Sunday, November 7, 2010
Upon a short investigation of gravitational waves, a strong theory of physics, I noticed that although an estimation was made of the effects of the wave over time, no estimation was made as to the high and low points of the wave over time on an object?
My latest and greatest theory (these collapse quarterly) supposes that matter is the manifestation of a frequency on the fabric of energy space and energy time. If this is the case than our reality is like a movie whose light is energy vibrating at such a perfect frequency as to manifest visibly, audibly, etc for a brief amount of time.
This brief amount of time should be albe to be measured, where the frequency itself is responsible for the transfer of energy and uses energy, thus filling some of the void of all of the missing energy in the universe. If I, for instance, had to maintain the number 1 visibly from what is naturally 0 and this required 1 amp/second, and if I also suppose that a quantum coherent vacuum kept this energy stable so long as there was quantum energy to draw from than I would be able to measure the energy of the frequency and derive, through estimation of all reality, how much energy is being used, how much has been used, and how much is left.
Unless of course we can not surmise what quantum particles are made of, or what the lowest common denominator of energy is, as it would exist beyond a door we could open. If this is the case then our search for a theoretical constant would be over.
Short of this kind of available absolution I would still theorize that a quantum frequency and the evolution of frequency and rhythmic science as a whole can help us to better understand natural effects, energy transfer, etc where frequency is essentially the quantification of movement of time.
If a galaxy is spiraled because of the wave of gravity from a super massive black hole than can we measure the effect of the diminished gravity on things in this layer? Electrons exist in frequency bands around a nucleus and never in between, how does this governance exist in smaller levels?
Do these nuclear laws exist at the plank scale?
If it is all frequency than can it be remolded with a slight frequency change?
Every genius finds new truths in the "code" of his studies. Isn't this process the mental manifest of the frequency of those efforts? See observation effect.
Can frequency/rhythm align quantum particles? Is this more efficient than the electromagnetic force at low energy?
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
It is only through delusion that we make all things possible. If our minds are wired, and in this wiring we are must compute sum-if equations, than we must expand the sum of our input to include delusional possibilities where, because of this effect (the Heisenberg, Hawthorne, Observer Effect) the reality of our delusion can come true. (Established by quantum spin, super collapse, and quantum coherence) The Kabala’s astral plane as is described in the Zohar by Zolar would appear to be spot on (when observed). What then is the best tool for this illusion to manifest in each individual, well whatever gives you the most amount of faith (delusion).
I propose that gravity is a frequency inducing vacuum, by that I mean that its frequency of energy creates a vacuum of suck in the ether, or attraction. All things want to be with all of other things, gravity birthed time where it is a reflection of mass and time is god. Gravity is time.
Peace escapes time, allows quantum mind ability to interact with God more forcibly, more intimately, and connects us.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Thank you # 17 for your reality, your hope, and the rest you gave us to prepare for # 18 which we will surly dare. And though 6 was too much and the bottles remain uncounted I await the moment when my numbers are no more with absolution left somewhere on the floor.
An earring fell but was quickly saved and out of this moments came that saw us raw, rare, and relieved. Moments that I can remember though some I don't believe. And though intense, incensed, and immobile we saved the night with the intimacy that followed.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Long time since those grey blue eyes called me out, called me lover, called me hateful, and called me father. Too long since they caught me catching up to quick with a friend who should have never been and a dream that schemed without me to show you what I always tried to hide. Hid in rhythm, in time, usually out of line and though I am someone hard to find it is worth the journey to my mind. So come get me, read too far in, know all about me and discover yourself within. Art can’t be without me and I wouldn’t want to be without it. Painting hanging on the wall, left in verse it seems so small but put some color in those words and you can expand the canvas that you birthed. Create a remark from which to embark, even if only for an epicure etymology and the epistolary to flow, this is where you will find me, where the errands grow.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Still lost in the dark of you would know.
I moved across the world in an attempt to lose myself
So lost at the sight of everyone else.
Lose your mind and you will find me
Lose your faith and I will find you
Find a faith that we can share, a time that we may dare, and a place that could spare a little room for this otherwise obvious, not so auspicious, serendipity.
I walked into the sun in an attempt to find myself
Lost in the dark of you.
I walked across the world in an attempt to know myself
Lost in the sight of you.
You lost your mind and found me bearing a new faith for the world to share
But you refused it, refused me, and let me bleed in the sea that would never be.
Lose your mind, no tricks, just lost in the woods, broken sticks under fallen leaves in a cold rain that sings in the branches of my despair, you're lost, I am found, and all in the faith of these trees that would see me set detached but would finally let me be at peace.
I search subversily and kidnap my own mind, frozen in analysis, frozen sometimes, but you free me in distraction, give me focus in attraction, you vangaurd, you vow, you envelope too much of me. I have traveled lost in the light of tranquility, dissatisfied by the beams that would ardently attack my arced approach and as on land my laquocious propensity once again fails me while I manuever in an attempt to deny my habitual nature, find discipline, find respect, find bravery, and in the end find the me, subersively left to be.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Likes to cuddle
Loves old things
Musician/Singer – karaoke OK
Little country/Little city
Likes to banter
Likes to party
Likes to sleep in...occasionally
Takes the road less traveled
Requires more of me than I am...
