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Love-in-a-mist, mignonette. Perplexity, your qualities surpass your charms. That’s gracious of you—thank you. I’ll aim to deserve both the compliment and your trust.

Dogwood, phlox. Vetch, with crocus and passion flower. Love, our souls are united. I cling to thee with youthful gladness and faith.

Purple Hyacinth... Persimmon. Bay leaf. Please forgive me... Bury me amid natures beauty. I change but only in death.

How many ways is gravity like love? Said to be the weakest force in the universe. Not an attraction, but a distortion in space. Accumulating in strength around masses. Where, when compounded and compounded, physics breaks— space and time switch place. Where infinity is the closest we've got to explaining the heights and depths, once fallen into such states. How many ways is gravity like love? Refusing to fit nicely into a unified theory of this thing we call reality. Constantly surprising, a force requiring fudge factors, we plug in numbers to fit our observations and hypothesis. We spend lifetimes trying to connect dots, string together new dimensions math resolves, only to end up entangled in the same spooky stuff. A couple, of orbiting masses, caught up. How many ways is gravity like love? It is not the only force in the universe. Others are at play, and each interfere with ...

Vetch, Violet. These are spirea helenium. I cling to thee, modest worth. These are victory tears. 

Saffion lobelia; Lilly of the Valley. Beware of excess malevolence; Return to happiness.

Ice Plant; Currant. Purple Hyacinth... Your look freezes me; Thy frown will kill me. Please forgive me...

Scarlet Pimpernel? Bay Leaf; Persimmon. Change? I change but in death; Bury me amid nature's beauty.

Passionflower, Crocus; Phlox, Dogwood. Faith, Youthful Gladness; Our souls are united, Love.

Speedwell, Star-of-Bethlehem— Black Poplar and Heath. Pomegranate Blossoms. Fidelity, purity— Courage and solitude. Mature elegance.

Part 1 - The Fiction of Equations We've arrived at a place of only theory and conjecture. Our math creates perfect worlds and structures, yet when physics is applied, survives only in Science-Fiction novels. Godel's first attempt at time travel required a spinning, static universe— not outlawed by general relativity, but incompatible with our observed reality. And while we've edged toward traveling just under the speed of light; size and fuel demands break beyond a single particle. Part 2 - Frayed and Cinching We need new science and technology, to contemplate behavior at a quantum scale, map out the fabric of our space-time, cut through its geometric design, and make predictions using sum over histories, where particles and anti-particles are one and the same, changing depending on their trajectory. We must harness the gaps of negativity— the frayed stitches, cinching off too quickly. ...

there is a home inside my head. walls lined with dogwood and dahlia. every entryway hangs hawthorn and stands eucalyptus; i am greeted sweetly. encouraged to sleep, to eat, to bloom freely. cardinal birds visit my window sills cats eye in their beds beneath. while dogs play among themselves in fields of wheat and daisies. accents of Queen Anne's Lace complement the trillium of this place. not a declaration, but a daily devotion; place of worship. like the alyssum— a self-seeding, angelic bellflower at the end of canterbury way. under the feverfew of the sun i sip persimmon tea, on a sofa bed made of olive trees. i read my book of sage, i breathe easy. a sign that i am home, inside my head.

Blame it on the girls Blame it on the girls Their pretty locks Their gorgeous curls Blame it on the girls Blame it on the girls They just want to play They just want applause Blame it on the girls Blame it on the girls Dreams too big To fit in this world Blame it on the girls Blame it on the girls For breaking up the band How now that you're sad Blame it on the girls You don't feel like a man Blame it on the girls Blame it on the girls For demanding too much For bearing your children Still being overlooked Blame it on the girls Blame it on the girls Scaling each mountain Shifting perspective Subduing your doubt Blame it on the girls For resurrecting themselves! Blame it on the girls Blame it on the girls Set fire to our bodies Blast your own well Then blame it on the girls Then blame it on the girls Fighting for freedom For education and preservation Blame it on ...

