The Universe Can Never Be Complete

By John Joseph Burhop

During high school, I opened my mind to immeasurable levels of conscious awareness. I saw and experienced the wonders and complexity of the universe and of man's place in it. I spent the next ten years trying to fill in the gaps of my greatly expanded mind through tiny tidbits of concentrated thought and longer verse poetry. I believe I succeeded in documenting many of my very far out thoughts in the pages of this manuscript.

The Universe Can Never Be Complete is a journey through the mind of man, specifically one man: me. It takes you from the beginning of the universe to the end of time and back again. There's even some light-hearted humor to maintain some level of sanity within its pages.

I compiled this poetry manuscript from thousands of pages of journal entries during my post high school and college days (1985-1995). It should pass the acid test for anyone interested in the trials and tribulations of life on Earth, the nature of the human soul, and the disparities between good and evil, light and darkness, and hope and despair. There is something for everyone in here.

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Joseph Burhop
• Release date: Mar 21, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458023643

John Joseph Burhop

John Joseph Burhop was born in Des Plaines, Illinois in 1966. After graduating from John Hersey High School in Arlington Heights, Illinois in 1984, John went on to serve his country in the United States Air Force. He was granted a Top Secret Security Clearance in the field of Nuclear Weapons Release Systems, and was stationed at the Pacific region's primary nuclear weapons storage site in Kunsan, Korea before moving on to the spy plane base at Alconbury, England. He then completed his Bachelor's Degree in Creative Writing: Fiction at Southern Illinois University at Carbondale. Since then, John has traveled the U.S. extensively in a variety of vehicles including a 1975 Volkswagen pop-up microbus, several different motorhomes and two different sailboats ranging in length from 27 feet to 38 feet. John is currently living on a coffee farm on the Big Island in Hawaii.

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THE UNIVERSE CAN NEVER BE COMPLETE

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John Joseph Burhop

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Mental creep

Recycled light shadows

Sky of perfect quiet

Thank you for the air

Dark Spot

The days and weeks roll on and on

Imprinting chaos and drawing maelstroms

Of the mind into loops and spirals

That serve to bind the spacial realm

Of time and strict adherence

As hollow windstorms rage

And the sun radiates mercilessly

Everlasting sea of darkness

Cast out, little dwarf star

Cut through the gap

The sea; speckled, spinning

Weaving monstrosity, curiosity

Lingers, cornered, afraid and alone

Warring creatures seize the opportunity

Oppression crawls across the floor

The shores become as one

Tin cans investigate the

Cold outside, spheres of influence

Circling one another as

Hardened minds and spirits

Grapple at the luxurious garden

Full of weeds

Temples and kingdoms and armies

Rise and fall

Moving forward, this kinetic state

Has bubbled from the slime.

Dreams do not get lost

They just wander around

Until you’re ready to apologize

It's okay

Options, profound specularity

Peculiar

instances. Remembrance

Again

and peace of mind.

Rampant DNA, grateful life

The chance to

be. Unfolding puzzle of

Humanity. We seek

Order.

Sands of

Time midstream

amongst the living. Essence

carries us.

endurance.

Reset the calendar.

Neon paranoia. The plot to

Eradicate

Our individuality

is nonsense.

Summer haze

and laughter communicate

The ritual of

being alive. It's

okay.

Why do I torture my emotional foundation for

A collection of semi-meaningful paragraphical exploitations?

Do poetic inspirations justify this insane obsession

To unscramble the confusion that is awakened

Only by my urge to summarize?

The Laboratory of Scarce Delights