Long Dimension Poems
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I am in my ground state
something cuddling nothing
tucked in with my stuff of dream
myself and my companion
my form, language, my logic
my letter, symbol, my number
my explanation, description, my stroke, my sound
my noun, verb, my grammatical ingredient
my information, data, my mathematical bit
my measurement, my calculation
my equation, graph, model, my relation
my set, shape, dimension, my duration
......
a scary process, solving myself
I am in-between
after the before and before the after
poised curving through the curling pipe
astride my transitory surf-board
waves collapsing along the quantum shore
smeared, wiped-out, flipped backwards
into the probabilistic ocean or tumbled forward
through surging foam, chaotic spray
observing, informing, accelerating, colliding
attributing, entangling, tracking, tracing
momentum settling like a relativistic beached whale
floundering in a tidal gravity well
......
a scary experience, feeling myself
welcome to our familiar world
cosmos wrapped around our quantum cellar
initial conditions inflating below
embraced by the all-encompassing protoverse
combining happenstance, fields of continuous creation
spawning emergent intelligence
the becoming gods, our transformative selves
personality, memory, purpose
feeding our bellies, mending our bodies and minds
art, technology, history, adventure, achievement
love, compassion, empathy, grieving
imagination, procreation, celebration, failure
......
a reassuring response, cuddling others
Sudden sharp intake of breath.
I wake, in darkness engulfing my senses.
The deafening silence screams
Making me deaf to the smallest sound.
Blinking back the caliginosity,
Seeming darker still with open eyes.
All comprehension of dimension
Lost in the decline of evening's torch.
As the twilight diminished to nought,
All that is left is vastness.
Yet lo, in the shadow it manifests,
Greyness emerging from the pitch.
As evolution of my perception heightens,
The tendrils of near-invisible light
Start to show the form of the room.
The noise in my head calms
As my eyes adjust to the night.
The room once again has form,
Dimension, security, familiarity.
I hear my breath, slowed and sure
And I know I am safe to close my eyes once more.
The Fear of the Night
Startled by a wet and chilly touch to her thigh
Hannah frightfully opened her eyes
With only her eyes she looked to the left and then to the right
While noticing on the clock, that is was only eleven thirty at night
Only her breathing she could hear
No unusual sounds or loved ones that she held so dear
There it was again!
As anxiety over took her body while her mind trying to go insane
Hannah thoughts went to another dimension of what ifs
It could be this or it could be that as her mind started to shift
Nothing she knew compared to this feeling
As she stilled her eyes toward the ceiling
Then, her sheets slowly proceeded to move towards the front of the bed
She bravely reached her arm to the small light above her head
It seemed like a lifetime until her finger tips felt the dangling chain
The weight of the pull was harder to sustain
The brightness of the light overcame her vision as she blinked several times
Dots of stars flashed before her as she finally regained her normal sight
What to do? She never thought this through.
Should she sit up or even try to move?
The bed began to rise and she decided quickly to get out of her room
All she knows is that, she is going to get her broom!
Making a dash from the bed to the door
She tripped on the rug and fell to the floor
Looking up towards the bed she breathes with relief
The small mountain did not flinch as she started to creep
Through her bedroom door to the hall closet
On her hands and knees she began to sweat
The door was already ajar as her heart slowed to a calm
She stood to her feet and grabbed the broom tightly around her palm
An intensity of control moved through every vein
This is her home, her domain!
Quickly to her room raising the broom like a sword
She suddenly heard a whimper in the air so fragile she could not ignore
Looking around she wondered, where this voice of help was coming from
The sheets began to sway back and forth, louder the cry hummed
She grabbed the sheets and threw them in the air
And laughed when she realized what made her so scared
A hairy creature he was
From top to bottom in his cute little pajamas
What was this that touched her thigh so wet and so cold?
Would you believe, her sweet little puppy dogs black nose!
Am sure I was a Dolphin
In another life
Drawn to water an its ways
Free my body of downward pressure
Free my spirit an soul of presence
To move, 4 Th dimension
Down side slide, the face of a curling wave
To feel the currents pushing an pulling
As you dive amongst the foam an froth
Of another filling cave
Peace and calm
Fleeing fish an shifting sand
Blues of Poseidon
I reach ahead
Coming for air
Position to do it, again
I hear “Tick’s” from brethren
Distant calls from passing whales
Sting of salt in my eyes
Sprays of water in the winds
But I can’t grow a fin
Am as close as I can get
I will not forget
Death is not a final, static cessation, but rather a transformation, a continuation of energy, and an essential part of the biological and existential cycle. While the individual consciousness or organism stops functioning, the components of life do not disappear.