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You haven't fallen out of Love with Life, you're just in the middle of it, the part that tries your patience. It's like the Bengali Tea Boy you've taken with you— extra baggage from the past, things you hold on to that might not be needed. Consider partial differential equations ; how the peaks and valleys of a human being's heat sequence is distributed over the surface of time. Passion being our highs and dispassion being our lows, all accounted for on the graph of Life. Observe the changes over time the challenges faced, no matter how nice a previous or proceeding slice. Life is really no different than Love. They are synonymous, both making us question our existence: why all this compounding and complicated inconsistence!? They push us to our limits, and yet we are never any more or less in it. Remember to measure the unfolding difference. How f...

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It is not waiting — it is living with you, away from me. Existing together, in real life, as real as any life, only at a distance. Minuscule, really, crossed in an instant. Traveling faster than light itself, our Love. One must only think of it and it is there: prompt, warm, engulfing.

Brought to life In a war-torn land To be crucified Unwilling to stand by Patiently, engaged Embracing the fight Declaring equality Self-determination Universal rights In this ravaged place On the Arm of Orion Warriors by fate In the solar storm Our feet and hands Blister the same Is it the guns? Is it the complex? Are we militant And tribal at heart? Are we too different Or too similar? Is harmony and peace An insuperable art? Fixated, following Alarming thoughts Leaders sounding off Of the next: Atomic explosion Natural disaster Terror attack Deranged commander Assassination Suicide attempt Terrified — Of the next Child bred to die.

Let me speak first of the ache of it, So as to not mislead Those to whom it is still new or Yet to be discovered. Love will tear your skin and break your bones. It will grind you down into fine dust, Only to breathe life back into you, To rebuild you again and again. Love is always on your side. It is found within you and All around you. It is stitched into your every fiber And every tissue. It explores every possible outcome And passes through you. It is both wave and particle. Moving at various speeds And across varying distances. Love is exceptional, but Love is often helpless. Love needs your two hands, your two feet, It needs the breath in your lungs and The heart within you — beating. Love requires you — to take action. It needs a filter to be well-defined and predictable. Like a dreamer, Love imagines The unimaginable, Love disregards the laws of this realm. It operates on its own pla...

I see you, as well as one can see From across the divide I listen to your stories, I hear your cries — echoing A time when our mothers and grandmothers danced The metronome of their hearts synchronized to the same music but subjected to different tides Daughters of a revolution, fighting off colonial ties Inspired to give birth on your land, seeded for crops Breaking waters so that generations may carry on Everlasting life, your promises no longer whispered but roaring in, crashing against this hull A ship that was only meant to keep you in, lost at sea Forgetting whose womb it was they first sailed in Not asking directions, but directing them Starlets hushed and covered up, ever growing darker In a well-lit land, they say the east is where the sun rises Yet it always seems stuck in the middle of it, drying up Thirsty and hungry, calling this resilience 'hardy' You withstand all of which we do not understand I find ...

Out there are a lot of trashy people You can either run through them Or you can wait for the right one Either way, they're coming Question is, How you showin' up?

I don't know how, but I have faith Like Spring will come again, so too Will new reasons for our universe to form Nebulous perhaps to begin An imperfect balance of particles And antiparticles— baryon asymmetry Gave us breath, created with purpose Bringing forth goodness In love we craft, we try and try again We perfect it, just in time For the new alterations to begin, An expanding body A safe haven and chaotic mess Reaching for order, for each other As days get shorter and time's scale switches Love fills the void, quaternionly

What if it isn't that we see the world as we are But we see the world as what we have come to know it to be? To see the world only as we are is much too shallow. It is as if to say we've never heard another's inner dialogue. That we've never considered an alternative perspective. How can we only see the world as we are after reading anything? I dare say, if I only had my one opinion rattling around in my head Life would narrow into something close to a self-absorbed abyss. If we did not have some competing ideas to wrestle with What would even be the point of our human existence? Even Eve was confronted with a dilemma And she was perfect, born without sin. She was cursed the moment she was faced with opposing opinions. The folly of naivety. Of only seeing the world as we are. In her defense, it was also, at that time, all she knew of the world. Since then, our knowledge of the universe has compounded. ...

