Future’s ensured when the memorable made.
Bonded in eternity masterpieces don’t fade.
Yet loves pass, forever to be missed.
Tomorrows will come, forever kissed.
Hearts beat to dream anew.
A renaissance begun, there I flew.
Quills soar on a canvas bright.
Hand in hand we discover flight.
She’s a cherub’s smile on a face aglow.
This lady in waiting waits no more to know.
My love of her paints a sight to gaze.
Her love of me sets my soul ablaze.
Though errors burn, wheels turn and theories churn.
Creators learn bodies yearn and lovers earn.
Perspectives meeting clarity’s found.
Illusions disappear when love’s all around.
The sun forges to sharpen our sights.
Stars observed observe our shimmering nights.
We’ll build our castle high with arches strong.
Our suppers last as the day is long.
Here the sonnet and song never ends.
Painted in today time suspends.
For the Mona Lisa you are to me.
And for you, I am your da Vinci.
Writing an end to darkness
When there’s no bright side
Un-Free Times –
When do poets sell?
When all my time’s spent writing
Or thinking I can’t
Scientific Optimism –
Nature’s law shared in
Physics and psychology
Is that all things bounce
Electrons float in endless flight.
Space’s gray, no day or night.
Infinity lurks out of sight.
Elements blend or violently clash.
Random moment’s atoms smash.
Fusion bonds fission’s ash.
Core pulls, heat spurred.
Nucleus form, orbits dared.
Love holds a time shared.
In the cosmos, human’s small,
scurrying about atop their ball.
We’ll think we’re large until our fall,
when all are blue on this little ball.
Forces of nature,
like myself, follow paths of
the least resistance.
Awaiting a shells fateful date,
eggs alone beat in wait.
When a pair scrambles to meet,
futures fertile swim to greet.
Pairs joined to each a share,
new is made over easy with care.
Hatched a recipe for pure delight,
sliding from heat, home plate’s in sight.
Yet time fragile, forking’s no joke,
bad luck befallen bound by yoke.
Getting fried never rehearsed.
And the wait answers which came first.
Time’s the space between events.
Events made from cause and effect.
Effects felt when closing space,
causing events to speed up the space.
Much like life, love and lust,
the time comes and in we’re thrust.
The future is and the past was,
effecting all, just because.
Our Wrinkle in Time
Work is what we do,
when not doing what we want.
Like death but with pay.
Time is space between.
Between matters and doesn’t.
Distance less with light.
Love is energy.
Hearts, minds and bodies unite.
A coal fired space force; I hear is in the works.
A test flight’s needed, let’s send some jerks.
It can be its creator with lil Mikey by his side.
I’ll gladly pack lunch for their long ride.
Cozy in their ark, endlessly they’ll float.
Lost in space, the pair can forever gloat.
Searching in theory for relativity,
thoughts of you expanding constantly.
Feelings’ compounding exponentially,
your smile and warmth is my felicity.
With every kiss sparking electricity,
stars align lighting our intensity.
Our formula’s blending unequivocally,
biologically chemistry’s evolutionary.
Your infinite hues color a poet’s eccentricity,
soundly proving the love of you and me.
To be oil and water is to never mix.
When hearts beat out of sync the bond never sticks.
To meld fire with ice, one’s sure to melt.
Yet when chemistry is easy positive’s surely felt.
Theologians seek the heavens,
Astronomers the stars above.
Philosophers seek the meaning of life,
Poets seek only love.
The longest day’s here.
The sun’s warm and the night short.
Cold hearts have no place.
A Bushel of Pecks
Chemistry is the
solution to inertness
Fanatical & Finesse
require zealots but not zeal
Do soul mates exist?
Do hearts and minds spark when kissed?
Yes and more when missed.
Think About It
Mind over matter
is absurd when the world’s weight
is on your shoulders.
It’s not easy street
with bumps and stops, though poets
get the write of way.
The Me’s huddled tightly with family alert.
The We’s frolicked freely enjoying dessert.
The Me’s distrustful, their interests first.
The We’s collaborative quenching their thirst.
The Me’s too aligned ruled by a book.
The We’s had comforts the Me’s came and took.
The Me’s dispersed hiding their joy.
The We’s shared all with each girl and boy.
The Me’s sought power devising the divide.
The We’s found solace in a land far and wide.
The Me’s dictate that all is for “Me”
The logic dictates all me’s become we.
A human experiment toggled with a switch,
whether on or off, both have a glitch.
All begin similar, few end the same.
Starting lines differ when power’s the game.
Whine and complain for lack of a prize,
lives do vary through different eyes.
Have or have not is how scores are kept.
The future was bought, half our world slept.
Science now smolders, art soon to follow,
morals and values are promises hollow.
Winner take all, though little to gain,
when the heat of the sun boils our brain.
With gyroscopic forces at play
Gears, levers and pulleys all have a say
I wouldn’t want it any other way
When riding my bike down to the bay
Mediocrity molds mush
Mindless masses mass
Density is when
The skull grows ever thicker
Yet hat size unchanged
I’m not a Luddite
I’m waiting for science to
Catch up to my needs