"holo" poems
*in William Blake's
hologram of fame..
each grain of sand
in beaches we know
contains a universe..
and in each
those beaches again
with grains for us
to look once more
and find..
in the poet's frame
holo-science might
new Reality claim...?*
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC
Speedy data transfer vine
indexed in junk DNA
Instantanious communication
no possibility of delay?
Holo-fractal hookups.
Is everyone on the line?
or
are we listen--ing too slow
are our ears to big to tell
ack from nak, yes from no
The solution? maybe
Quantum time!
Just one eternal grandfather clock
with only a TIC,
never a TOC
delays maybe caused by reneade gyres
like intestellar,
"slowdown feller"
invisible, swirls, with gushing spires.
E-fracting for minutes, hours, years
decades, eons, epics and more.
As pools of whirls slow,
there appear open doors.
but
The locks are no where to be found
The keys?
All scattered on the floor.
What is that, hissing sound?
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
Our vision of the future
is changing, oh
so fast,
that sometimes tomorrow
seems just like
the past.
As we look from the shadow
that time
has cast.
Will we control gravity?
With wiggles from
the sky,
travel to the stars as soon
as we learn, again,
to fly.
Communicate thru DNA
with vast "we nets"
I ask WHY!
It seems, do we assume that
the acients were so
ultra dumb.
When they had the tech-no wit
to understand the
Aether hum.
Wonders from back in the day.
Were built by whom?
The aliens?
I'm not talking immigrants
but tiny green folks
from beyond:
"the stars"
Who tweaked our inner programming?
E-volved us into
bio-crystal
jars.
And
Who's adjusting us today?
Perhaps our ancient
grandpa's.
Maybe not men from
Mars.
Our dreams? Teleportation
space flight, levetation.
Traveling thru
"The Time"
Manipulating, pouring
imigaes, into our skulls of quantum
fibered
slime.
Holo-decks with lights and sound.
Full access is granted
when we become
"The Mime"
Meditate, like we are them.
We are all air fish, learn to swim
thru water that is
very thin.
Surf the waves like crazy loons.
Sing out loud, those inner tunes.
Life's just one big
lagoon.
So,
Don't *** in the water.
Act much more like you ought-er
Be more than just
fool fodder.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC
*Two or three
gathered
or more..
tribes and nations
families
June lilac petals
the universe..
Each is searching
for illusive identity..
Then into our
organs and cells
the joining somehow
of local and large..
Quietly listening now
to holo-gram whispers
from each and all..
all contains each
and each all..
Whispers ask us
to find ourselves
on roadways with
two destinations
always arriving
and departing from
ports of call:
Each and All...*
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 2:12 PM UTC
Prisoners on a planet
blue
fenced in, locked in
by a dream.
Makes no difference
if it's true.
Choice: Starve to death or
join the team.
Just one REAL big cell
but, OH!
what a view!
Incarcerated by see-thru
air.
H2O from the gods
in the sky.
Heat and light from a sun:
do not stare.
Gravity ******* so we,
can not fly.
No way to complain?
You may
grow your hair.
Listen to daft music
crank it up real loud
make the old folks quiver
appear cock-sure, so proud.
Ethanol for you livers
arrows for your stealth weapons: bows.
Just don't defy "The Givers"
Don't make a face.
Don't hold your nose.
Authority is the rule
There is NO such thing as cruel
All you learnt in FREEDOM school
(tiny jails for tiny fools)
How to use the "feed me" tools
(dunce hat corners, tiny stools)
Will be usefull in you futures:
Jobs!
Polluting, lakes and rivers.
PS:
Free swimmig pools.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
blue sky
holo sky
egotica
gentle clouds
delicious sides
I look at you
and I see the water
through her excitement
transparent ghosts
reflective consciousness
on removable media
free hard drives
from sadness and longing
empty place holy
They lie on a torrent gifts
Life is made up of images
Music is Life
no mystery
all on the surface
offensively
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 6:02 AM UTC
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detected with the virus and bacteria.