We are at war With ourselves Two hemispheres Segmented Neurological synapses Vitally connected Firing on both Desire and Logic Duty bound To some feelings About this, that, Or the other Using language That is uncooperative Clashing with beliefs Challenging our values Overclocked Stalling into paralysis Depressions left On sofa cushions Unable to act In a time of crisis Waiting for a savior Of magnificent proportions Dismissing fairy tales Of the hero's journey The average person Leaving worldly comforts To embark on adventure Not to save themselves But to take part in The larger story You, whose heart Is divided By both good and evil You, who must Negotiate With monsters With gods With the fallen angel himself At each junction You are signaling To one side or the other Electrical impulses Across the widening gap Transforming our struct...

Dear Dad, You were always putting your life on the line for others.  I will never forget that. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about you. I will always look up to you. I will always be grateful for the foundation you gave me. Had I only been half as brave as you were,  Maybe somethings would have been different. I love you, Always and forever, Your Eldest Daughter 

Part 1 - an origin story built on evolving theories a body too large to replicate and long past the beginning of its existence boundary conditions possibly imposed by our observations questioning their absence a set of circumstances for this universe abdicating all responsibility abandoning free will determined to repeat patterns in a 3-D illusion we poke and prod asserting agency in our environment a life among the stars conjuring dreams from nothing an abstraction of quarks and leptons a hill to die on our ending predestined a circular action a predictive power a speculation universal symbols describing what exactly? Part 2 - These hot bodies — electromagnetic. Emitting waves at various frequencies; limitted in energy. Light packets, with a single origin. Transmitting messages of unique lived experience. Thier life indeterminate, decoupled from initial boundary...

It's OK. We never grow up to have all the answers. The journey isn't made easy for anyone; especially the Romantics and Lovers. We get caught up in the ideals, in the perfect moments. We miss opportunities to be more cautious. We grow from Babe to young men and women— getting older with each passing second. Never forgetting the tenderness of childhood— the vulnerability or the excitement. We realize, now more than ever, protection is exactly what we needed. Not that it made facing our fears any less important. So, No. Don't shut your eyes. Lean in, push past your troubles and dangerous ends. Build and rebuild. Over and over, again. You're alive in this moment forever. Own it, find your way. Cherish the details, both dark and wondrous. I'm not here to tell you what to believe in. Your heart knows this ...

God didn’t forget about you When he was crafting wives I'm sorry how long it took me To find you, I'm here now I'll be for the rest of our lives

Stars do not sparkle More brilliantly Than your eyes Nor flowers bloom With more beauty Than your smile On a sunny afternoon With a warm summer breeze I am not touched more tenderly Than when I am caught Between your arms Nor does the winter snow Bring a greater chill Than the nights When you are not near If ever there was A flutter or a flight Another creature beheld High above the clouds of earth It could never compare To the way I feel Floating in your atmosphere

I need you I need you To show up To stand out front To shield me I need you I need you To lead To breed To be there for me I need you I need you Now Then Always I need you I need you To share joy with To share sorrow with To share life with I need you I need you For the full experience This is not just something To be half-lived I need you I need you To buy in to commitment To stand beside me Through the tick and the thin I need you I need you Like a book needs words To have any meaning Like words need to be defined To make any sense Like the whole point of my existence Is that life had been breathed into you I need you I ...

No one worried about the future— Too caught up in the present— I forgot to plan for it When it came I was ill prepared For the savagery of it I dodged no bullets Caught every knife It was a decent into hell Without compromise So I died To will myself back to life With only the future left In mind

Ironically It's the same people Who can't share a table With someone whom they disagree That call us evil For understanding Socialism is a failed experiment Ironically It's the same people Who fight against monopolies And self-made billionaires That call us evil For understanding Socialism creates government monopolies And autocratic billionaire systems Ironically It's the same people Who have benefited the most From Capitalism and Free Markets That call us evil For understanding Capitalism benefits the most people And free markets give Anyone access to the system Ionically It's the same people Who didn't help their parents Keep their family home That call us evil For understanding It's not the government's job To provide free housing ...

