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My Master's Journey

the red seers in bloom,
prophesize in the ends,
a means to a doom,
my meeting with them will begin.

black mages fight by my side,
and in hopes they always will.
my warriors of a green stride,
they are weak but fight still.

the universal masters,
day dream the disastors.
The astronomers can,
can and will only choose other than.

my blue brother, advisors, and love,
they are part of the battle,
at least they watch from above,
as the day becomes the hassle.

that leaves me,
a position of what to do.
If this comes to an early end,
it means all for you.

-looks good/feels good,
Brian Oglesby

(Divine Interception)

March Love

Silly boys.
Not knowing the river deep,
they kept wadding, anxious,
up and down, up and down,
floating like dead wood,
don't they know love is missing,
in March, love is on leave.

Silly girls.
Why wait at the river banks,
uniform lines of fancy skirts,
shining shimmering silver ribbons,
all lazy under the afternoon sun,
are they blind or deaf, ignorant,
in March, there is no passion.

Silly me.
i swam and drifted too,
from bank to bank till the river end,
one eye wary of the water,
another on the girl(s),
not even a waft of air this afternoon,
this March, there is no love.

- Gp 2005 - 27/03/2005

Times Up 3.0

Here I am
Leaving you
With all my thoughts and memories buried with me
Days of smiles
Days of sorrow
Days of brawl
Days of tear rolling down my face

Here I am
Leaving you
To think about you forever
Moments of happiness
Moments of surprise
Moments of suspense
Moments of tension shaking within me

Here I am
Leaving you
Forever, you to remember me

My time has come
To reach the world of
Peace, which I yearned for long
Here I am
Leaving you

Jungle Universes and Master Gods

The majestic eagle soaring through the clouds,
entwined in the fabric of the wind,
momentarily frozen seen through our eyes,
from deep among the emerald jungle floor,
such are natures blessings to this land

in essence there is no difference,
between the wind and river flow,
each suspended miraculously in space,
and in time among sculpted continents,
each foraging onward seeding the future,
seldom resting even to find lost brothers,
such is the history of the blessed land

under the bright sun and cold moon,
as we find our way through the jungle floor,
unknowingly crossing between reality,
and the liberal supernatural dream,
this land continues forward silently,
forgetting moments of pain and happiness,
such are the plans and promises of the land

the jungle universe and master gods of the stars,
sliding together sometimes touching sometimes kissing,
showing no emotion for the lost humans,
no fake tears or warm rain to heal the wound,
except maybe the river flow and the drifting wind,
such are the tools seamles…

Times Up 2.0

crippled in pain,
left to die,
time immaterial,
anymore anywhere,
freedom lost,
dignity tarnished,
expressions halted,

the pain inside,
never stopping,
I will die soon,
cant I be free,
like the bird,
the songbird,
free to fly and sing.

death is an option,
all my sorrows be buried,
somewhere in myself,
to the grave,
I can sense a fight,
the cry of freedom,
from this soul snatchers,
let me go,

I cried silently,
nothing really mattered,
silent rain,
silent tears,
raining down my face,
no one cares,
im trashed,
left dying inside,
sadness consuming me,
one day I will die,
I want it to be today...

- Gp 2005 - 25/03/2005

* the times up (Times Up 1.0, 2.0) series is a friendly challange among the contributors to come up with versions of poems with the same title and loosely written under the same theme. New series will be aired from time to time.

Girl From Chennai

under the night sky
embraced by the sacred moon
tiny speckles of rain
melting on the skin
melting the heart together
bonds of art and love

girl from Chennai
eternity should not mean forever
your journeys will remain
with you, and in moments me,
our 'payanam' together
navigating this electric timescapes,

forward the future,
runaway from the past,
painting our skies red,
and all colours divine
a beautiful coincidence,
this gathering forms a Trinity

- Gp 2005 - 24/03/2005

* A welcoming tribute to the latest member of HumanUniverse, ETERNITY from chennai. I refer to her as the Girl from Chennai.
* The word 'Payanam" means Journey in Tamil.
* Now there are three of us on this journey through time and space, we form a Trinity.


