"dodecahedron" poems
There’s a fifth elemental
bottled up inside,
and I’ve found myself
in biomimicry
light as the airs
lamenting
that this too too earthy flesh,
no platonic object,
of fiery desires,
could atomize and rise
to watery dote,
where true hearts float
and all honesty lies
with a fine print of boasted
bullet-points
and side-splitting effect:
*The meaty much we do
means little
mixed in the cosmic stew*
*Arms are best for putting round,
but when putting right’s left out,
it’s better to put down*
*What cleans a surface,
even tears, can also stain,
given enough time*
*Take the cleansing solution,
and wipe them
down to their gleaming steel*
*Then weld the twelve
couple-less, cautionary signs
to fashion a finer form*
I could pack infinity
into that very finite dodecahedron,
with this one simple observation:
The glow reflected on your face
is the most beautiful
my light has ever been.
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 6:37 AM UTC
i'd like to live in the geometry
of your body
like the cut of your kneecap
and the planes of your cheek
build myself along the rays
growing from your fingers
like so many smokestacks
the dodecahedron
Platonic in my orbit
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 7:37 PM UTC
you hold my heart
and then listen as I pour it out
you erase my doubt
feel close, when we're apart
you counsel me well
offer when you see a need
and you know how I bleed
gentle direction, no need to yell
whispers of adoration
your fingers caress the line
of torment before your life touched mine
multi-faceted vocation,
dodecahedron love,
sent to me from above
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
Kaleidoscopes form on my way to extinguish the sun
Imma replace it with a disco ball
It's time to party and I am the boogeyman
(Charles Darwin should have seen Tarzan)
We are connected by Dodecahedron patterns but
Earth's geomagnetic field no longer supports two lovers
We are traveling by spirals not snakes and ladders
(Hausdorff dimension fractals)
Dance into different time capsules
Fly way above without a passport
Tongue tied only speak forth logos
Separate all your protons come show me you're a photon
(purple clouds up in the sky
Dropping tears
Come watch me cry
Cause I!!!!!! Don't know how I got here
But help me get out!
I tell you science is a lie
The truth is found right deep inside
You and I!)
Lots of bandwidth spectrums of light frequencies
Malevolent 3D and 4D light beings playing trickster roles
Destroying third world countries
Ai vs Si (synthetic intelligence)
Block the new entries
Remember the fall of Atlantis?
Do you believe you evolved from the UFO monkeys? Or were you mining gold for the annunaki?
Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 10:49 AM UTC
where do i even begin? to point
into five outward points is an idea that
only translucent particles of nothing or everything
can enjoy with real, unwashed hands.
the glassy revery of daffodils
and powers of numbers stretch
to an aether, a void worth unmentioning, unforgetting,
reforgetting and rementioning.
i say goodnight, even if we're already dreaming,
and maybe the night might undo its amnesia.
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
glimmer,
soft silhouette.
an outline so evocative.
a strange desire to sing the unwise,
to catch a name and raise a fist,
to bare a few words,
and claim this evening,
from an otherwise drunken mood.
habitual courage summoned at the sweat of another drink,
a committee of stoic voices living inside of me.
passed down through a millennia of spanish men
incessantly clamouring for more whiskey.
incessantly advising
to just breathe and let go.
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 10:23 PM UTC
Thinking back I wasn't half bad
You made fun of my name
Saying its shamed
You have so many faces
You can be a real pain but you can mostly make up for it
You ignore your other faces
Everytime I bring It up you cant speak
You like listening to oasis
You said I might not like it
But I thought it was racist
And you're so dissuasive
We go through this on a regular basis
Turning the pages hoping we'd find a new solution
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 3:36 PM UTC
burning hot yet cold // this vitreous gem
rhombic dodecahedron // whos congruency lies yet
disallowed to be worn as // dryness means bareness
fasting in dry heat // remembering sins wages
evocative of a bone licked // by an unwavering rod
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 5:17 PM UTC