After the heart stops (clinical death), cells inside the body do not immediately die. They begin a process of degradation that takes hours or even days, during which they continue to function at a cellular level. The cycle of matter comprising a human body is never destroyed; it is transformed and recycled into other forms of life, such as returning nutrients to the earth to support new plant and animal growth. The bacteria, fungi, and microbes that inhabit a human body continue to live, thrive, and decompose the body after death, continuing their own life cycle using the resources left behind.
Life, as we understand it, cannot exist without death. Death provides the necessary space and resources for new life to emerge. If organisms did not die, the planet would be saturated, and the evolution of new life forms would cease. Death ensures that generations pass on, allowing for adaptation and continuation. The energy that powers life—metabolism, movement, thought—continues to move through the ecosystem, transforming from one form to another rather than disappearing.
Many viewpoints suggest that “death” is merely a transition of awareness or a shift in the state of being. Some philosophies argue that consciousness does not end, but rather transitions into another state, sometimes described as returning to a universal consciousness or moving to a different dimension of reality. Death is often viewed not as annihilation, but as a “rebranding” or transition from one form of life to another, similar to how a caterpillar “dies” to become a butterfly.
Death gives life its urgency, meaning, and structure. The knowledge that life is temporary (death) provides value to the time spent alive. It drives creativity, love, industry, and the desire to make the most of the present moment. Without a final chapter, a story has no structure. Death acts as the boundary that allows life to be experienced as a complete, coherent experience.
"The Moon and the Crow"
Legs of a journey open
along The Road
Black Crow
ruffles his feathers
Moon transforms
White Lily pearly luminescent
Unfurling milky legs and arms
Mata Hari dances naked
Cool emerald eyes
intent that beckons
piercing
heart that levitates
towards
the Other’s dimension
Witness
Lilith’s
Resurrection
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
CocoRosie - The Moon asked the Crow ( with Lyrics)
https://youtu.be/D5C88GrQrsg
Lyrics:
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/cocorosie/themoonaskedthecrow.html
K.I.S.S.
There is further beyond than
death or life ...
It's another dimension
that tells us: "still
we are alive" !
Death is just detention
of the senses ...
decomposition of tissues ...
Disposal of disguises ...
Life is a clothing
that we wear here,
but that then
it's not up to us ...
Life is the a passenger
illusion, the line
tenuous between soot
and the meat ...
We feel, but actually
we realize nothing ...
We will only find out when
remove the clothes.
Then we will notice that there is
neither life nor death,
but only the omnipresent verb ...!
Say you're tired of it and be done with it
Say hello again to the pretend I know what I am doing
All I know is well I come say spacemen and other dimension guy
I saw you
I can swing on vines all day and I like bananas
I've been the monkey gentleman
Some freight-full moments of terror
I know to have never escaped fear no matter
If it's a chance to leave and nobody ever writes back
I saw you
In the church
Spacesuits and humble smiles sometimes a fair trial
Sometimes you me up and then shut down
It's your flight to other skies across the other side of what's the chance
The other side of Prodigy talking to a prodigy son
Leora
She lifted for me and lifted me
A trip to decide your most annoying trait
I don't know you and then after awhile
Would I know you
Leora
I could have been your friend for for ever
I should have studied chemistry
I may or may not have known some kitchen chemists
Let's just say acid burns and headaches from mushrooms
Get the gray and purple ones they all say
I say I like Leora
So I can trip all my life.Danger danger good dope
A mindful of energy
A separate reality
Get qualified set the scene
Once you know where you're going
You could be free to throw it all away
You could be Free.
Tamed again and again.
Then to met you're real self
In a trip of a trip
In the land of no regret
Ode to Lua, my dog.
Lua was lost, she was gone.
I wanted to be gone with her.
She was my last, my lost child, my full heart.
Confused I was, I had to get up.
No reason to wake up.
Loneliness crosses my mind.
My soul is empty. Questions and answers.
I don't have my dog.
We crossed together so many bridges, that nobody can understand.
We both climbed mountains,
but we went down.
Black and white, skin and bones.
Dark and light, both together, only one.
Eating a big meal at Christmas time we were.
Sleeping on the edge to nowhere, we warmed each other.
Discovering new cities, new beaches, new horizons. Just me and you.
You were flying into another dimension, and I didn't know.
You talked to me, but I didn't want to listen.
You weren't there the next day.
I will regret the rest of my life.
You, my Lua, my everything, my nowhere to be found, my everything to look for.
There is a voice one can't hear
it comes in many a dimension
at times it's really extremely loud
confronting one with all kinds of tension
In your mind causing such distrust
though not verbal it's still very clear
creating a real message in your grey cells
vibrant imaginative what's this you hear
The human being doesn't like silence
it makes them afraid of deep within
there they discover a conscience so true
convicting one what generations past called sin
Silence leaves such total vacancy
this world doesn't have the means to fill
only the one who created all things
has what's needed so in his presence be still
This God created this silence among his all
eternity is his abode past present and future
learn to heed this voice's word for you
for if not he'll not forget that's for sure!