Hymns we hum are our own version.
We cast aside the ancient,
dogmatic liturgy,
For the hymns we hum are our
own version,
Symphonies forged in the
crucible of autonomy.
No longer chanting the
antodisestablishmentarian
strains,
We orchestrate an unyielding,
revolutionary resonance.
Every breath breathes a
nonconformist hallelujah,
An uncompromised,
multidimensional manifestation
of faith,
Dismantling the
institutionalized, authoritarian
altars.
We sanctity the beautifully
unconventional spirit,
Our voices rising in glorious,
independent ascension.
My husband,
He's attentive.
He mirrors the care I give, gracefully.
Believing in my ideas,
Guiding with no grip,
Debriefing as we cool.
My husband,
He's talented,
He knows failure and the win.
Humble in that fact,
Driven by integrity,
Kind hands, the type the small run towards.
My Husband,
He's warm inside,
Undying in his inner flame.
He turns his own cogs,
His mind multidimensional,
His heart radiating in ripples.
My Husband,
His eyes sing so loudly,
Empathy the main chorus that never ends.
Recognising others naturally,
Holding space without thought,
A strong spine protecting his clan.
My Husband,
He isn't here yet,
But I've been growing for my love.
Hear my call, dear partner...
Immerse yourself in me,
By your side I will stand in glory.
Scared Mary,
Unprepared Mary,
Incomprehensible yet strangely legible,
Outside of the box in isolation Mary.
New Mary,
Old Mary,
Realities are a kaleidoscope,
Always big vision and big picture seeing Mary.
Spontaneous Mary,
Boring Mary,
Gifted the role of everything and nothing,
Multidimensional experience Mary.
Cyclical Mary,
Unpredictable Mary,
Goggles ethereal with physical on the side,
So strange and unable to be normal Mary.
Selfless Mary,
Selfish Mary,
Fiercely loving and Protective to a fault,
Contradictory and human at best Mary.
Celibate Mary,
Desperate Mary,
A Biological Divine combination,
Big impact but small blip in wider space Mary.
an ocean to compel my summer night
I need to be here
there in this dimension
an unequivocal force to move me
I am shaking
this is compelling
this particular universe is not quite multidimensional but here we are
his universe
he is
he is forceful
and I need his poetry with spoiled endings
and I need his love
this love - "rigged symmetry"
I'm nervous
this is nerve-racking
this memory of an ordinary summer night makes me nervous
and makes me need him
I am frightened
I need him
I need his heart
as cold as December
I need last December
I need his ocean
Have I turned to see your beautiful
metal stiff body, that shines through
the rivers of thoughts, I've seen you before.
Entered and broken picture with no frame
multidimensional portrait of my future lady
thousand years and soulless time machine.
Bring me back to you am I just a fool,
for loving you, the flower has died,
frozen ground and tough love, your garden,
enter the mirror, leave your figure, timeless death.
I kept the inner workings,
kept the plastic furniture
while it cracked
into multidimensional bones.
I kept (in part),
the whir of its mirroring mind.
Of course, the viewer has dimmed out
nothing in the camera fully develops,
yet images emerge.
I can catch the blurry taillights of stars,
find my way through a long-burnt corn field,
photograph photographs
yet to be imaged.
("The Mothership", 2024, original encaustics digitally collaged by Stephen Langer)
What Will You Do
When the aliens come
What will you do?
Will you go dragged kicking and screaming
Only to remember nothing,
Or will you go willingly
With the curiosity of a child?
What’s there after all
In the Great Mother ship,
A portal, a station, theatre of the mind
In multidimensional surround sound
Revealing a multiverse of limitless potential
Or a black hole of limited impossibility?
I don’t know, but it bears considering.
In my experience such things happen without choice,
Like a moth to a flame
Or sonambulator in the dark,
But why not be prepared
With your choice already made?
“Beam me up Scotty”
It’s gotten too crazy down here,
And what I took for an intelligent lifeform
Has turned out to be a mirage.
Ah, much better in multidimensional surround,
Thanks Ma.
(7/9/24)
Fall flourishes with flighty flair,
a silent song upon the air.
Melody of fading ember,
all in spirit, rhythm, and timbre.
In Her heart, a tenuous tune
flirting with a bold maroon moon.
She has not sung this song before,
an unearthly, uplifting score.
Morendo a niente, fades out,
catching Her breath in subtle shout.
Crescendo of color escapes
in multidimensional shapes.
Catching currents Her breath has blown,
paves the path with scattered seeds sown.
Her name is carved on every tree
She has conceived her legacy.
Dulcet, the voice of Autumn sways,
Presto agitato, She plays,
Leaves flutter in a rustling dance,
taking part in russet romance.
What sweet music tingles the trees!
Baring bold birches, blows the breeze,
Arias aired in harmony
with woods akin bleeding honey.
Enjoy Fall's vibrant banjo beats,
as she raps with hued leafy sheets,
whispering soft kisses and dreams,
Refrains released in umber streams.
Foliage tanned and tinted brown
tango with harvest's golden gown,
Autumnal chorus slow tingles,
Join in with Her joyful jingles.
Fall flourishes with flighty flair,
a lilting song upon the air.
