Long Two dimensional Poems
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Synergy
feels Earth is flat
two-dimensional
monolinear to me
While my life time line
inevitably moves from original eternity
through magical recreation effects
from empty cause
toward monotheistic EarthBright
completion light
exhaustion
caused and effected back again
into entropic dualdark chaos
By way of enlightening
and empowering bicameral contrast
Integrity
speaks four fractally
half-octave
impassioned dimensionally
Robust and elegant integrity
includes polymathic binomials
like polytheistic Heavens and monoculturing Hell,
Sacred Cooperatives and Desecrating Dogmatic Competition
To reconnect wealthy re-ligions
of health restorative sciences
Above and below, and bilocational Theo/EcoLogic
inside and outside, and bilateral nonviolent communication systemic
pleasure and pain, and balancing in-between health/wealth sufficient justice
found and lost, and democratic EarthPeace won
full and empty, and omnisciently enlightening empowerment,
left deductive thoughts and right inductive feelings, and bicameral balance
Rational space and irrational multiculturing integral time,
and span-rationally developing spacetime fractals,
individual and relational,
and correlational co-revolving wave circling events
cause and effect, and survival causally effecting win/win thrival
black and white, and full-spectral
color wheels and sound octaves,
and dynamic spiraling multicolors
of red war and green peace mystery,
and polyculturally unfolding octaves
of dynamic health/wealth
co-evolving ecopolitical history
Male and female, and bisensory-neural system story
regenerative and degenerative, and polyregender mystically
yes and no, and not not integral energy
Politically enlightening balance
for local cooperative wealth narratives,
And also economically empowering
global intersectional health stories
of GoldenRules
internationally win/win applied,
practiced,
green cooperatively inhaled
and blue/red integrity exhaled
together ultra-nonvioletly
Restoring bicameral dynamic
four-dimensional synergetic season systems
developing cooperative co-investment
perennial healthy wealth nurturing
nature/spirit compassionate
timelessly indigenous
integrity.
If all the green-blue world
is a RightBrain stage
while all the LeftBrain map
remains red and yellow and blue and green
and black and white textualized two-dimensional
with ironic ecological correlated analogies
with positive sacred nutritional theologies,
We might develop an everyday outside/inside global passion
for historical deep-felt accuracy
over stuckness in stale orthodox religious cultural mendacious
disenchantments,
ignorance of good faith WinWin Paradise analysis
for international green standards to restore justice
and positive energy peace.
Whether map or stage
or both
Creation is transparently
intimately
sacredly correlational cause with effecting
each StoryTeller's original EarthMother roots
"Nutrition"
means not patriarchal/not-matriarchal institutional,
healthy, yet sometimes ticked off about environmental bad-vibe stink,
residue of Win/Lose parents
from school-based LoseLose evolutionary dogma
and Earth-drama,
heavenly rapture of EarthDenial,
scriptural entertainments and fantasy
OldSchool theological mythic maps
for negative RightWing
too-permanent patriarchal stuck theology.
While every map
and any stage
begins with an original ZeroZone Center,
actively pursuing integrity of flexing healthy maps,
cooperatively receiving slow-grown synergy staged wealth
Restoring stages
post-revolutionary creolizing ages,
transubstantiating actors,
co-acclimating breathers,
eco/theo-logians.
There's an endless cycle of living,
Where it's not always good or all bad.
It's constantly circling around taking and giving,
Seemingly lost, like a chaotic nomad.
While surviving along the two-dimensional plane,
Appearing to obediently follow only that of time.
One can only search about aimlessly,
For some reason to an obtuse rhyme.
However blind, there is a direction, that
Leads to an unforgiving cause and effect.
When the sums may become insurmountable,
No matter the levels of disrespect.
Yet beyond this flat, geometric reasoning,
Alternatives are seen, not from a circle, but a sphere.
As a multitude of tangents take new form,
Bringing new hope, along with old fear.
This revolution seeks to close its own circle,
Though its path will be curvilinear in its quest.
Since its journey may evolve with new experience,
Allowing for growth in the universal test.
Dots From A Box
Black dots reside inside a black box on table top
Blue dots are housed in pens as ink, in old cartridges or wells
At the end of sentences they come out to punctuate
To stop a stream of thought on page
Otherwise they would escape with no ideas
Words would never end
Properly placed with surgeon like precision
The pen comes down on pure white paper
A laser pin point tip releases liquid
Forms into a period
Melds on the surface at that concluding spot
On the two dimensional world becoming one
An indelible dot at the end of words and phrases
If left to their own devices, periods would go on parade
Lined up in rows to march like this . . . . . . . . . . .
