In depths of space where branes collide,
The truth is stretched and folded wide.
A hologram, not quite a sham—
But deeper still than who I am.
Each flicker here, a distant gleam,
Encoded on a cosmic screen.
The walls of black holes hum and burn
With secrets that we can't return.
What seems to move, and breathe, and grow
Is math behind a subtle show.
The edge contains the boundless whole,
A paradox that shapes the soul.
Your breath, your thoughts, your trembling hand
Are ripples in a shadow land.
No center holds, no solid floor—
We live on light, and nothing more.
The universe? A whispered lie
That sings we never truly die.
See those distant stars?
That is what we are,
A hologram in which each part
Retains an image of the start,
Alongside which exists the end,
The road to God and art.
Hologram
Transparent~~~
Light bending..
Forming ourselves and
Potentially any and all..
A pervading light
Varying only by form..
We look for the bender
Without success and may
Conclude the Bender and
The bent are One
The One we are..
This Light-bending show
This Happening now...
Hologram
The whole in the part..
The entire universe
as a whole and in
its interminable parts
are all holograms..
Might we say:
the Whole rises
and takes the shape
of what seems external in
both the vast and the small..
The mind retires and
is burned in wonder
on glimpsing this
sublime expression...!
Multifaceted female
Warrior with a cat like mind
Turn her a quarter of an inch
And see what shes becoming
Morphing from a free flying butterfly
Into a predator that will eat you for lunch
With the wingspan of an eagle
She flies free in her artistry
With every fiber of her being
Her eyes glint with the wording
written in, don't you dare mess with me
I'm hunting on warm air currents, beseaching
For my soul to be true and creatively free
And if you don't ride with me
I'll be me, you just watch and see
Dedicated to Kylie my artistic soul
My beautiful daughter
My Business Marketing Artist
( Alan Walker. Faded song by violin)
Your heart is a stone
inscribed with cobras, vultures, ribs and reed.
You say what I see is not what you mean.
You confound me with sounds.
One word is a zoo
with water that ripples—
an arm in the pool.
My love is a laser
that dazzles the screen
projecting an image, an effortless read.
And you, so resilient, but ancient, alone
mistrust my projections unscripted in stone.
I can’t help but love an uncrackable code.
With heart holographic, this coupling can float.
May 8 2016
for Hieroglyphs and Holograms Contest
Oceans apart
In a sea of love
Are these battered hearts
Plummeting into a deep blue dive
In my mind’s eye..
Project your instagram
Through tears I cry
Your living hologram
And now..
Your thoughts are with me
And I drown
In memories of who we used to be
I’ve become..
As crescent moon calendar’s
And passion’s succumb
To unrequited love’s surrender
Heart to heart talk
Not beating as one, no words can say..
Why love took
Your heart so far away
My heart stops
As my mind meanders
Through rivers of teardrops
To a love I cannot suddenly remember
And I drift
Endlessly to obscurity
To our love on the rocks
Coast to coast and under the sea
Impulses on currents
Tumultuous winds like a curse
Shocks of bad memories so torrent
Have sunk our cruse
Oceans apart
In a sea of love
Are these battered hearts
Plummeting into a deep blue dive
In my mind’s eye..
Project your instagram
Through tears I cry
Your living hologram
Bon voyage sailor
With so many fish in the sea
The world is circular
And someday you’ll return, if it’s truly meant to be
08-27-2015
It would be better if we were all just holograms,
no feelings in our gut or dying from our cells.
This doesn’t make me crazier than I am,
We’ve got parents and their children dying in this hell.
Can’t you make me out of sand?
Smooth my edges and fill me till I’m whole.
I’d be so much better than I am.
And I have stories that have yet to be told.
With the skin and bones that make us real,
comes pain waking us for the moon.
Inside and out we always feel,
Down your companzine and they tell you “soon.”
Make me out of wood and sculpt my shape with clay.
I was a real boy once but not anymore.
Please give me life just by taking it away.
Cause living it’s become my chore.
If not that give me grenade hands of smoke.
Blasting off at the shells of empty rooms,
or the gas of tears to make them choke.
I’ll be me again real soon.
With the skin and bones that make us real,
comes pain waking us for the moon.
Inside and out we always feel,
Down your companzine and they tell you “soon.”
Give me what I need to go on,
give me what I need to not to go wrong.
Nothing less nothing more.
Nothing less nothing more.
I see him on the park bench, his red soccer shirt
No pain, no anguish and no deadly hurt
He flickers like a hologram, finishing its show
Clouds emerge above him, shadowing his glow
I run across to meet him, my footsteps have no sound
Before I stop he disappears, he's nowhere to be found
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