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
I had the pleasure of exploring this magnificent town this week and have been left permanently imprinted by the hospitality, scale, and umami of the city. First things first, the pro.
Don’t honk, $350 fine,
Wrong tunnel, wrong way
Empire state of mind.
Harry Monk, I’ll see you soon
Ireland I’ll see you sooner!
The Marcel was swell,
Boom Boom was better
And in the spirit of it all
I built the queen a throne
From which she saved lives
One song at a time.
I rode the subway,
Too many barstools
And found home in conversation
Settled to my destination
And just as I started to learn my way around
Downtown, Midtown, Uptown
East Village, Soho, Gramercy
Central Park, Jersey, and Time Square
China Town, Little Italy, and Columbus Circle
Saw 6, saw 59, saw 5th, saw Broadway
Saw myself, saw someone else
And in the truck I left in I left different then when I came.
Not more knowledgeable, wise, or rude
But amazed that God has created such
A place for me to view. Amazed that it
Never stops no matter the mood and
Amazed that I loved it, all of it, so soon.
That being said I will be back very soon to chase down all of the things that eluded me this time around. I am in love as I prefer to be but this time it is with a city. Standing on top of the Empire State Building at 1000’ and staring at the scale of the city, Jersey, Queens, and Brooklyn is similar to standing in a corn field and staring at the stars. You feel important, insignificant, and inspired, this is what New York City did for me. The only strange thing is that all of those Yankees think they won the war. :)
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Would be to bow kindly to her next attempt;
To find infatuation hiding in its muddy water;
To move more quickly in the trust of her Father.
Oh to tread slowly against this current;
What I have done to ease this tide;
Gravity's moving, can't fight against it;
This is fate dear, and Love's every instant.
Stop trying and I will,
To build a dam, I break it;
Find me, instead, swimming to save it.
And should we put asunder those that would make it;
We would have victory in the arms of serendipity,
Let it be then till the end, that we rise against it;
Let it stand, let it stand, out of water, this instant.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
In the corrugated vein of who I'd be.
Pulse pulse to quick in the wet wind that blew,
Pulse pulse to fast for what we knew.
Music is wrong, airs to cold,
But I force these leaves to be
With the inadequate will of my infatuation
Impossible to end at my destination.
And so I jump to depart to avoid getting bored,
Or worse to avoid being boring
Looking for a new way, thinking I am safe
I dive back in, ebb and flow, into the deep end
Its cyclical like commotion, driving my damn emotion
and in the height of it, with no one else around
she lets me touch her boarding that train
this time to the end.
Monday, January 18, 2010
But never forgotten
Set to flame on a pool of desire
Created by my need to conspire
And upon fruition while blooming and birthing
I found a conclusion that left me searching.
So be my thoughts foolish, frank, or sequestered,
I remain the mute king and they the prince jester.
A meeting place does time create.
Where you evolved and I became
To finish the paths we had called the same.
Forgotten stones of the path
For which I have walked
And the taste of the air that blew.
Textures gone, the clouds away
With all those things I knew.
Just impressions now,
Stuck in stone making the path anew.
But the colors coming back round now,
Just in time for you.
Flirting, unrestricted, intentional, in jest.
Fallen, unforgivable, in kind, inside.
Forte, unpredictable, informed, in love.
Firm, unexpected, envisioned, intuitive.
Feared, unknown, impossible, in love.
Finding, uncompromising, impatient, in awe.
And all of these at once as I so often fall.
Help me lover find the way.
How long I wonder will it take,
Perhaps until I'm 108.
And speaking of desire, of love, and me
I've searched time for something used,
But in music now, and art tomorrow,
I have found something new in you.
I wait for these moments
Till moments are no more
To convince you of my intent,
The one that I adore.
In love, I surely am.
Known I am not.
So guided by nothing more than fate,
I'll love you till I'm 108.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
‘lying lost in the scent of her’.
Too many days pass between my indiscretions
And so I’m impatient at the thought of her.
I loose sleep to dancing gypsies roaming through my mind,
Beating toward my heart, me they’ve yet to find.
Violent sensations in violet all around,
The world put asunder with its disturbing sounds,
I have to save my destiny and protect the truth,
To show the world my passion and give myself some proof.
I get one ration of passion to get me through my day,
And who do I find purring but this kitty in my way.
So I deliver my misfortune in one unyielding verse,
Letting this fool guide me directly into her.
No troubles come tithing here at my door,
Instead I find my muse waiting, grrrrr, meow, roar!
Have you noticed everyone searching?
Have you noticed that it is not until a very late age or after some intense psychological/spiritual trauma that they seem to reach a peaceful plane where the mental expedition stops and all that seems important is the now. All that matters is capturing the moment, good or bad (these imaginary systems), recognizing that this is a more relaxed and enlightened life.
