Science

Plan B

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Camino

There was no cure, no vaccine, no salvation; there had only been one backup plan, and that too had failed.The 12 safe zones; securely guarded, cleaned out, and used only for those who passed inspection, were the last and only hope for anyone lucky enough to get in. Yea, it was a good idea in the beginning, but like everything during and after "the event", it quickly fell apart. Once contact between the zones was lost, each one went dark, falling like dominoes to the very thing they tried to keep out...or so we were told. Those of us still trapped on the outside had only heard rumours through the squabble of our radios, so who knows what the truth really was. In the end, even the best laid plans fail.

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The Universe. (Done out of sheer boredom)

We are 99% genetically identical to chimpanzees
The cleverest of them can do sign language with ease
Stephen Hawking's can do quantum mechanics in his head
1% of genetic material must mean a lot, enough said

We are not special you nor me
we are made of the same elements as the heavens, don't you see
Hydrogen, Helium, Oxygen, Nitrogen and Carbon have an abundance all around
Only Helium in the human body cannot be found

We are the same as the sun and the stars
We are the same as the atmosphere on Mars
You may feel the Earth is lost in space
But what we are made of is found all over the place

You may feel lost and watch time pass by
But you can look up to all that is upon high
So next time you do stop and stare
You can say, I have a connection right there.

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Death by Spaghettification

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Like mathematical truth, certain are we

Like mathematical proof, revealed to be,

Mobius eternal, two sides into one

A single twist in time, never undone.

There and all over, all at once

Smeared and weird, as it is

Everything waves, the peaks and the troughs

Sinusoidal wheel, unpinnable floss.

But we are observing, the closeness of this

Measure with no error, the unseen with a kiss

Our detailed log of love, and of duality

Point in spacetime, wavefunctions cancel

Collapse our heart’s reality.

Like gravity and charge, another binding exists

Fieldlines and vectors, the arrowheads don’t miss

From me to you, and from you to me

Lines of infinite magnitude, for all of this be.

Bound by laws in an orbit, barycentre of black

Inside event horizon, continuation

We are riding the light, spiraling in

Until death by spaghettification.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I am a physics student, I wrote this for my fiance in his valentine card and he was really touched. I wanted to throw it out to some people to see what they think of it? Keen to hear any comments/criticisms.

The Scientist

The Scientist

As they go wandering off
Feeling a step above the rest
Thinking of how much good
Their theories and philosophies
Might do to the world
They go off inventing
Hypothesizing
And dreaming
Of how their intellect might change the world
But right they are in their thinking

They go off learning and making
Trying to place themselves as masters
Of what is already the master of them

They go off building and creating
Bringing new guns and weapons
To try to bring peace by adding more destruction

They go off thinking and yearning
Of how to save a dying world
Which they infected with their own man made disease

They go off experimenting and theorizing
Trying to define the universe
That was already defined long before their time

They go off storming and raging
About how they are right
Because the theories they made tell them so

Oh yes what wonderful things they have done
Causing the Earth to rot under the sun

Oh yes what marvelous things they have done
Spreading disease amongst everyone

Oh what amazing things they accomplish
Making the world fall for their rubbish

Author's Notes/Comments: 

©Travis Whitacre Sun 12/4/2011 10:59 PM

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An Empire of Ash

An Empire of Ash
(Within a land of Dreams)

“We are the mighty Trojans behind our wall,
watching and waiting for the day it will fall.”

Our empire is massive, an envy to the world to behold. Massive in its beauty and ugly in its strength. The men and women who build it's great army which will be remembered in history throughout the centuries are our brothers, and our sisters. They represent the foundation, the mortar to the wall. We have been taught to believe that democracy is the only and right course of action, the “moral” choice of politics, and while true for the most part, a society cannot thrive within a mob rule. To promote these values with force also as if adding salt to an already infected gash.
This is not the country I was born and raised in, twisted and corrupted I no longer recognize the land in which my forefathers had settled and established. These fields of green now elude me and the ground has become foreign. Laws written in code to fool the simple mind, absurd and yet like clock work drones upon drones of mindless sheep step in line to get their daily dose of 'bullshit'.