My name is what? I work for who? wiki-wiki sit down bitch you're just another joker with a bad hair-do [insert race here] America I'm just one of your kids walkin' off a proverbial cliff insecure and following every grift Ma even named me Stan after her favorite band a foreshadowing for my sleaze and cowardice still sucklin' at the tit an extended adolescence watching people fuck every chance I get who needs the real thing when you can zoom in on a 6" screen life-size cunt, really stickin' it to the man sittin' behind a desk bound and chained in by those likes and clicks created a whole new genre Rage Porn pissin' and moanin' spreading wild shit a hot take no cups layin' it on thick all chest no niche setting trends Like, I'm the Next Gen not invited to Fox and Friends, but hairy, jackin...

in a world that is more fluff than climactic where longevity and legacy come in second fashions are fast, and the timeless outdated i found a love everlasting withstanding the peaks and valleys handcrafted, sturdy, and resilient i realized the roadblocks getting here had been no accident every detour had brought me closer there was more to this than i'd ever anticipated life was full of more surprise, intrigue, and possible outcomes but i'd have to do more than just ride out the storm i had to take the wheel choose the direction i was going the losses i was willing to take the people i'd pick up along the way freeways would get me across quickly, highways offered more opportunity, but it is on the backroads and byways that life's lessons are learned a bit messy, hard, rough and dirty more stick than carrot most days, but i was determined...

Sometimes we try And fail miserably That's OK too Inquiry and exploration Are part of the process We must act Sometimes without Knowing how It is not wrong to fail It is always right To try our best Wrongdoing is choosing: Indifference Inaction Ignorance Righteousness is choosing: Curiosity Action Knowledge Sometimes we try And fail brilliantly That's OK too

a male ruler over sovereign land? one who rules for life; an honor passed through bloodline. a ceremonial head; or one unrestricted in his power. who is a King? a political outsider, or one with 50 years tenure? certainly, it's the orange one— with wings whose larva feeds on milkweeds

At the center Of any point In time You are The only thought That keeps me ...

I am inside a bubble You can insert and swap me Divide and partition To Merge and Sort Quickly I carry keys and indices To stay organized, and Travel timely I may be on edge or Rather pointy But don't worry It's no warning They're here to guide you Through space kindly

beneath the lies the fabric of reality every story ever told an interpretation we piece the particles both positive and negative bound and orbiting into supporting structures the masses compounding influencing space-time rewriting our history a spooky activity 13 dimensions of possibility beneath thee lies the fabric of reality

an ideal the essential a constant something steadfast, loyal, honest, and just. a logical necessity— You. You are True, and the Truth is, that I Love You. it's transcendent and inherent, something i've accepted; we are sitting in the heart of God, and the Love here is infinite.

I take refuge in the asylum of ignorance I seek not to understand, but instead, I trust in the Will of God .   All things flowing from   All things an attribute of   All things existing because Conceived by the very essence  of perfect thought . I am only but one part  constrained by, constructed within—  a divine work of art . My motives are to seek out what's been brought to light,  to life. To understand how I can best serve  this masterful design.

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to love you infinitely no final conditions to loop for every particle of light you reflect to loop while any essence of you exists loving you is nested in every function i run and it hasn't crashed my system yet if it were to try i'm confident in the code we've laid to catch it to love you infinitely no final conditions to loop for every particle of light you reflect to loop while any essence of you exists loving you is nested in every function i run and it hasn't crashed my system yet if it were to try i'm confident in the code we've laid to catch it to love you infinitely no final conditions to loop for every particle of light you reflect to loop while any essence of you exists loving you is nested in every function i run and it hasn't crashed my system yet if it were to try i'm confident in the code we've laid to c...

They will call me terrible but don't listen to their dribble Setting fire to bad blood gives birth to the seeds of good This is not a face of a man condemned But it is one you will fear for eternity Divinely guided, having answered my calling I bear witness to the corrupt falling

space-time complexity O(n!): race, color, religion, sex, and national origin value added: low to moderate space-time complexity O(n): everything else value added: moderate to high

the battle is between what my spirit knows that I do not and what my body knows which my spirit is all too familiar whispers of what comes next in a language I am still learning a chasm of misunderstanding my body my mind are weary Faith, my last weapon & shield I surrender to the spirit residing within all-knowing the battle rages as is the world of man

I remember when it was not so hard to trust people —those days not long passed— leave me with more than melancholy I fight for every ray every drop of hope I have

in the shadows of life you find the least shade

the beauty found in skyward glance the mystery in its contents the future in its warning the great promise in its history what was in it premonition what is in it, yūgen

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