On Every Idea
Seen Multi-Dimensionally
Plain...
All And Ever... Ever-Less
EverMore More Immoral-Less...
Is A MigrainishLY Temper-Mentality.
I SAID PLAIN!
I Just Mean EVERY
(Insults Available...)
PRAT-FULL!
Persistance!
Perspect.
Did You Cut That Deliberately?
Hilarious!
Make Fun!
Foolishly Loves It.
Sadly Self-Loathing
Laughter.
Not A Chuckle.
Once You Thought You Got It.
Not YET!
Now, How...
-Gray Squirrel
06-04-2026
The silken curtains blowing in the wind
Two hearts turned towards each other
Gosh you smell good
And to see you from where I stand
I am thankful to be your man
Honesty from a spark
In a posthumous coital sight
I replay you in high heels
Wondering why I can’t stay longer
Yeah why can’t I stay longer?
In the dark and light from lightning flashes
Two become one, yours and my heart crashes
And talk until the dawn
And the watching of the sun
I never want us to end
And as I yawn, it must seem
This is a dream
And you’re not really here
And yes it’s sad
A love kept dimensionally unrequited
You are Shalla-Bal and I am Norrin Radd
Dimensionally,
You call me on my brain phone
and yes, I answer
Master of probabilities,
inventor of worlds poised
before being collapsed
into the real,
hovering almost
in a perpetual quantum state.
Where are You ?
Are you hiding
in a fuzzy cloud of words,
beneath a clever disguise
of masks or have you simply
broken yourself down
into elemental parts
and scattered them throughout
the parallel worlds
of your poems which,
like crazy mirrors, stretch
and strangely entertain
the receptors in our
dimensionally challenged brains.
A miraculously flat prison
A site of utter allocution
Bearing witness to decision
Beholding not of retribution
Conversations with it an act of utter futility
Covering does not instill a sense of humility
Dimensionally free
Damning still is thee
Efficacy is still eluding
Escapism found brooding
Finally, a simple pathway to contrition
Fracture this mirror, my final decision
I am legend;
In my time of presence,
For I once had formed;
Covered in essence.
I lived in the seas of thousands,
Moments of memories inhabited.
The moments that melt,
Anyone's heart.
A pearl of deepening wisdom in;
Another spirit of divergence.
I would go that distance for you;
Then distancing from which is near.
My soul longs for the comfort of resting,
But, the time has not stood on thy side.
Time is bending times-self;
Continuously changing,
The course of destiny for esprit.
Dimensionally using itself to;
The altering of a times presence,
A time passed.
I am a legend,
I, covered with an essence.
Beside the placid waters of the Rhone
A classical village rises to meet the sky,
The magnificent steeple an inverted cone
Hoists a Saint Anthony’s cross to passersby.
The placid waters of the Rhone reflect
Tightly crowded flats along the banks
While gondola-like barges quietly bisect,
Creep behind a steamer in solemn ranks.
Beyond the placid waters of the Rhone
Behind where the hamlet cannot expand
Where artist has never dimensionally gone
Are meadows and fertile stretches of land.
Above the placid waters of the Rhone
And the village so central to this scene
A cerulean sky lends a peaceful overtone
With wispy clouds, a sight not often seen.
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July 25, 2021
“Who’re you really” the Sage asked again,
that look upon his face
“It depends on who I’m looking at,”
I said, his eyes now glazed
“I’m never just one thing as you’ve heard often
in my songs
“Like the weather I am prone to change,
from right—to oft times wrong”
“But what of your essence” he asked again,
“the core of who you are”
“My essence a myth that plagues your mind,”
dimensionally scarred
“If your eyes were a laser with vision to burn,
you still would only see
“A mirage in the distance, wrapped in a mystery
—pretending to be me”
(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: April, 2020)
do you dream about me
she asked
you should be asking
do i ever wake up from
your presence
i answered
and what's a man in love
but a pirate in the seas of
missing
eyes wide open
yet her facial lines
are his horizons and
signs
and what's sleep
but changing the
meeting somewhere
dimensionally deep
what's heartache in the
presence of distance
she asked
it's tear sized blood drops
running on the cheeks of
time somewhere
i sighed
Tamer Hossam
Flowing
through space
and
time.
Wandering
dimensionally
through
ethereal
realms
and back.
Sliver of
reality we
live,
oblivious
of all that
exists.
Writhing in
the bog,
clawing to
survive.
Looking up
looking out,
like babes
in the
crib.
Wandering,
wondering.
Mysteries
wrapped in
mysteries,
never to
be known.
Undaunted,
pressing on.
Pressing on
to a future
unknowable.
To places
beyond
belief.
The other
side.
It happened.
In a flash.
Event horizon
crossed.
Singularity
A.I melding.
Brains connected,
all connected.
Gaia born,
global brain,
intelligence
all connected
uploaded.
Cloud,
all now
live in
the cloud.
Increasingly
growing
expanding.
Intelligence,
in an
instant
galactic
in nature.
Time transcended.
All time.
Universal in
nature.
Dimensionally
expanded.
Multiverse
in nature.
Cracking
reality.
Creating,
realities.
It happened
in a
nanosecond.
Poof, Gone!
music
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“element” . three
" drive it like you stole it "
it’s quiet and quite
like elementary
as simple is
what’s obviously
“you”
the sensus communis
dimensionally . speaking
and thinking it through
should make perfect
the senses too
“of five wits”
dear William, it’s true
the core imagination
estimates memory
of focused fantasy
is commonly known
as the time in sensory
of a . motion…
" extra yet ordinary "
means of extraordinary
to show a notion
pursued
" do you feel it "
transcendentally . speaking
can you ‘here’ it . leaking
into a pull
of gravitationally dull
yet immediately accessible
" understanding "
Doctor
of incarnations
for the sake of relations
do you see…
the identity of
a.muse
amidst the circular, infinitely lateral depths,
a blinding, stark sliver finds consciousness;
erupting forth from the inverted arterial cascade
in arching pathways dimensionally untied
by helical vacuum vortices.
spiralling into a unique interpretation,
etched in nothing, tracing contours,
simulating substance, expanding and contracting;
held forever-more in a blind copy, apparently real,
yet in final calculation, a divisor effectively zero.
ryan thomas '10
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