This world and it's inhabitants have grown strange, to me and mine. Feeling as if sanity has been lost to the madness like a disease spreading viral by glance. Backwards logic fooled by the twisting of words, snaking your perception by deceit. Slithering into the minds of those asleep or still dreaming. They will wake, staring down the barrel of chaos as their nightmares pull the trigger. Finding yourself lost within the proverbial forest. So much is wrong, in this reality. We can feel it, we can see it, and we can sense it on all levels of morality. A bad trip, a bad ego, drama within a coma.

Do I, through these eyes of perception truly see this world any differently?
That deep down I am screaming this is wrong, the whole paradigm is wrong?
When its all said and done, and I am dead. Will I be the one who looked mad?

~addendum~

“Take me to Valhalla, pin me to the world tree Yggdrasil.
So that I may understand the truth, allowing my mind to see
past the lies and deceptions, the myths and the legends.
The shadows to the sciences of the godless.
String me up next to Odin, as I witness the understanding of conscious
thought, the meaning and value behind the eyes knowledge.”

~*~

Watch as the world you knew falls to ashes, dust to an illusion so grand, so mysterious.
Like snow on a battlefield where two sides clashes, How does one understand that god is us?
We act like children who just lost their guardian, so much hate thrives in your blood, bitter to the taste
We have became blinded by our own sin, how far we have fallen from our own beautiful grace.

Walk with me, in this garden of dreams. Share with me the sent of all possibilities.
Shaping our future to change our fate, a chapter to be written by what we create.
What if it were all just a dream, that the true illusion is us just being.
On the quantum level death is but an overture, for we are all born from a star.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This has been a two day project, was hoping to have if finished last night but just couldnt stay awake. These are some of my views on current as well as past tends. My feelings towards current events, and the like.

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Doctor Montion Maynard and the Experiment

There stood Monolith,
just past Erie's Backbone and beyond;
its grip tightened upon the farmland and
drew from it curiosities and profit.
Freedom withstood
in the Flatlands at large and on,
but it was a clear threat perceived and
worried over at nearly every post.

There in high towers
made of white iron and colored glass,
a good doctor had stood and heard words
spoken by wise men with a wealth of strange ideas.
They said he was needed
in order to understand the mind of a boy,
eligible and elected for a kind of experiment;
its purpose at large left muddled to him.
Doctor Montion Maynard,
among colleagues and friends who
had recommended he, the faithful shrink,
buckled to the needs of such an endeavor.

Little time was taken
to truly get to know the captive boy,
as we all suspected he was temporary.
Such ambition often leads to unintentional harm.
But as he was devoured by the light,
we all sought to steal a glance from another,
hoping to find blame to cast or reassurance
from anyone beyond the crazed voice in our minds.
All machines then lived,
and then fell silent after belching smoke or flame.
The dripping echoed voice had ceased,
and we felt our stable grip return to us.

The room was emptied,
burned and sealed behind wide metal doors.
Smells of scorching plastics rose through halls
and forced us to evacuate entirely.
Distant, flickering cries
could be heard for many days afterwards,
and the feeling of static was always abundant
when near the place where Daniel had gone.

They spoke of the Theorized Space;
had claimed it able to be sought and found
and probed as if a place on Earth,
but with no rules and no limitations.
Most suspected Daniel dead,
but some insist on claiming grand success,
"Of course he's gone to the other side!
There wasn't a trace of him left to discover!"

The good doctor wept,
and now slumps to the floor often,
unsure of noise that wakes him in the evening;
it often drips as if submerged in the sea.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Boooooooyah.

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The Theorized Space

We gathered our intelligence and ran
with suggestion upon suggestion, turning
to the darkest depths of our collective
imagination, hoping to come upon
some other-worldly presence that
would prove beyond the shadow of doubt
the worth of us and our capabilities.

We composed a house of broad equation
that delved into sightless and soundless waves
of possibility, intangibles that become tangible,
and lucid prescience in the face of the blind.
Our experiments grew wilder with each
exhausted resource that left our disposal.
We refused the climbing unease within
that left us desperate for a result and
an answer with which to ease our pained
curiosity and our standards to which we're held.
Suddenly, as if by accident or fate itself,
we had come upon the Theorized Space,
and sought immediate access to its answers.

Within the Space we couldn't probe -
beyond man's eye the static dark
would flex and bend and wield itself
as a force of unaware allegiance
to the possible and the unknown.
And so we stood and silence fell on
every man and woman present as
the only clear course of action
became apparent to we who dreamt.

