Monstrous faith,
Blasphemous state,
Cursed to a Lazarous fate.
Phoenix ashes tracing a Brownian route,
Genie dances with an ambient view.
Casting spells where destiny brews,
Crafting cells where reason skews.
Factual sprawls as time distorts,
Actual flaws that time contorts.
A paradox script the cosmos writes,
A Faraday cage,our fate locked tight.
In the Pocket
For years Nana begged for a holiday
But pop's only passion was Faraday
He failed to do the math
Created a psychopath
She smirked, "Give my regards to Hemingway."
(Pocket: Some surfers call this the energy zone and it can be identified as the steepest point in the wave.)
You may tell me to surrender
I dare you to try
For villainy and Supremacy
Are all the things I fly by
In order to feed my courage
I dare you to tell me not
You can put me in a faraday cage
But to burn
I will not
I see you trying to suppress
It amuses me that you can
For Men in ties are full of lies
When they are gifted the bigger end
Of the Stick
You see it as a glistening Sceptre
A permission to free all hell
But though you cry
In your burning lie
To challenge me...
I'd like to see you try.
Our ancestors… though they lived,
Their lives had a closed curtain, leading to the greatest of all mysteries:
The universe itself.
No one really saw it, and even if they did,
No one had courage to explore that sealed universe.
Yet one man, a name unknown,
Plucked up his courage to open that barrier and see through.
Though only little, only a speck,
He took out a chain… linking us to our past, and us to the future.
So, all mankind stepped forward,
Pouring their sweat to open up that curtain.
Though their names are endless, we know a few:
Those who dared to use the unlocked part of the secret,
And plunge deeper, in.
Newton, Faraday, Einstein, Rutherford, Harvey, and more…
Those whose names we celebrate.
Those who found the metabolisms of life,
The chemistry behind it, and the physics of space-time.
No one really knows how large the secret universe is.
Nor we know how much has been discovered.
The whole universe we live in… a great secret.
But I daresay that we’ve voyaged a great deal, though it does not seem so.
And that to find the meaning of a secret, is to plunge deeper still.
I know it’s shocking, and you’ll be like “Watt!?” but it’s true and i’m ex-static and you should be too. Light it sink in Faraday or two, don’t be so direct for there are alternative views. Let’s charge towards a higher current, and flow with The Field. Ohm not relatively speaking, we have to heal so wave goodbye to those conditions and give them no further energy, electrify your life transcending entropy. conduct the truth like a Tesla coil, resistance is futile, striking down from the divine- if you only knew the magnificence of 3, 6, and 9. It won’t divert, or subvert to the outskirts, the truth Herz. Once you understand the gravity of the situation you’ll transform your habituation to one of productivity, synchronicity and synergy. No re-Morse or regrets, peace be with you for infinity.
© Copyright Ash Grimshaw 2017. All Rights Reserved.
Paranoia about the end times
how can we survive Armageddon
as if you could shield
from whats coming
who knows if
who knows when
who knows
will the doomsday
preachers and preparers
rest in peace
in their shelters
or
will their
Faraday cage
protect them
from their own fear.
As I lay on my cosy bed,
a hanging moon did my curtains lit,
under my pillow sank my weary head,
and slumber weaved its sleepy knit.
The clock ticked and ticked away,
I climbed mountains and travelled like a bullet,
no laws of physics or Michael Faraday,
only in dreams can everyone shine like a starlet.
Suddenly the window lost its shine,
the clouds caged away the moonlit night,
no breeze came to play the rhyme,
my dreams were wreaked by this monstrous plight.
as my heart was pumping fast,
adrenaline but then a hand came past,
of my mother caressing my forehead and left,
the dark murky clouds away through the cleft.