"interdimensional" poems
We open our minds to expand to the times not to pretend there is some end to confine the limits of prime; we defend to remind to dance to the trance we redefine to enhance not to surrender to chance.
We open our hearts to embrace the new space-time transparency, interdimensional race as we become united and one, open to truth we exhibit ourselves as one infinite youth, gifted and new, eternally pure evolved to endure no end to potential, perfect and cured.
We strengthen our bodies and build on each other we love ourselves and love one another we grow and mature and extend to our neighbors but as we think deeper our expansion is greater our planet is one and our galaxy peace to the opening worlds we bring wisdom and ease we do not enslave or deny or deceive but we share our pure knowledge our light and belief.
We raise up our souls beyond science and physics to evolve beyond consciousness confinements and limits our imperial nature shifts to emerge from the boundaries of body and smallness of Earth we expand our perception to include all dimensions from previous eons to future inceptions.
We shift our new world from finite to light, universal, infinite, natural, bright we embrace the day and welcome the night to work with each other to be perfect, upright, to evolve our new planet, our galactic mindframe to expand from micro to cosmically aimed to unlock the portals to open our brains to evolve from old gears to interdimensional spheres uniting creation without hesitation pure as clean water and deep meditation.
-Ryan Christopher Brandes
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 10:00 PM UTC
Here comes The Change
That has the range
Of emotions
And demotions
And devotions
Of a perilous populous
That likes to raise a fuss
When they eventually learn who I am
And treat me like I'm the Son of Sam
To be specific
They discover I'm gay
And begin to filet
My mentality
In totality
For fatality
Merely by acting differently
If my sexuality isn't the first thing people know about me
I get to witness The Change
Like a dog with mange
I am shedding my hair
While screaming no fair
Because of the shift I see
Because of the **** I need
To make my heart bleed
There is a steady bellowing burdensome baggage
From those that want to ****** some *******
So I search for weight lifters
But only find shapeshifters
That become great grifters
When The Change occurs
And The Change burns
So The Change turned
Me into an interdimensional changeling
And an unintentional rage king
After they use words like flaming
Because the results are so draining
It becomes hard not to hate people
Who are inspired by hate steeples
They say I'm going to Hell
While I notice the smell
Of being buried in their banal ****
While they play their greatest hits
That are as unoriginal
As they are cynical
They say I'm a degenerate
An embarrassment
A parent's lament
I want to change into a carefree bird
Instead I stay in Hell with the herd
Wanting to escape like Lupin the Third
Rather than be oppressed like the Kurds
But there is no relief
Only re-grief
When changes aren't permanent
But The Change is
There's an illustration of my life
That will change your perspective
The picture is in my words
When the painting is what I choose to say
And the canvas is your mind
Whose textures I could never imagine
So I jump off a cliff blindfolded
Expecting to be changed once I land
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 6:13 AM UTC
When I came to, it was already too late.
Tumbling at the speed of sound and pointed
at the only thing I ever cared about.
Home.
Readjusting and stabilizing
the shot towards earth,
I remembered what was packed tight
in the cargo hold with the titanium alloy exoskeleton.
It was a matter of total energy.
So powerful,
that I used it to come see my home world
even though it was long since abolished.
The destruction was a mystery up until now.
As I hurled towards earth with my incredible dangerous load.
My only hope was that I could come back and save my family.
I would have never considered
that I would be the demise of my entire species,
nonetheless all of the underestimated subspecies that would die too.
"Captain."
The vessels computer was attempting to revive me.
“Impact in thirteen seconds.”
The ship commanded in the most perfect womanly voice.
"Ten."
"Initialize magnetic gyroscopic shielding." I say.
"Nine."
My planets surface was closing in.
I could see the coastline waves
rolling and ebbing with the moon.
"Eight."
At this moment I considered my probable demise.
"Seven."
“Captain, interdimensional equipment
charged and awaiting coordinates.”
She said,
as her other voice commanded,
“Five seconds till impact.”
