Sunday, January 25, 2015

#2 - Beam of Light

I love outer space; all of its mystery and wonder. Whenever humanity peers out farther and farther, the universe gets bigger and bigger. I remember hearing about the Hubble Space Telescope taking a picture of the darkest part of the sky. The result from 2012's Hubble eXtreme Deep Field was 5000 new galaxies discovered. Not planets or stars... but galaxies. Outer space is also the place where our comprehension of physics and mathematics get completely wrecked. It's humbling.
  
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hubble_eXtreme_Deep_Field

If I recall correctly, this poem was written over two sittings and one revision. When you're really interested in something and try to write about it, I find oftentimes that the words come naturally. This was one of those occasions. 



I woke up in the middle of the night
And transformed into a beam of light
I shot off into the vastness of space
A hundred eighty six thousand miles per second I raced

In a matter of seconds I flew past the moon
The earth transformed to a tiny speck of blue
I shot past the sun in a matter of minutes
Saw the fusion first hand and everything in it

I skipped past Jupiter, Saturn and Neptune
They soon disappeared like a pebble in a sand dune
It took years till I reached another star in the distance
But a new concept of time made it feel like an instant

I flew so fast I saw the constellations change
I avoided black holes, their event horizon’s range
I passed by magnificent gamma ray bursts
And other unknown phenomena of our universe

Nebulas, asteroids and comets were sparse
When considering the length of space at large
I eventually reached the galaxies center
It was a massive black hole, too dangerous to enter

I decided to travel to the galaxies opposite side
I found new stars hidden from earth’s eyes
Binary systems and tertiary ones too
Sprinkled the darkness through and through

I passed beyond the reach of the Milky Way
Into an emptiness where only darkness would stay
The nothingness tested my sanity's reach
But I found Andromeda before my mind found defeat

It was the nearest galaxy and it will eventually collide
With the Milky Way galaxy and all that’s inside
But for me it became a haven of light
Of a billion more stars and other wondrous sights

I continued to travel for I wanted to see
If there was life out there aside from you and me
I guess the complexities on earth are quite scary
For I saw nothing like it during my journey


I had no idea how far I would go
How long I would travel, I’ll never know
For years I seemingly traveled the endless black
Wondering if I would ever come back

I passed by stars greater than the sun
Gaining in speed after passing each one
The size of the universe I could not comprehend
The wondrous sights, they never seemed to end

Farther and farther I continued to explore
There was one truth that I could not ignore
I am but a speck of dust in the grandest abode

Blown into the sky by the wind unknown

Monday, January 19, 2015

#1 - Ghostly


I've written a lot of poems in my life, but have never shared too many of them. On occasion I've sent some to friends by request, and a few of my best ones are posted on this blog, but for the most part, my poems have been kept to myself.

Some of them are funny, others philosophical, and others very personal. Some were written in seconds, others took months. I thought for this year, I'd post a poem I've written on a weekly basis and include a little blurb about the poem.

I'll begin with the poem that I am most fearful of sharing, because... why not start with a bang? It's about my struggles with connecting with people. I often find myself unable to truly connect with people on a deep level. I am blessed with some great friends, and do enjoy the depth of those relationships, but I often find myself asking the safe questions, instead of the important ones that really strengthen a friendship. In essence, I choose not to connect on a deeper level out of fear which causes me to miss out on things. As our souls are meant to connect with others, I often feel that mine does not. My soul then, feels ghostly. 


Ghostly
You cannot see me
You cannot hear me
You cannot touch me
You cannot taste me
You cannot feel me
You cannot hold me
You cannot know me
You cannot love me
My existence, in this instance
Is only witnessed by eyes unseeing
My only hope for you to reach me
Is if I climb into your dreams
In this plain of life, this menagerie
Of souls alive but not living
I do not see you
I do not hear you
I do not touch you
I do not taste you
I do not feel you
I do not hold you
I do not know you

I do not love you… but I want to.