Something today
something to think
something of timescapes
something of space and time

with all the vastness of the universe
the flotilla of stars and novas
dense gaseous nebula birthplace of suns
magnificent galaxies,
and mysterious dark forces
immortal protons and violent black holes
the armageddon of asteroids and moons
exclusive planets with amazing souls
unimaginable time-space continuum
future and past the same,
in any direction of time
a solitude existence among,
a billion bubble universes
infite sea of nothingness and vacuum
infinity being God of no explanation
this universe is too grand,
to be created by some God
and how to explain life of quantum then
and dice playing legends of physics
we see tonight in the sky of stars,
not God or religion but evolution.

something to think
something of timescapes
something of loneliness
something insignificant

This Universe is…

Times Up 1.0

With distance comes hope With time there will coma a road The road isn't forked, it's parted 6 ways You could walk forever, a month, a day What more could you want? A life on the run? Your day in court? Your last moment of fun? These thins aren't important, not even for show Find a loved one, please let them know: "I leave tomorrow, it's best I go." Live until there is no tomorrow Learn to know... Your life is a journey... It's best you go Don't fear the distance, nor even the time Don't narrow your search, it'll limit your find Looking back is forbidden It will make you late You don't have forever He set a date Look for the one who writes in the sand Trust what's written not by the length in than, Rather for the one who wrote it: The creator's hand -folicles of hair, Brian Oglesby (Divine Interception)

Upturned Animus

she is the world,
inside her own.
crying at night,
she must think she's alone.

for what it's worth,
she'll think herself poor.
she'll call it a night,
but think some more.

she knows of that feeling,
alone in a crowd.
She makes herself fly,
but only in fear of the ground.

I think she wants,
but so scared to try.
I told her before,
"the world passes by."

"it's best not to expect,
in my world it's so true,"
she'd say with that sense,
it's nothing new.

she's a good friend,
but confuses the self.
it's not what others say,
rather something felt.

I want her in my life,
if only she'll stay.
I'll like to think,
we'll make each other's day.

if I could explain,
to her with a smile;
that she meant more,
she's worth the while.

the lonely find company,
it's what makes them complete.
and today I'll find her,
it'll be sweet.

-to a friend,
Brian Oglesby

(Divine Interception)

Paradise Interrupted

eternal night embraces the land far
I refused to open my eyes, memories
once every few minutes the soft song
of cold winds and sensual breeze
touches me and hugging the soul, love
still my eyes closed, opening it never
I’m afraid this dream will be lost
but not fear, this dream is true, living

Light echoes from a hill near
to the eyes, timeframes of seconds
what romantic feel it brings,
while for the seafarers distant
the guiding light of life atop a hill
the tall white lighthouse, searching
maybe once in the future, our destiny
standing solitary on this world, forever
we will remain searching, lost histories

that day, then this eight year old ran,
danced, shouted to the sky, passion
the sun slowly sets drowning the sky
depriving every fragment of light, strings
once I heard of paradise, could this be?
everyday, heartbeats counting, exploring
this giant island, warm blue sea
forests alive with green and mouse deer’s
streams tiny winding through valleys
villages with bonfires, voices and songs floating

State Of Deafferentation

it is another time,
in another part of the world.
in the universe,
we look back into time.

the people on the other side,
they do things that we'll do,
they work, live, and love.
the same things we'll do,
in an hour or two

I've become dependant,
on this human plain.
this existence,
it should mean more.

I think I've found the answer,
it was found far away,
almost a different galaxy.
it prides me to say in some way,
that I'll lie my head there one day.

if God has answers,
I can only pray:
that me being human,
won't be my crime.

he told me that I meant more,
as all people do,
and that I'll be fine;
just follow him and I'll be lead through,
and I'll meet with her and you.

I may die,
on this trip I take.
it's the price we all pay,
for a gift this great.

-Time to shift,
Brian Oglesby

(Divine Interception)

Death is Beautiful

Retracing love, years gone by
Silent soft wind, embracing cold skin
Liquid night, flowing sensual, almost
Strings vibrating, melodies actually
Golden touches, piercing memories
What music, makes me remember this
if not the music of passion, elegy
notes in blood, voices of death.

Dancing lilies, under the moonlight
satin fabrics, not real, not a lie
From afar, a mysterious glow
light, the enemy of night, crawling
Traces of wild, green leaves black
Now and forever night, death grips
Waiting eternity, but not moonlight
only mortal souls, and immortal gods.

-Gp 2005- 18/3/2005

* we live our life fearing death, but not knowing that death in essence is beautiful. Delivering us from the slow desolate life, the sadistic touch of each second, reminding us that were insignificant. Death is a gift to us from Time, itself sacrificing by carrying our burden.

