Complexity Poems

Some say less is really more, or is it more is really less. I believe both to be true. The future screams towards us faster every day. The pace and complexity of life quickens. Technology more pervasive. The human psyche

” If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first create the universe.” —Carl Sagan It’s all in there, waiting, just waiting in the time before time, the universe, our universe, packed unimaginably tight, indistinguishably tight,

A man’s choice for imperfect specialty Devoid a woman’s continued quest for security Likewise the two waters in diversity. He believes compromise leads to serenity To the long-haired nothing but a fallacy Then why do the waters co-exist in harmony?

I, the most perfect syllable in the world. It encapsulates me and all that is mine And all that I perceive or have perceived, All that I encountered or experienced, the Totality of my existence and its meaning To me

Will the Twenty First Century be the end for Homo Sapiens? Can human minds and psyches stand up to the speed of change being metered out? Today, we make more decisions in a day than were made one hundred years

How I chose to live my life. I’m wired at birth, my personality in place. I’m sculpted as a youth my environment had its say. The combination of both molded me as artists molds clay. With all this in place

We live in a universe of subatomic particles, the building blocks of everything else. All we can see and touch is made up of the stuff. Even in the seemingly empty void of space science tells us virtual particles pop

I watch the world go by, From my position at its periphery, I ask each day, For a sign, a message, Something to turn the senseless into the meaningful. My thoughts turn inward, My being aches with the pain of

Where do they come from? The brain is complex, of that there’s no doubt. Neurons, synapses, dendrites and axions, all woven together to make up our brain Somehow, from this complex mess we emerge, our consciousness our mind, all this

What does it look like? What does it sound like? How does it read? Is there beauty in mathematics? Are physics formulations beautiful? Is artistic beauty in all its forms discovered or created? Did Newton invent his mathematics or did

Happiness! Happiness! Oh! Happiness! Where are thou? You were with me, when I was in primary school, though I never thought much of you, You followed me to secondary school, there also I didn’t recognize you, You were a friend

our wings grow from the heart but stop on the neck suffocating us we bury the feelings deep in the arteries until the blood has no room to move we spit like the husks of seeds only words that are

My strength,my powers I can now do anything, whatever I wish I can even strive conflicting waves of life I will use my power to averse bad things My strength,my powers. I will use my powers to help others I

This is the place, a city average Where he frequents. Here lies another memory lurking on A fairy of delight, lived as a lovely lass. Now it is his place of work Where destiny brought him alike A fading odour

After a face – off you toss the coin resenting the liquid fame. Frame extracts the price of picture. Compassion for the artist was missing. I suffer in mid moon between darkness and light clarity of rags was improving. Homage

Grown older with time, Lost my childhood prime. No worry of future, No dreams of tomorrow, Still, living life at its’ best with forgetful sorrows. Being eldest of three, carried proud feeling. Still, walking in hands with my siblings, Sacrificing

Moon was wandering in the dim sunlight, Incomplete and looking for a charming Miss Right, His father sun, recollecting his own lovely days, His mother earth, still wet with his rays, Beyond the ocean an aurora appeared, Sun kissed the

Yesterday I saw a dream, That I was in the factory of chocolate and cream, I saw a number of donut shapes, And the wonderful music that I can’t tape, There were so many colourful lollipops, But the fountain of

Hours of waiting in sticky, crowded hubs Of watching my back for thieves Of trying not to float away on the seas of boredom Has finally come to this. I’m sitting, soaring, the blue sky underneath Confined to my body’s

The north wind blows cold and dreary, Shrouding trees like snow-white bridal gowns. Streams once murmuring and gurgling, Now mute in deep ice till spring’s meltdown. The night sky shimmers in the steely glints of distant stars. Below an owl

Remember me, do you ? I was your shadow, a positive one Always by your side, concerned Giving energy to your soul while my soul was draining somewhere You told me you love me And I believed you blind I

Making promises is his habit Violating is his nature Traits make one like him Why then the feelings capture. Recoiling of impatient intestines Swings of heart, jumps of spirits Chest throbbing with impatience Is the specific poser that hurts? For

We wander in this desperate land. With hopes of anticipation. You hold my hand, I hold yours. Like woven threads in wool. We are fragile leaves in an autumn tree. Ready to fall in this timeless abyss. Nature gives us

Have you ever unfolded a sweater? To rub your hand on it To sniff the lingering scent of mothballs And to touch the memories its yarn has I do, I do it often With my red sweater It has many

I never knew the meaning of Love; Until I met you my dove. The moment I saw and heard you; I feel for you. You treated me as a friend; I treated you more than a friend. Finally, the day

Two young couples getting engaged marks the planning of their dream life Marriage between the couple and their union in twilight sets the beginning of their dream Parenthood becomes the most cherished episode of their dream Stage by stage Growth

Oh my Lord Give me courage Make me strong I know the path is long ”Make me strong” Oh my Lord When i fall down Pull me up Give me light and guidance ”Make me strong” Oh Merciful Open your

My master In his tact tied Astute tricks As an alchemist Enacted Enchanting Enslaving me My master Ringed me Caged me Often fidgeted With my softness Tempted Teased me Tamed to his tunes I leapt Danced Licked his feet Let

your eyes an abridged story of the deep sea – ever silent in the deep so tumultuous, on the surface. on my arid soul-scape you just keep on bubbling and your smiles blanket my lonely shore. people always loved to

You have a beautiful smile, That is something I cannot deny. But you would run a mile, If I offered to be your guy. I guess you have a sense of humour, Or maybe that’s just a rumour. Only kidding,

2,000 AND SOMETHING YEARS LATER We still need him more than ever… Of course his wasn’t the best of times but Things just keep getting worse and now It’s here to you’re and mine… Well and I just can’t stand

Selfish night, why do you make me weep? Have you no understanding of my heart? I never wanted us to part Most greedy night, why do you take away my joy? All I ever wanted was forever, most silent night

Every time has a beginning and the laws of the universe are binding that’s why your soul grows weary, the curse, if you are not law abiding, seeing things blurry and of course, staring into the distance during that divine

Was I sane? Like poetry infiltrating, when you were eating grass? And money was walking free. The hollow eyes had the moral authority to expunge the fidelity from the book. Are the blue needles hurting you, I was asking moon?

Life, you brute, what do you get causing me pain so? What muck have I raked on you? That makes you avenge yourself on me – Oh! Please let go of me, I’ve had enough It dampens all enthusiasm, It

What happened to us when we were young When I was scared about to go to war And leave the warmth of kin and home For battlefields far flung and stain the dirt Beneath my boots with blood and gore?

I will send them down to hell, oh my oh dear that sounds so swell Burn their houses down to the ground Keep their heads under water to drown Beat them with sticks to their grave For all the pain

Black rain filtered down the cobble stone, catching the moon, almost making a white streak of what looked like paint, as it found the large grated drains As morning came, transformations of colours form, as oil slick from the Lorries,

He made me move on the rough edges to the abyss of ‘ I ’, persuasive, but strong for a thrilled journey, on the snow-clad relationship between disquieting follicles of wants. Completely alert, still drowning in fear of abstract river,

Oh! That Bose you would live by now! And teach these men, for blow they how Unto me! And hash they how my skin to pain In bleeding red not, but fluids of frame. I do shade all, give them