Almond Croissants To Colliding Particles Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Almond Croissants To Colliding Particles



Reflections
of what slicing
nuts discloses…
An affect of thinly
layering apart of essence
and of oil; that Frankincense
and Myrrh moment of thinking
forward after the body is made
un-whole, the body made un-whole
and placed into that hole; in which the
flesh decomposes from simply losing its soul…
And, as we further slice and dice and study
decomposing bodies; I ask, what is it we
are attaching to the life force that is the
soul? For the truth and realization is
empirical, is quasi scientific, as by
measurements with instruments
we prove, that previous to expiration
there is a measured charge which is quickly
dissipated away from the body upon the
slowed ending of one's final breath…
No doubts befall the most sullen minded
slightly less than ignorant miscreants, who
dubiously deny this; who diss the instance of
this, who curse the summation of a human being
incomplete without this, so much or less, then we
are in body very much truly, "dust in the wind"…
Then again, what is it that we expect from slicing
almond nuts? In similarity to, say having an M.R.I.
expressively the magnetic imaging of our physical structure
a most straight forward technology, exciting the unseen
magnetically inclined essence of our physical and
perchance, technically tweaking, the essence of
the force within US that is life…
Life force within US; an air force, a firing source
the ignition spark which keeps US breathing? And
truly there is an imaging technology which shows
US our aura; Kirlian photography glances at that
particular glow of US, the part of US, so many
feel in US; yet for the most part this is
ignored by US, continuously…
Slicing almonds, not much of a
cause and effect sort of thing; the
way to create, a dressing top off
to a cake well baked, or that treat
from Starbucks so buttery and tasty
topped with sliced almonds; then you
consider in the deeper more profound thinking
of what exactly gene splicing is, to almond slicing?
Comparable, comprehensively in a slightly higher and
most ambiguous splicing versus slicing swing of all things
meaningful to the conversation concerning the
slicing of nuts…
Saying in context, to the content
in the advent of plausible deniability
or, in the realm of reality, this
is being in suppositions sown, an
observation honed, from study of
from an interest in; Mendel and those
"peas in a pod", now a simplification, which
did indeed lead on to more questioning and more
morally complicated issues, as in splicing this or that
slice of this or that gene into this or that R.I.B., of Adam?
Humourously casting gender against gender, a mind
bending inflection, that one which was, the result of
infecting another gene with a sliced particle of D.N.A.
and not, the actual ‘short rib bone'! Please, do not
tell me now, that you have not looked into that story
and had this very same revelation in this day and age…
If so, that it is not the case, that your limits are ethereal
and not empirical, I ask you this, what lead coffin have
you suffered your entire life through in? Not being
snide or deferring to a question of ignorance or
laziness or suggesting that you are an insipidly
groping Neanderthal…
After all, genetically speaking, these somewhat
lowly beasts genes exist in a large majority of all
of the sapiens, and this is a cold hard fact! For
the genome project has made it possible
for an individual to accurately track, their
genetic ancestry! Fortunate for the whatever
caste that dwells within the separations of Earth
and Space; an other worldly ‘twilight zoned' issue
of genetic materials and tissues, remembering the
context of this slicing compared to splicing question
as a point within what is becoming much more
sense and much less complete…
Almond Slicing, genetic splicing, matter fusion, oh!
such confusion; maybe, for our `ists', have decades ago
embarked upon a journey to a physical God! Compounding
this truly dubious dubiety is this question, is this exercise
one of exposing that consciousness, or is this merely an
excuse to further an ambitious quest for a power
source that is currently beyond comprehension
and absolutely beyond any human minded
ability to control? To fact check this, simply
study the art of colliding particles!

Thursday, March 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: ancestry,art,conversation,ideals,reflections
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dimitrios Galanis 13 March 2016

This too, has to be shortened.Two or three poems would sound beautiful.

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Michael Walkerjohn 13 March 2016

Aloha Dimitrios... Ouch! IAM just recovering from one other of the most appreciated attentive comments that you have made the effort to communicate to me in... Length without the draw of affection and continuation of one subject... a tripping point of mine for sure! I neglected to add the footnotes and clarify my frame of mind when hastily scribbling out this piece over several cups of really good coffee at my local Starbucks coffee shop... I visit dozens of such cafe' in and around Los Angeles California... with my clipboard and pen... no electronics... makes me stick out like a sore thumb... and enjoy that almond croissant and my usual dark french roast 'clover' concoction... Clover is the latest offering from the chain... a machine that takes a custom bean and grinds to fine a prescribed pouring of steaming water over the grinds... no pressing involved... the boiling water seeps through and the result is a less oily brew... and I use steamed coconut milk to add a bit of islands vintage to the mix... in any sense somewhat nostalgic but it works... almost like those small finger cups of Turkish coffee that made me wake up right now! In trying to bridge the subject... slicing nuts... in a more humourous trend... the length did seem to blend together the vast field of points I make herein... for this is where and how all of our activities are trending... from digging with pointed sticks to plant a single seed to grow our food... to colliding unseen particles at twice the speed of light to create enough energy to produce a God Particle... in less than 200 years? Again, the failure to provide authors notes has left me outstanding in my field... like a farmer... alone at the crack of dawn, and alone at the suns set... watch my planted seed attempt to grow... and with these seeds... not even knowing what the results will be... fortunate enough for me, you are watching these plantings grow... and IAM ever mindful that you now are... standing in this field with me... I humbly thank you kind sir... All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two

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