* Wrote this under immense pain. Yes, my depression's back, again, been having this more regularly these days. Sometimes it makes me think what physical pa…

Separation and/ or Difference

nights and bright days, separated subtly
leaves and flowers, by colour and beauty
water and ice, by flow and temperature
sun and the moon, by fire and legends
Sundays and Wednesdays, by freedom and pressure
boys and girls, by genetics and affection
children and adults, by years gone and gained
sleep and awake, by silence and purpose
stories and poetry, by images and passion
books and movies, by words and sound
rain and drought, by clouds and need
love and hate, by touch and blood
life and death, by hopes lost and found
you and me, by distance, never difference

-Gp 2005- 18/3/2005-

Human Resources+Universal Waste

a woman sat her bag down in front of me
she asked me to keep watch on it until she came back
I did what she said
until she came back

I noticed a girl,
staring in the window
I thought about me,
only looking out

it came to me,
the universe,
in a thought

I thought that,
molecules pass on their weight,
to the others,
who pass it back

I thought that,
there are molecules looking in,
while the others view out

it came to me that,
no matter how vast the universe,
or small we are,
we resemble each other...

that's who we are

-It pays to work,

Brian Oglesby

Street Child

on the streets of light
lived with failing might
one hungry boy and a girl
in a cold damp corner and a will

up high in the house
near a warm fire with a cause
one man with a white paper
wrote a story of a child proper

two souls from worlds far apart
one lived on, another depart
left the girl and the white story
long black night and a girl hungry

the white story wrote
a child in paradise
as the black night swallowed
a nameless boy died, the girl cried

this street child on a cold night
deserved a paradise or a fight
that white story child loved more
the other street child ended sore


a boy and a girl
born to a mother like pearl
the newborns knows not more
than maybe the mothers love

as the mother with children in hand
savors the cold water of the land
one white greed and hate
plans day and night their fate

one day the green hills and blue skies
turns dark with rain and clouds
from hell came the machines of war
death and destruction near and far

and when the mother awakes
not from slumber bu…

October Sky

Millennia ago
I had this rocket dream
As the skies enchanted me
I wanted to reach stars, constelations

Decades ago
I made the dream come true
On a Red October night
Sputnik blazed space, the heavens

A thousand Blue men labored
As the world in silence gazing
Apollo leaped to the sky, and moon

I still have the rocket dream
Passion and science
Our future in space, ad infinitum

I will live on
Together with my dreamers
We touched other suns, lightspeed souls

-Gp 2005- 13/03/2005-

*October Sky is a message to the future. And also, a tribute to the rocket dream.

*October Sky is also the title of a movie made to chronicle the life of Homer Hickam Jr, who on the day of the launch of Sputnik-1, also on an October in 1957, ispired to build his own rocket. Its a truly inspiring movie about him, his friends and the whole town. He went on to become an engineer in NASA and trained Shuttle Astronauts, despite being raised in a coal mine township.

God Save The Team

We all need a little company. That's what my other blog (Divine Interception) is about. It's a place where friends can write about their struggles and rewards from life. Ghost Particle invited me to Human+Universe because I invited him to my blog. And I guess what I'm really trying to say is, I'm glad for the invite, and I'll do my best to inspire on this blog as well.

-I wish everyone an amazing adventure of a day,


as we reason straight
we don’t find any solutions great
even when the walls gay in paint
we run around looking quaint

my friend he said
day and night are long dead
all men reason in greed
my point indeed

so we gathered all great men
not forgetting all wise women
here we are hand in hand all ten
our view sideways there and then

the world looked faint sideways
as we tried looking both ways
found answers and reasons numerous
for problems painfully countless

in essence this is the world
today its hot tomorrow its cold
when we go with the flow so bold
we might die for reasons untold

but if we reason in patience
all the answers lie in tolerance
our mind focused in persistence
with sideways we find acceptance

- Gp 2005 - 11/03/2005

* Just wrote this for fun. another experiment with forms, but it does
not fully follow any format and is not serious enough I guess. And its definitely not a tribute to the movie 'Sideways', but hopefully I'll get to watch it soon.

* Made up of six verses, it starts with a confo…

In Time, Sintra

In time, Sintra
northwest from me miles away
across the seas and mountains
where generations and civilizations
battled war forged peace in crimson tides
journeys grand on airships so giant
enchanted with love of endless space
I went there one winter night
swift on air sailing past light

northeast by sea leagues apart
islands and ocean trenches
galleons with sailors mighty
voyage so grand weeks and days
Sintra high on cliffs above
majestic Atlantic embracing forever
conversations drifting on wind
Fred and me brothers in arm

Winter nights envy of stars
Sagittarius and Andromeda sails past
airships and galleons, seas and space
mountains and islands, ocean trenches
airmen and sailors, you and me
wine and music, friends and family
hugs and kisses, bonds of love
beautiful memories the winter stole...