Lets not get carried away with facts
Or jump to the granular conclusions
Evident, proven beyond a reasonable doubt
Down to the shadows of last molecules found
Earth is held together by glue based magnets
Causing a stir in the illusion
There on the curvature of space
Ice caps north and south are two dimensional
Really just one continuous line around the planet
Drawn for your safety to the edge
Ice blocks keep us from falling off
Spinning into outer space in all directions
There are many vertical worlds out there
People have to cling on for dear life
Do a lot of climbing up to survive
Give me a planet horizontal and flat
One that I can touch at all four corners
That one over there around the bend will do
The truth is; round things make me dizzy
Magnets and ice are easier to understand
Lines merge with the Earth at the center
With length and width at the core, not much more
Reached at the border of the arctic circle
By a line, a boat and a leap of faith
Leading back to the same place as before
At the border of the arctic circle boats turn back
Lands end, drop off and that's the truth
They return to the one place that is for sure
Their destination, their point of origin
“Celluloid Intermezzo Indigo”
"Black and White ain’t colour," he says
"Colour is very Black and White", she says
"A person shows their true colours -
Black and White"
"Colour is very Black and White", she says
Dark and Light
Black and White
Celluloid is two dimensional
Dark and Light
Mirrors another dimension entirely…
Celluloid is two dimensional
What dimensions exist in the mind?
Mirrors another dimension entirely…
She moves out of Time, Arrested development
What dimensions exist in the mind?
Remove all full stops and brackets, Freedom wins in rhyme
She moves out of time, Arrested development
Scry with water, light reflection waves in a dark room
Remove all full stops and brackets, Freedom wins in rhyme
Another life ripples in Time and blooms
Scry with water, light reflection waves in a dark room
Ghosts in the mirror now walk in, in Time and tune
Another life ripples in Time and blooms
Celluloid Intermezzo Indigo in Runes
Lovejoy-Burton/April 2018
“In Music, an Intermezzo in the most general sense, is a composition which fits between other musical or dramatic entities, such as acts of a play or movements of a larger musical work.”
"The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart."
St Jerome
1. "Gentlemen Take Polaroids", Japan.
https://genius.com/Japan-gentlemen-take-polaroids-lyrics
2. Runes
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Runes
3. "Our Secret Garden", Peter Murphy
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uJUQ0ncDcs
A deep pit, a crumbling edge,
at the bottom, a pool swarming with sauropods.
There is someone, a boy.
I shouldn't have taken the child here.
I'm slipping, taking him with me;
he won't let go of my hand.
We are sliding on the scree.
A gun heavy on my hip,
its weight drags us down,
to where saw-toothed muggers
thrash in a melee.
It's then that I transition.
I’m a visitor, two-dimensional
in a hurrying cityscape.
I've lost my car
in one of many similar concrete blocks.
Home is a door in the back of my mind
A door not opened yet, I suspect behind it
is a child who knows his way back.
He’s holding a tin wind-up crocodile,
one his dad once bought him.
At his side a revolver,
the same type I purchased
in Florida
in the event of alligator attack.
the fires of punishment growing cold nightmares cracking
houses on the edge of sound howling silent hosts flashing
scarified hands fashioned like relics on the fringes of reason
exploding emotions in a caravan of lost whispers penetrating
the logical laws made for all to perish within evenings of flies
biting the air invades conversations to reap each syllable flung
into the hermetic tomb of memory mute lightning rods splash
delivering edicts of death flooding constellations within breath
mothers stare like castles made of guilt sternly emitting our life
eating its excrement pushing societies toward promontories
alive as photographs following footsteps of continual progress
chasing desire in the echo of great tyrannical modes of peace
shaving years off every door painting the world impossible
shades leading with dead eyes flocks of two-dimensional pawns
gasping for particles of the secret song stirring…
The bogeyman exists, influencing lives
through bigotry, hate, and violence.
In pursuit of promised happiness,
we often say and do illogical things.
Sometimes, the building blocks of trust
are laid upon weak, moral grounds.
And relationships are in jeopardy;
when we fail to communicate truthfully
with each other.
Time is neither good nor bad;
it's a constant current
of precious moments and heartaches,
memories formed with equal determination.
Lust accomplishes the role assigned to it;
but lacks the spontaneous heat required
to ignite love's eternal flame.
And so, it is two-dimensional,
satisfying urges and longings;
but lacking emotional depth.
Our hearts get tethered to feelings,
yet we often find ourselves
trespassing on the feelings of others;
with self-proclaimed justification.
For given the opportunity,
hate, festering within the human heart,
will flare up;
and consume us from our insides
like a cancer: for that is what it is.
Thoughts froth, crest, and merge through ocean’s
indiscriminate wandering, no recognizable
beginning or end like smoke on the wind,
melding, melting, fusing coalescing.
Reality a fragile grasp held on
a two-dimensional canvas once white,
clean, stretching taunt, taunt as the
implausible reality of our existence-
existence standing, stranding, hair, fur, frond's
weaving about crowns of trees in rye fields.
Everything alive, writhing, wanting,
needing, thriving, dying-skin crawling reality
like orange oil on the hollow cheeks of despair.
Pain, defies, belies, confusion's frame stretching
upon illusion's claim-eye to hand, hand to brush
the clean, white, membrane between brain pan and
paint pan. No recognizable beginning or end
melding, melting, fusing, coalescing-gone.
Self-Portrait with Fur Cap, Bandaged Ear & Pipe
Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890 Dutch)
First Published in Five Poetry Magazine 2013