Gemini – Rehab’, the last verse shows a revolving door.


Siren's, demon, alluring calls
Gemini – rehab

 Gemini

Gemini’s bearing force

Dealt her life a twisting course,

Booting her South in a flick of time,

Hooking for decades, gripping, in strive.

 

But, beckoning her forth,

The Light House, at

South End, had heard her call.

 

Setting her sails to mast, and

Throwing overboard her twin’s, dark, force.

Ploughing her oars,

She, was, mightily, thanking, the Lord,

All the way, to

South End’s Esplanade,

And the Promenade.

 

Crossing ocean’s fluidity,

The, hazy sun sets, and fluxing opacity,

Resisting, the Siren’s alluring songs –

Those seducing Demon’s calls,

Sweetening, her anticipated Victory,

To end, her dreadful Odyssey.

Continue reading “Gemini – Rehab’, the last verse shows a revolving door.”

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A Parody of CERN – A Journey Beyond Perfection A Perspective of a Romantic Egoist


“Nature Loves to Hide”
(Heraclitus of Ephesus)

He told his story to a hungry crowd, who, enraptured by his soaring account of a Raven, were worshiping him like some sort of deity, beyond human adoration. And this he had recognised as a sign, obviously reaching his peak. With an air of well-merited smugness, he was thinking that his elevation was not a quantum bit below his station. And being an opportune fellow, acutely sensitive to time, and a man of action, he was thus resolving to scale yet higher summits, setting his goal beyond the perfection he ultimately sought.

He was, you see, hungrier than all his audiences combined. In fact, he was avaricious for heights. Knowing that Time had come to propel him farther on than perfection, and that Time, being Nature, was hiding in a Swiss ravine waiting for him to seek her out, expecting, as usual, to find it exactly where he had thought it when playing hide and seek with it. Continue reading “A Parody of CERN – A Journey Beyond Perfection A Perspective of a Romantic Egoist”

Swim with Me


Swim with me, the
Seething mass of time.
Swim, the ocean’s foaming steed,
Ferociously broken at peak.

Swim with me,
Dawn’s swollen curves,
Meandering in dripping dew’s
Translucent pearls.

Plunge, the pit-black of life,
The inky-blue night sky,
Mid-night
Dares not illustrate, 
Once day has fed
On honey dew and illicit roux.

Swim with me,
The bubble of extinction,
Decay’s constant creation,
Taunting death by life’s seduction.

Swim with me
Adam’s rib,
Formulating woman’s lib.
Swim, the arc of Time,
Fleshing and withering the olive branch,
Recoiling on Syria and Lebanon’s
Ebony ground.

Swim with me….

 

Great Gatsby and My Nautical Story


two piece
Pleated Nautical

THE GREAT GATSBY and my Pleated Nautical Story – I had a vivid dream, on the pleated crest of waves, in the Caspian ocean, Jay Gatsby materialised, wearing a Panama and smoking a Havana, undulating to Glen Miller’s band. He seemed, as if, he were, a capricious allusion, a dream outside a dream, a blurry, but captivating impression swinging in the misty ocean’s mass. Obscured, now and then, by his, hazy, cigar, fumes that were densely forming an evavescent fog, seemingly carrying him beyond the horizon’s edge.

Mass Depopulation = Syria


Mass depopulation = Syria

How can these raiders, these pirates, these killers just pick and choose which country, and people to destroy, displacing and vilifying them once surviving the genocide and the decimation of their nation, in which murder is justified as ‘collateral’ damage? A business term, which conducted under the pretense of defense and humanism, is being callously administered. And, those egging on their governors in the destruction of other nations and it’s people, are partaking in the crimes of racism/hatred/robbery, yet, who have the cheek to call innocent and traumatised people “terrorists”, but while or without realising that they are themselves, the terrorists, inciting the terror and affray because they love seeing the slaughter of innocent masses once breaching their borders, as theirs, of their souls’ and compassion, that have been demolished long before.

 

The Skies

 

The Vindication of Muslims – The Right Not to be Called Terrorists.


With terrorism set to explode, people need to be clear on what ‘hate’, ‘racism’ and ‘terrorism’ are, and whether the emotions fuelling ‘racism’ and ‘hate’ are actually borne out of the actions of ‘terrorism’ allegedly committed by Muslims to be factually correct in order to justify, or not, the reprehensible actions committed against them. For instance, calling Muslims ‘terrorists’ is not only defamation of character but a corruption of truth. As according to the OED, ‘terrorism’ is “the unlawful use of violence and intimidation, especially against civilians, in the pursuit of political aims”, which is also, defining the misrepresentation of a Muslim’s character and deeds which do NOT fit this misguided stereotypical social perspective in any way or form.
Continue reading “The Vindication of Muslims – The Right Not to be Called Terrorists.”

Dark Matter, Dark and Anti Energy.


Science and Tech’ – Dark Matter, Dark and Anti Energy.

                             Science and Tech’ – Dark Matter, Dark and Anti Energy.                                                                                                                              “Nature Loves to Hide”                                                                                            (Heraclitus of Ephesus)

These are truly staggering times for scientific exploration, sailing the oceans of space, with technology providing the rig and mast, powered not by the wind but the Hadron Accelerator/Collider (CERN) that’s taking the Nuclear programme’s research into unseen realms.

In search of Dark Matter, CERN has already began unlocking these invisible worlds, calling its experiments “The Hunting Season”. Continue reading “Dark Matter, Dark and Anti Energy.”