* a tribute of love to my friend, brother and teacher, Fred Lessing from Sintra, Portugal. may one day we meet and talk the night away, on a winter night near a warm fire, with friends and family and some excellent wi…

Love Letter Expired

a graceful beauty from far away
touched my heart once unseen
today i want you more than ever
time and distance shadows on screen

lights on towers guiding from afar
glow of your eyes a tresure trove
watching and admiring hopeful in heart
will you fulfill my desire of love

enchanting music fills the night
your arms dancing embracing divine
mesmerizing the angels silently watching
memories forever in colorful shine

from the four walls of my prison
my mind wanders the four corners of earth
our bold dreams mirror the ancient rivers
forging bonds of such love from birth


*yet another experiment with some different peom formats. If poems are supposed to be creative art then why do they need a format or rules? cant figure most of the things in life. Originally this poem was titled 'A tamil Love' but cant fit the word tamil in there...will update it sometime later...

December Fireflies Revisited

E T E R N I T Y said...

fireflies talking their feelings out
either being happy or sad
they are emitting the same out
with all our dreams in our mind
and the days we were together
seeing our life beyond...
though we are not together now...
sweet memories will stay long
lets be happy it happened
and not sad it ended

*this reply was written by a blogger friend Vini for my poem December Fireflies. Her blogs are: PAYANAM and ETERNITY. Its a beautiful reply, thought to make it as a post.


I’ve watched the movie Constantine again today, for the second time this week actually. For one thing, this is a good adaptation of a comic book series in the past few years. Many others just didn’t make it. Hellboy, The Punisher just to name a few were somewhat average flicks, boasted by good CGI. And to an extend since most movies look good on a giant screen it doesn’t matter much to moviegoers. It’s when you come home and think about it does it hit you, in many different angles, on how the movie or the story is just not worth watching in the first place. Back to the story of Constantine, I don’t know how many times Hollywood have cashed in a good versus evil, God versus the Devil movie but they always succeed. And not forgetting it’s not only the west, Asian movie makers have dabbled with God flicks since the beginning. For most of the time, generations of movie makers just accepted it as a lesson on how God would have done it, or on how when we believe in the One, evil can be dest…

Evening Sun

golden sky glowing intensely
tiny birds cruising in streams
paper kites riding the wind, silently
nameless clouds tracing patterns
on a green land with running children
thin pillars of sunlight piercing violently
an evening sun drowning me in dreams

one long string yard after yard
at the end of it a red paper kite
small fingers holding thight
untold joy in her wide eyes
invisible heart beating fast, nervous
childrens running, playing, happy cries

from far north over the hills
above the trees in many shades of green
one single bright blue light curls
magnificent display on heavens screen
slates in time of events so chaotic
my evening sun soon to be insignificant
in short minutes raindrops on my palms
another dream for some other time


* 06032005, a few hours ago, from my apartment balcony

Saturdays Lost and Found

The Battle is Lost...

...and yes, every bit of hope that we had, were lost too. Yesterday the lab was closed down. It was 28 months ago when we embarked in this journey of friendship and science. Glorify physics, follow the footprints of legends. We had this unofficial suffix - The UKM Theoretical Physics Group. And in October 2003 it was known as The CosmicCode Group. Its like the secret societies that we formed when we were small, those exciting adventures in our backyard. Today the game is different, the backyard is the universe. We were the pioneers of The CosmicCode Project. GhostP, Greg, Rafle, RLan, Mark, Blenster and Fred. Words cant imagine what we felt today morning, Greg and myself are 'home'less now. The lab meant so much to us, its our control center. We had access to the whole world. We made friends, we connected and we had the CosmicCode.

We can only wonder on how the administration decides which research project is important, which is money making…

End of a particles journey...

End of a particles journey...

Its been 17 months since I've started the CosmicCode Project. Its been a hell of a ride. Great topics, good discussions, invaluable experience, irreplaceble partnerships, I cant stop admiring the group. Its a dream come true that one day in 2003, and the dream never died 'till today and never will.

But some events revolving my 'professional' life just seem to signal the end for this journey. I just cant find any better solution. For the past 2 years I have been a research student with no research grant, no permanant job and no source of income. I have been sharing this PC (without permission from the faculty authorities) to access the net and updating my various groups, blogs and emails. But the faculty have decided to dismantle this lab for the last time. No more internet, no more PC and God-forbid, I'm back to square one. My research still havent finished, my thesis is on hold and my financials are just the same. Not that I'm com…