With the stature of a morgue's man carried,
we did what those of insight must:
we spread and searched and came upon
a lonesome wretch whom none would miss.
And strapped him in we did well fit
to a machine that we'd hope could stand between
the worlds of which we knew and uncovered,
ignoring his stammered cries and pleas.
His words were choked by flying volts
that found a home beneath his skin and cells,
scrambling him, his very being to
something beyond what we'd suspected.
Light devoured the room we had taken
and became something of a tomb for this
boy and his humanity, for as the bright
subsided, he had gone from us here,
and had become something far beyond
what we were able to comprehend,
or even control in the slightest sense.

We struggle to observe this young man,
this Daniel that moves between phases
and submits to nothing and no one that
could utter a word towards his understanding.
And as he prevails against reality's norms,
we'll fight to deny our hands in the matter of
such delicacy and such implications;
with which while had, could cease our endeavors
for the rest our lives.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

You are a bad, bad man Dr. Maynard.

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Atom's View

Standing atom under glass

Tasked with eyes that understand

The rationed state of things alike

That drive a man to burn alive

Created by a force of steel

Sterilized betwixt the frames

Brought to life by light and flame

Given code in lieu of name

Birthing bit of mother star

Anti-matter held by hand

Meant to alter time itself

Swell to bold our fading strand

Mankind peaks in micro scope

Evolving to the grayest sea

Departing from mortality

Denying all causality

Glowed amidst  the fading skin

Housed us once before the change

Leaving bone to feed the dogs

Chewing 'til their jaws may break

Atom sits as yet unused

Under lock and key of choice

Promising to save our lives

Yet to realize its voice

Highest bid of world at war

May condemn or grant our vice

To feed upon immobile sky

Ascending to our reasons why.

 

 

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Homage to Geneva [Book Collection]

Homage to Geneva  

 

Reformation Monument: Geneva: Switzerland: Ugonna Wachuku

 

Ugonna Wachuku 

 

(c) 1998: Ugonna Wachuku 

 

Contents: 

 

Dedication

 

Prologue

 

Escalade

 

Homage to Geneva

 

Fireworks

 

Spirit of Geneva

 

English Garden

 

River Walk

 

Alpine Garden

 

Take My Love

 

The Author 

 

Dedication: 

 

To every Genevese

and to every other

human being who,

in oneness, symbolize

that Genevan spirit

of tolerance, peace,

humanitarianism and

brotherhood of all

humankind.

 

 

Prologue  

 

"Man is born free;

and everywhere he

is in chains."

~ Jean Jacques Rousseau

 

"The desire to be as

civil as possible is

a deep motive for the

contemplative life."

~M. Scott Peck

 

In Geneva today, the human creative spirit is

not in chains. One is invited to let one's creative

essence run calmly wild for the peaceful good of all

humanity.

 

In contemplation therefore, Geneva will never cease

to awe and inspire  my deepest poetic emotion. For

me, Geneva is not just a small, global city and state.

Geneva is an emerald beauty of huge, natural, creative

inspiration so unexplainable.

 

In paying this homage to Geneva, it is my kind wish to

invoke the most subtle feeling in every human heart -

so that we can begin to see Geneva anew based on her

ancestral heritage in the reformation and humanitarianism.

 

And also in the moving spirit of her hard-won independence

clothed in that strengthening solidarity of the human spirit.

In Geneva's great name, let us continue to live with that

cherished spirit of peace warmed in the sky-blue garments

of love and solidified in the flame of human adversity

and soulful yearning for survival through this journey

called life.

 

At the very dawn of the new millennium, let us embrace

one another with that sweet fragrance of humane care

and healing oneness.

 

In Geneva's meadow gardens and green country-sides

of inspiration and peace, :- from Hermance to Dardagny;

from Veyrier to Versoix, to Plan-les-Ouates - where 

inspiring Patek Philippe have been humanely creating

worthy watches for humankind since 1839, let us, indeed,

affirm our love for one another despite our skin colour,

religious creed, social status, level of education or ethnic

origin: 


By doing so, we will surely build an enchanting world of

peace and humaneness where everyone will sit with joy

and fulfilment under his or her own Alpine tree

or palm tree.