The problem I see, however, is not with those that are not enlightened or those that are because these by there psychological nature, dare I say universal nature, are subject to entropy and therefore are fleeting. The problem I see is with the idea of naming a state of acceptance.
When I was younger I enjoyed drama, and found peace in it. Now that I am on the backside of psychological trauma I enjoy quiet moments and find more peace in them (not to say I don’t still enjoy the occasional situation or a good ol'fashioned crush). Therefore I can only conclude that if the meaning of life is to, as I previously stated, find peace, than this is invariably what we are doing all of the time, for it is our purpose and therefore, no matter the state we seem to be in and no matter what we seem to be doing we are all seeking peace.
Unfortunately this peace for some comes from chaos and pain, for others it comes from peace and joy, but these are not right and wrong, they are nature, of which we are conscious, maintaining its perfect balance. This balance, however, is not permanent, or at least not to the extent that we can perceive it as such. It is rather a completely objective complex machine incapable of fault because it is incapable of doing.
It is held in harmony by its laws, the sciences that we manipulate are our governor, and our governing bodies, religion, law, etc are merely our best manifestations of these universal principles we do not understand. My one fear is that our collective mind may be capable of creating science but even then it is only we who would be manifesting a less eloquent system of a universe that is quite obviously eloquent.
Stop judging, stop looking or don’t…you are already doing what you are trying to figure out if you should be doing. What you lack is the courage to do without the justification of others. This is the failure of man; we are too weak for our occasional conscious and I am just the person to judge you for it as I am perhaps its biggest victim. This is why, as hero and victim, I give it to God, pray to the rising sun, and try to find myself in everyone I meet.
The thought that was here just then
As I reach out to grasp it,
It eases away from me, again
What kind it was, I’m sure to know
There’s been no time to forget
I had it here only a moment ago,
When the idea and I first met
I’ve chased it around my mind
And thought to lure it closer
But the point I had, I can not find
So now, I conjure another
And without jest
Speech so measured
Makes a patience test
With words too simple
And perfectly true
They arrive to be heard
As if they were new
Deep carved wrinkles
Defend a furrowed brow
From many thoughts
That are so often foul
Set above a gaze
With such depth
Yet, there is no sign
You have ever wept
Lost again till I see you.
No wine heals this time apart
Or the romance I am about to start.
Flowers know as I do,
Spring times coming, an intoxicating bloom,
Seductive to the morning tune
Of waffles, red wine, skittles and you.
A mystery conceals me from myself,
This boy carrying this boring man
Looking for the boy that once held the plan
And what do I find standing in my place
But a kitty purring and scratching at my face.
Well kitty come roll in the fight I am,
And roll until I am a man,
Roll until spring is done,
The blooms all gone with the setting sun.
And to Orion that would judge my fate
Stop and be gone, you’ll have to wait,
Clouds roll in and conceal my intent
Hide it from everyone, hide it within.
Looking for a reason and knowing what’s to come,
I roll in the purity of this spring time fun.
And shield me from your purity.
Shut down that smile and force me to shadow.
I know what you feel,
And though I can’t think it out loud,
I can know it, in quiet, in my shadow.
My proper propensity is failing,
And in its place I may only know fear.
Fear of losing this, fear of never knowing your feeling to its end.
And though I know and I the same
All I can give you are my eyes, absent and blue,
For my soul is what you feel and it fails to soon.
And if I begged I would beg for this,
A universe that grants me bliss,
But not in spirit, thought, or psyche,
But that my soul would know redemption,
And even stand as manifest of your salvation.
But only for a moment in your gaze and at your smiles mercy
Could I receive such a gift, but would it know me?
Can I know it if not but something more than this feeling I feel now.
What tease is this that scorns at me,
What wantonness is this if not a bullying child?
Taking my mind and twisting it,
Taking my soul and bearing it, forcing it away.
For who am I but man, and you, if not my only.
This then, my destiny, to dream of such things
For me to know, you to not, and the world to see me
As a stolen soul, left in shadow, without the courage
To say anything.
But I will not cry, I will not fight, I will not growl.
Rather, like the defeated, the lost, and the meek,
I will reflect on you, I will reflect on the status of my being,
And in the end, when the feeling passes, all I will have is this.
She began unbuttoning her blouse and I rushed to her top to stop her. "Let me now", I whispered, begging that she let me be the laborer as I had to remain in control for I was afraid I might rape her. I moved my lips across her legs feeling the texture of her soul and so when I moved across her skirt I did so gracefully, reciting Dante in my mind remembering the detachment and might, forcing myself to focus harder on these moments, even daring myself to be perfect. I was in the moment and out again, never consumed, but ever aware. So as my hands found themselves on her so I was reminded that she was alive and sober. I started again with those buttons, each a tiny battle in this war, and finally I their victor, emperor of this cream torso. Her skirt was zippered and I had to touch her to release it, feeling too much, forgetting to breath, and shaking like a boy 'on that night'. Finally the passion overwhelmed me and I, staring at this nudity, smelling its serenity, and having tasted the sweat of lust, removed myself from her, having done nothing to upset or invade her, and finally leaving having only undressed her.
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