will leave you to it.
Yes Kevin. I always live your poem to read at last because it deserves more attention, so my ignorant little mind can take the time to understand. Or at least have a vague idea of understanding. Thanks for making me put an extra strength into learning.
It's important that we put our poetry in the strongest and most beautiful and unorthodox way which then will hopefully catch peoples eyes and attention. my work is of that form and needs a little practice to perfect and to show it to the reader so it's understandable and great. thank you for your comments and I hope you enjoy studying it more.
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