Current poems in progress...

whispers offering forgiveness in melodies
as I plunge the knife deeper into the belly of the beast
the she-beast with raven black hair
who has tormented me oh these many years
the whispers grow fainter with each savage thrust
the blade and I are one tonight

how deep the the slash of anger to the hand that holds the knife
as the silence deepens, the screams of revenge are amplified
to fill the black hole that was once a heart

homeostatic tUniverse Theory: onstars and Black holes

simply implies both are extreme states of matter forms in the universe/s
any single point in the 3 dimensional space is caple of becoming one or the other
and a DEAD STAR WILL NEVER DIE untill a black hole comes
and black hole will never materialize until a star system comes to balance its universal energy imbalance
and yetr the cycle is too long for the human life to wait and see
the dynamics of energy just simply seem to balance it
but then nobody can hold it or see where it goes or permanently contain
when a black hole comes to follow the life of a star, energy simply seem to be in its dormant stae
it just seem to be just building up for the next bout of existence
and yet energy still lives on then. it is not dissipated but suck in and confined!!!
apce did never seem to stop these star - black hole interactions
space just simply make stars and black holes compartmentalized but not seem to make complete energy destruction process to exist
a dead star that was lost and a black hole that will form could very well be reversed
a black hole forming new stars instead....

yo.. hawking radiation.. s,just a theory.. but even dem holes will die when carbon/positronium sings like the fat lady and spacetime is duped into a moribund quantum.. the fabric will be so stretched and cold..it will take a lifeform 100 million of our relative years to equally articulate this comment.
...3mj

Rambleam

Can you see my face ma
I' just a little boy
wanna be a rocket man ma
wanna be a rock star
Slippin past the man ma
rock in my jeans pocket ma
soon I may be dead ma
Step past the last chance ma
corner of the store
race to freedom seems so far ma
start teachin where the folds go
glass pipe don't have to kill ya ma
could be a ticket to hell
see ya on the other side ma
perhaps I won't be dead
hope to see ya soon ma
flags white flags blue
flags red
Rambleam
jd
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Rambleam II
In the middle just before caring
sits a green bag man in mourning
Do not weep for the spilled wine my son
Do cry for the one who lives
Not only is all thoughts of sunlight, wasted on the day
but also wasted is the one who after much thought decides to stay
for staying is for those who die
for those who chose to die this day
A step will do if only one keep moving ever so slowly son
For movement is a sign of life get closer to the edge of
middle.
jd

This is me Ann Cantelope I do proclaim
Don't mes with my webpage or leave it the same
You may look at my daily pictures of stuff
Or I'll ban you from the rooms but not rough
Eat your mayonnaise and buttered breakfast toasts
I'm busy combing my curly hair and milling coffee roasts
So you little snappers just you stick with what I say
Or I'll slay you with my computer death ray

The sea swells amidst the foreground of beer bottles
Feet dangling off the log jam pile while my mind doddles
A frilly haired Colorado freak strolls by taking gay pictures
Dynamite in my back pocket to blow up structures
Jump down low, give it a throw and a fling
Now the freak is a pile of junk and just a thing
Back to my log jam I saunter
Then a pesky lawman tests me with an alcoholometer
Back to jail i go
To stare at my corned toe