"dimention" poems
"Five directions of space"
Oneflower.
Many thorns.
Pain and love.
Creation of life.
Spreading love through movemant.
actions simply understandable.
Erasing words and madifest them into rythms.
Don't loose your passion for the flower you grab with your thoughts.
Themind to has five directions of light.
Five ways of expressing your truue self.
Art
Music
Dancing
Poetry
Martial arts.
Happy
sad
angry
worried
Scared
"Eye-I"
Its a beutifull world of the sight given by the lord "I-Eye".
Because I was brought to this world by a thought of my mother in the dark.
A spark of lightfirelove.
While my grandfather and grandmother lived.
As now they are the moon and the sun.
I was the last one seen by their eyes.
as I stayed in there minds and they took my image withtheir eyes.
In their open mindss
Able to visualize.
The mind is in a different dimention.
It can do anything.
"Destroying creations"
Destroy everything that creates ideas.
They just lead to destruction.
Worry about your intentions.
Forget your inventions.
Don't fall in temptation.
Godd bless this nation.
Ful of determination.
Flowing throiugh dimensions.
Travling through mountains.
Full of motivation.
reaching the inovations.
No misinterpretation.
As you start your reincarsination.
Trhough peace and meditation.
We will conme to our liberation.
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 8:55 AM UTC
I cannot help but give out a
"HOT CHILLI"
Dance! in a different time zone!!
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
When it is, Us
We always embrace
Complimentary vibes
In a new dimention
For a new destiny
Where to travel on
Wholeheartedly
You will begin to
Feel proud
Saying
This is a story of mine
I'm
One side of that coin
This is what
I heard
Between Yang N' Yin
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 8:53 PM UTC
Writing my letter under the same sky as you,
Then I smile to the melody you've never care about
Knowing that you're far away
And never coming back
It left memory behind, you know
That you have been in my heart
And I'm sending my letter
To the dimention you have never known
Good bye
Thank you for sending me this far
I'm going on my way now
Without you in distance
I know it is hard
But I'll try to live in my dream
There's no sorrow, no pain to feel
Or even break apart
No, I know it is a lie
But hey, this fairy tale is over
You are good in my good bye
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC
Midnight Lament
FROM SALT A WORD OF
THOUGHT, A BREATH NOT
OCEAN,NOT AIR. A FEEL WITH
HEART, A TOUCH OF MIND, A
PROFOUND DIMENTION OF
ECSTACY. IN AND OUT OF LONG
HALLS THAT ECHO , ONLY ONE
YET Weighed IN BY A LIBERTY
YIELDED A PROMISE OF BONES
AND DUST GROWS VELVET
BLOOM THORNED. THE WELPS
OF LIGHTNING HEAD TO FOOT
FORGED A GLOW IN MY HEAD. A
STEAMING AMAZON CRESTING
AN OCEAN OF BLISS, THIS WORD
PASSES LIPS WITH EASE OF
BREATH.
Larry Dewayne Bible
Copyright 2000 Larry Dewayne Bible
Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 4:22 AM UTC
Sharp angles
pause for the greater effect
of the picture being portrayed
by the puppets who ensue
the damage
Jagged lines
lay still and juxtapose
the sharp angles
in an entangled
bounty of emotional
mess
Arches
sweep across
bridging the destruction
with the emotion and
create meaning
while
Color
brushes itself along
adding a dimention of
clarity and purpose
Circles
which are there for
no reason at all
do not even realize
they are a part of the picture
but pretend that they too
contribute
Texture
pops the colors and the lines
and gives them a realistic
tone and quality
People
who look upon them
do not see the beauty
or the grandeur
or the time
or the raw emotion
or the painstaking amount of work
or the love
or the hatred
They see sharp angles, jagged lines, arches, color, circles and texture out of context
with the world they see,
and so: they see nothing.
Apr 4, 2010
Apr 4, 2010 at 12:05 PM UTC
Not a good beginning.
Though the ending is good.
Specks of energy ending life.
Zooming into the waterfall.
Is not isn't it?
Can the worst still come?
Misinterpretations and bird calls.
The fever is the cure.
Grand overused.
Over underused.
