You see her in all the geometry joints.
She has six edges and four points.
I wish I could have her back so near -
the tetrahedron I hold dear.
There may have been a universal Christ;
You cannot have one without a universe;
You will have to believe in their existence;
Will have to completely accept existence.
Christ is absolute center of our very being;
As center Christ is in our complete control;
We and the universe revolve around Christ;
Christ is at exact center of a revolving yo-yo.
Christ will speed up or slow down each thing;
Presence of Christ we will merrily go around; (Merry-Go-Round)
Christ is a gyroscope exactly perpendicular;
Christ is like a top that is in complete balance.
Christ is a space shuttle in an exact orbit;
Christ is the prime meridian and equator;
Christ is a repeating decimal with no end;
Christ is an exact middle of any solid item.
Christ must be the center of our attention;
Christ is center that a team is built around;
(A hedron with infinite sides. Tetrahedron for example.)
Christ is at center of every cycle and phase;
Christ exists at center stage of each play.
Now you add to it.
Karma incarnate
Symbolize synapses
refrain recreate
Blades of grass
Cannabolize compliance
Unions unite
Tongues of trauma
Ignited ironies
Cycle compromises
Earth and Sky
Nuisance nefarians
Babel blessings
Kingdoms of self
Tetrahedron tongues
Idiom intrigue
Scythe of time
Wakes within
Primal pentagons
Minutes of minuscules
Frequent furtherings
Amock amiables
Omens of obsession
Useless understoods
Dogmatic dharmas
Wanting of whispers
Eccentric eclipses
Quartz quintessentials
Yearnings of yesterday
Luminous liverys
Radiant resonomes
Gifted of grafted
Can their be an ever prana evolutionary
Element endeavor of human Zen-nus
That soulifies our right to be, exist
Here, denote, to qualify compassionately
as a universal quotient of internalness
setting a global tone and local mise
To open yourself completely
to that unconditional
Quartz of Spirit.
1-12-2020
Tetrahedron Inception
The geometry of four equal threes,
A pyramid of tall pointy trees.
Green, red, yellow, gold,
Rainbows of music, arc through my soul,
Seeing the sounds past reds vast basses,
Symphonies of light hearing blues last traces.
Four phased spectra, aligned at the sixties,
Sweet melodic convergence of realities.
Touch, taste, smell it, too, with our senses,
Mountains lifted from the ether
With the touch of the Creator.
The tetrahedron is complete
The Red Devil starts his beat
His drums of death and doom
Another life to consume
He rages on without a care
Leaving victims everywhere
And what drives this heartless one
Who never stops until he's done
No one knows, but all care
We all live in deadly fear
Of the Red Devil on the run
He puts an end to all fun
So before you set him free
Take this advice from me
I have fought him many years
He brings almost all to tears
Yes, you can fight and win
But before you rush in
It's not an easy task
To wear that fire mask
Kicking in the door
Searching every floor
Listening for a shout
Or a peep to help you out
To find those lost inside
You have no other guide
Than a wall you crawl along
And a hose you hope is long
Face to face with this foe
All Hell's Fury he can throw
And he'll beguile you with such light
You may forget to even fight
He's a trickster that's his thing
But don't listen to him sing
Destruction his only song
And he sings it loud and long
If you'll take advice from me
When you see him you will flee
Turn around and run away
You may live another day
Green sleep red bright
Dreaming in the yellow of orange;
Blue sleep; in thy purple
Little colors stand and weep
Sweet violet in thy hue
Soft values I can paint
Secret tints and secret highlights
Little pallets sing lyrics
As thy softest glow grow the feel
Triangles as of the morning tetrahedron
O'er thy face and vertex thy crest
Rhombus thy little square doth oblong
O the ellipse wiles that sphere
In thy conical shape asleep!
When thy tessellate circle doth wake
Then the arc night shall protract
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