 

Subsequently, let me specially call on all women and

men of inspiration and goodwill to join me in paying

this heart-felt homage to Geneva - with additional

inspiration and encouragement from abiding friends

such as Franck Muller: Master of Complications! 

 

Let my creative tribute to this humanely great Canton of

the Swiss, Confederation Helvetia, which I have come to

christen: Poetic Geneva, outlive the monuments of time

and stone. Let us cherish this humble homage to Geneva

now and forever!

 

Ugonna Wachuku

Wednesday 20 May, 1998

Geneva, Switzerland

 

i:

 

Escalade 

 

There is a spirit so strong

and beautiful on this land

called Geneva where the

rivers Rhone and Arve

calmly flow.

 

On a summer boatride down

the Rhone town and country,

one's joy is aroused by the

enchanting nature of Geneva's

bloom and glow.

 

Geneva is a beautiful land

beckoning to love and to

embrace with a maidens's

charm.

 

The people of Geneva are

beautiful too. It is the

people's strong spirit

that sustains the land in

beauty an peaceful

independence.

 

This strong spirit came

on firmly during that

dark night of December

11, 1602, when it seemed

the stars of hope and

light had fled from

Geneva's sky.

 

When it seemed the people

of Geneva will smile no

more in the land's beauty.

With Charles-Emmanuel -

Duke of Savoy on the brink

of conquering Geneva by

suprise, the land's peaceful

soul was shaken.

 

From the city walls at

Plainpalais to the

clinging bells of Saint

Peter's Cathedral, the

Genevese raised their

loving lanterns in

oneness.

 

Jacques Mrcier's first

shot of warning can

still be heard today,

raising that strong

spirit for the land's

fragrant, uplifting

freedom.

 

Even Francois Bousezel

who gave his life to

keep Geneva's peaceful

independence and beauty

will still be remembered

till the end of time.

 

In a spirit of oneness

and love, Geneva fought

to bring glorious light

and freedom during that

night of terror.

 

Through the years, that

sweet aroma of Mere

Royaume's pot of saving

soup can still be breathed

in soothing defence of

Geneva's independence.

 

Lady Piaget's keys

unlocked the darling

door to freedom and

joyful victory.

 

Geneva won her freedom,

her peaceful independence

when Isaac Mercier dropped

the Portcullis at the

blown-up gate of Porte

Neuve.

 

The stars smiled.

Heaven heathered.

 

The dark grey sky

bloomed into dewy

dawn on that glorious

sunday morning when

Theodore de Beze and

Simone Goulart led

Geneva in worship

and praise to God

Almighty who made

all things peaceful

and beautifully

healing.

 

Remember, there is

a strong spirit so

splendid and uplifting

on this land of heaven's

earth called Geneva where

the rivers Rhone and Arve

freshly flow with gladness.

 

There is a spirit so

strong and beautifully

inspiring on this

Genevese land called

Saint Gervais where

eighteen men lie

while the freedom

and peaceful

independence

they won live

for you and

for me till

the end of

time!

 

....... From my book: Homage to Geneva ....... 

(c) Ugonna Wachuku: May 1998 

Geneva: Switzerland 

 

Homage to Geneva 

~ Critiques/Comments ~ 

 

Serene Moment

belleloved@excite.com

  A very nice tribute to Geneva.  I've learned a lot on an historical perspective.  Great work. ^_^  

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Helen Schmidt

heljac123@aol.com

Ugonna, 

 

What a wonderful homage to a beautiful city. My husband and I have visited Geneva and found it to be a lovely, ethereal place whose citizens are friendly and welcoming.  I enjoyed the historical citations in your "Homage to Geneva."  A beautiful piece! 

 

Best regards, 

 

Helen

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2002-02-22 12:03:50 


Farah D

fiffi_d@yahoo.com

I was in Geneva last month and I can totally relate to the sentiments that you have expressed so beautifully here..Ugonna. Its a most wonderful and humane city...and you have brought that aspect of the city so well in your poem. Its as if Geneva is speaking to you and through the words of Geneva you speak to us. One of my most memorable memories of Geneva is from the air as the plane swoops in to land ..with the calmness of the lake beckoning you to come down quickly. I will surely be back again in Geneva soon and I will surely be back before that to read your wonderful words. Thank you Ugonna.

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2002-04-14 13:53:42