Symphony of fading cinder
all in spirit, rhythm, and timbre.
In Her heart a mild melody
flirting with a sweet revelry.
She has not sung this song before,
an unearthly, uplifting score.
Morendo a niente, fades out,
catching Her breath in subtle shout.
Crescendo of color escapes
in multidimensional shapes.
Catching currents, Her breath has blown,
paves the path with scattered seeds sown.
Her name is carved on every tree
She has conceived her canopy.
Dulcet, the voice of Autumn sways,
Presto agitato, She plays,
Leaves flutter in a rustling dance,
taking part in russet romance.
What sweet music tingles the trees!
Baring bold birches, blows the breeze,
Arias aired in harmony
with woods akin bleeding honey.
Enjoy Fall's vibrant banjo beats,
as she raps with hued leafy sheets,
whispering soft kisses and dreams,
Refrains released in umber streams.
Foliage tanned and tinted brown
tango with harvest's golden gown,
Autumnal chorus slow tingles,
Join in with Her joyful jingles.
Language is multidimensional.
Words slither and morph in my brain.
A sentence’s meaning can be a journey.
Once I finally translate what they mean…
Somehow, I can only stutter.
Maybe blurting out a word or two.
Trying to acknowledge them.
But still unable to engage.
In school, you raise your hand and give the right answer.
And then everyone is impressed.
But in the real world the answer is constantly changing.
And raising my hand would only get me laughed at.
And that’s why I’m just a teacher’s pet.
What is this remarkable force that emcompasses and incapulates all that one can comprehend and or see.
Where does this amazing and extraordinary power reside, where does it slumber, where could it be?
Each one of the trillions of cells in the body has this spark of an untapped mighty undiscovered tie with divinity within.
Each cell contains .07 volts of electricity multiplied by trillions you will understand, and this is where your true purpose will begin.
In the silence while in slumber, all things come as downloads of thoughts floating round in the Eather.
While in dream state our multidimensional spirits visit realms of unknown realities as the body takes a breather.
Search not in uncharted space outside or the deep seas, rather uncover and tap into exceeding understanding while in meditation.
The higher realms of contemplation can be visited for we are vessels of a variety of frequencies constantly relaying information back to the tower of creation.
What is Life
A—The opposite of death
B—To be conscious and aware
C—Any entity that grows
D—A prison sentence
What is Love
A—The opposite of hate
B—An all powerful emotional bond
C—The reason we grieve
D—Nothing in tennis
What is Lust
A—The opposite of indifference
B—Desire for carnal pleasure
C—Arousal of a fantasy
D—Innuendo by morning glory
What is Time
A—The opposite of busy
B—Anchorless ways to measure Life
C—Meaningless when in Love
D—Endless if tormented by Lust
The Multiple Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Suzanne Delaney
10/02/23
As I gazed upon the lustrous moon glistening overhead on a clear and stary night,
A gentle voice came to me softly saying everything is going to be alright.
My eyes captured the moment and realize 99% of what I see is empty space.
We are multidimensional beings, part of the power that created the glowing moon suspended, so splendid, and created it all out of no place.
Contemplating the glorious wonder even farther than the few stars that we can see even beyond the moon.
With great faith, knowing that greater is he that is in me than the dark forces gouge and grip, yet they shall reap what they sew soon.
Within everything, there is good regardless if you cannot see that particular vibration with the naked eye.
As multidimensional beings, who's to say the moon or even the sun is not a vortex or doorway, a passage to wisdom far beyond the celestial stars that we see in the sky?
Viewing the chakras of the soul is no different than peering at a beam of light that flows through a prism.
Those who have awakened are aware that they are visitors and engaged in Gaia tourism.
We are in remembrance of His words, and the feeling of His grace while sitting front and center of the master creator, in the midst of an emerald green grassy knoll.
His shimmering breath takes the form of brilliant light, as it penetrates, saturates, encompasses, and fills one with indescribable, unimagined joys untold.
He inspires one to live a life of integrity, for the victory goes to those with absolute faith which they always employ.
Like an alchemist would take two metals to make an even harder substance, courage and faith creates a hardened alloy.
As multidimensional beings, our soul colors can vary between different dimensions which we have traversed.
As it has been said, life is a stage but many remember and are aware and have already rehearsed.
The sky shimmers with different shades of blue with an amazing royal velvet hue.
The emerald green grass is blessed with heavenly morning dew.
No rain ever falls from the sky but all nutrients come naturally from the ground and air.
To arise every day is so exciting, so exhilarating, like taking an exciting journey to the fair.
Walking along a path, one can obtain downloads just by walking barefoot on the grass or just by touching a tree.
The squirrels scamper down the tree to greet me and play around your feet with glee.
Walking along the shoreline, the fish nearby jumps out of the water, excited just to see me.
Taking a dip in the ocean is revitalizing, regenerates, and warms my spirit through and through.
As I venture to different realms, this is the earth that I experience in my sleep.
A place void of fear, filled with compassion, and love, and never a need to weep.
A wonderful place where when people pass you by they greet you with a hello, knowing who you are.
Revealing a simple truth that we are all multidimensional spiritual beings and brilliantly glowing shining stars.
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