Seeing the released steam,
You make a new turn
To replace your last one.
The path is worn out
So you slip a new one in place.
The time is up for your inspiration;
The monks are ending their chant.
Look to your new direction,
And find a new dimention.
While writing chalk on chalk,
You find an intrest.
You hear the screams of made up animals,
and steam engines.
The clicks and clacks of spinning.
The ticks of a new idea.
But you dismiss it.
It's all in your head, right?
It's not like anybody else can hear it.
You write it down to save a note,
But words are left in limbo;
But the words are cut short.
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 9:18 PM UTC
FROM SALT A WORD OF THOUGHT, A BREATH NOT OCEAN
NOT AIR A FEEL WITH HEART, A TOUCH OF MIND A
PROFOUND DIMENTION OF ECSTACY. IN AND OUT OF
LONG HALLS THAT ECHO ONLY ONE YET WADE IN BY
A LIBERITY YIELDED A PROMISE OF BONES AND
DUST GROWS VELVET BLOOM, THORNED. THE WELPS
OF LIGHTNING HEAD TO FOOT FORGED A GLOW IN
MY HEAD. A STEAMING FOAMING AMAZON CRESTING
AN OCEAN OF BLISS, THIS WORD PASSES LIPS WITH
EASE OF BREATH.
Jun 23, 2012
Jun 23, 2012 at 4:12 AM UTC
the country isn't poor at all:
the wealth is just hoarded,
and goes rotten, and skeletons of industry rust.
people are starved, drowned, blown up; profits are made,
the country isn't poor at all:
the wealth travelled north - taken - into open arms,
those brave souls in flight who followed
were left to the waves or destitution.
the country isn't poor at all:
the wealth is just hoarded,
hundreds of thousands of houses are empty,
and skeletons of industry rust.
the country isn't poor at all:
the wealth is just hoarded,
and goes rotten.
justice will take more than just good deeds:
open the borders, break down the walls!
produce and allocate according to need,
and there will be enough—for us all!
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
this habitation of the mind
bone, skin and muscle
has the power to travel
anywhere its imagination goes
leaving behind for awhile
constrictions of place and time
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 11:43 AM UTC
Dare to believe
It's the new dimention in understanding
Dare to believe
What do you have to loose
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 6:39 PM UTC
My love for you is dark
Dark meaning it happened no matter how hard I tried to stop it, its darkness
My love for you has no reason
Reason meaning I saw no flaws flowing on you nor perfection predicting me having a list elaborating the reasons of you belonging to me
Its undefined
Undefinable with no condition
Unconditional is the love I bear for you
And when I'm with you silly I become
Losing all senses assumed to be common
In you I find myself lost
Control is what I have when you streach hands squeez me with your arms , tapping my backside with your fingers I swear I'm an instrument a piano being played
You try to kiss me and I look away and smile you kiss my neck
Strangely I shut my eyes imagining wings growing on my back flying you away to some dimention unheard of nor discovered by our kindexposing a naked me to a fully undressed you dancing to a lustful tone satisfying each creature drawing air that hits a lung and right before I know it your tongues are playing I recall what is about to happen and look away I open my eyes only to be glued to yours
Feeling a feeling that turns me a fool
Therefore sweetypie
My love for you has no reason nor conditions
I assume it reaL
It contains rest, trust and fear
Insecurities and arrogance
My love for you rests whithin me
For how long is the true question to be asked not why do I have love for you
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
She fell into a happy medium between feeling and not where she could experience emotions without being whisked away by them into a dimention with no doors or windows.
Content with the mildness of an average day.
Very nearly satisfied.
She mirrored the images that were projected onto the screen in front of her.
Her waxy smile smearing as the heat pressed down on her.
Her drug of choice was love and she always paid the price.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
Its a beutifull world of the sight given by the lord "I-Eye".
Because I was brought to this world by a thought of my mother in the dark.
A spark of lightfirelove.
While my grandfather and grandmother lived.
As now they are the moon and the sun.
I was the last one seen by their eyes.
as I stayed in there minds and they took my image withtheir eyes.
In their open mindss
Able to visualize.
The mind is in a different dimention.
It can do anything.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 11:09 AM UTC