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in the HMAH (NHH). However,
it also participates in the process
of Ubuntu. In order unauthorized
application of three or more numbers,
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and the final virus, hydrogen cyanide
protein from plastic foil. Another Healthy
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with the UBB + 1 protein associated with
Alzheimer's disease. Examples of the disease and poliions.
The disease is hegemony
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 7:20 PM UTC
Echoes of laughter come to me
From deep within the chambers of my ship
Where are the voices coming from-
I was alone at the start of my trip.
Are they real or imagined?
Faces appear and disappear
None I recognize as being mine.
They are always watching when I sleep, when I bathe, when I work, when I dine-
All of the time.
Are they real or imagined?
If two years in space have weakened me
What can I expect from the next three?
I can sustain my life, I know
But can I sustain my former reality?
I want to believe it is happening,
and not just a holo-image of my brain.
The visitors are more frequent now-
I’ve made a breakthrough to a higher plane.
Are they real or imagined?
Am I real or imagined?
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
My canvas relaxed in front of me,
a brush in my hand and colors splattered all over my palette.
"How do I color you with one but show a wide spectrum?"
My brain circulates my head and over and then it YELLED :
"USE HOLO, *****
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
What to write, when the words hang tight on the rope
The days are filled with possibility and endless hope
So many options and choices to be made
As my physical youth slowly fades
My mind a castle built on teal marble stones of bliss and desire
For what else am I alive but to build and inspire
Theres a fine wire that hangs from the head
Of the dusty old French maiden now an echo in the wind and dead
To leave a legacy or just to simply exist
As does the pretty fluffy kitten in the lap of a miss
We wander in wonder to learn the ways
Through keen wide eyes a curious soul does sway
A feather on a bird, A dust in the wind
Holographic existence a mango slowly ripened
Not hollow like all hollows eve
or a ghosts empty sleeve
holo like hello, lets get ready to take a dive
for today with a slow inhale we are alive
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 4:34 PM UTC
Where shall I roam in search of mine most desire
To rove distances till all of Earth I have dolven
Deep ravines, summits, seas, caverns...
Wilt I then obtain mine desire
For if to see in whole existence, how sooth canst any covet proclaim
It is holo, I myself so too hollow
Whereof dost I live for - to request for not life and so life to not request me
Of whom hath left me here to crave, to lust
I am fainéant...
Yet I wander, in vitality
...in appetency.
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 7:09 AM UTC
sappy lately, maybe happy lately,
maybe lately just greatly lonely?
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
launched Meghan Markle into royalty
American divorcee
catapulted from “AA” to “Zed”
at break neck speed, and with cachet wed
Prince Harry, and soon
twill begetting, bestowing,
and bewitching her
chromo somal thread
(complementing, furthering, and
weaving together "Quod Erat
Demonstrandum", or QED
for short) within United Kingdom
coat of arms, perhaps
naming the first heir Ned,
and according one online
dictionary definition and ken
translates as French
(Old English) name Eadmund,
meaning rich or happy,
and protective akin
to a mother hen,
not just mollycoddling
hatchlings, but even
shelling out care
on a wing and a prayer
long after offspring
fly the coop and been
fending for themselves,
perhaps merely earning
chicken scratch wage,
assigning doomed fate,
sans cooked usage
if perchance "chick(s)"
go thru a foul stage
within their duff
fenceless hierarchy,
where pecking order doth rage
worse case scenario, would presage
finding errant peep(s)
sent to gaol,
not much bigger than a bird cage,
unless they comprise
noble henny age,
ideally taken in as a pet
by newly bridled
Duchess of Sussex
treated like totally
tubularly true blue blood
with opulent accommodations
(cheaply) tricked out
with life size Tyrannosaurus Rex
(spoiler alert: actually done
with special effe Hex
with latest computer graphics
showing rippling reptiles flex
sing and holo
graphic smoky mirrors)
intending "FAKE"
balances and checks
to boondoggle aggressive paparazzi,
one of whom includes
Meghan Markle's ex.
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 7:29 PM UTC