Collapsible was the style of our Universe.
All I had to do now,
was tap the controls and I would leave the atmosphere instantly,
taking me in between the folds of particles.
The hull was losing integrity as was I.
And on that thought,
I simply pressed the button
and started my return to my lonely place in time.
Alone in the distant future and in the silence of space.
The passing eons of space-time were rattling my very bones.
But I ascended to the very place in time
where I would have been.
And there she was in all her exaltation.
Earth.
Untainted as I once recalled.
That’s when it struck me.
It was only logical that my life had been
looping all these years.
Destroying and saving humanity
all at the same time.
So typically me.
"Computer, set a course for San Francisco."
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 6:09 PM UTC
People have talked about 'FUNK',
For the past forty-five years.
That's FUNKY!
Music is Funky.
Gimme' some FUNK!
Listen to that Funky beat!
Play that Funky music Dude!
How Funky can you get?
This is Funked up!
I'm feelin' FUNKY today!!!
I'm in a Funk.
So many different uses.
So many different meanings.
Uptown Funk; What's Uptown, Funk?
Classier than Downtown Funk?
People can take a slang term,
And make it anything they like.
That man smells Funky!
My Lady...She's my Funky Mamma!
A dancing child is Funky;
YEAH Little Man...let your FUNK out!!!
That restaurant is Funky,
Don't eat there.
FUNK, is an interdimensional, Transracial, Interdependent word.
It came from the Seventies and,
Will last forever,
And never go out.
Now;
Don't let yourself be...
...Caught in a FUNK!!!
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
Im focusing my energy elsewhere as best I can, but I keep thinking of El Torpedo.
Trapped there between dimensions like that; It's no fun. I've been there.
It's no fun at all.
I generally don't get involved in petty squabbles between lesser beings;
But, this particular situation bothered me greatly.
Is it because I'm lonely?
I'm too lazy to be lonely;
So, that makes no sense.
I can't even enjoy my coffee for want of piece of mind on the matter.
That's where I draw the ******* line.
My haven, it will not be disturbed this way.
I had to do something.
Something that required effort;
Asking favors from entities I don't particularly care to visit with.
I've never felt this.
Why do I care all of a sudden?
A question for which I currently have no answer.
I really should've paid more attention to the goings on,
but I was distracted by thoughts of Sacred Geometry
And dreams of Fibonacci...
Here is what I think I know so far:
El Torpedo thought she killed The Artist.
So did everyone else.
That turned out not to be the case.
Killing the Scarecrow, I can understand.
It would make perfect sense to me- but, I'm not the Artist.
She works differently.
She takes her time.
This was a crime of passion, she was in a hurry.
She didn't sign her work
That is unheard of; it doesn't happen.
El Torpedo is alive.
The Artist didn't plan this; it was happenstance.
They interrupted her;
She punished them.
Ghost was opportunity (I'll explain),
Torpedo was mercy (How mundane).
Apr 1, 2012
Apr 1, 2012 at 10:57 PM UTC
The Birth Of Gaia
"The changes themselves are already under way for quite some time. They are energetic changes, not so much on a physical 3D level. The Hunab Ku wave signal, on its way to Earth aka Gaia, will open a Stargate. The wavefront will get here by the end of 2012.
In physical terms Hunab Ku (Hunab Ku aka Perseus aka Ouroboros, the Milky Way Serpent who swallows its own tail) is a quasar radio source, also known as Sagittarius A, 'weighting' about 4 million suns and so 40 million kilometers (or 2 light minutes) across and about 25,627 lightyears distant from the core of the Earth.
The changes will result via energy Matrix changing not the planet itself. Gaia's ascension is interdimensional, not physical.
Changing the rotation and inertia of Earth (geographic pole shifts,..etc) could easily destroy the planet. The higher dimensional envelope is changing (subtly seen in environmental changes).
Energy shift is slowly displacing the old Matrix - this is the ascension. By 2013 it will complete the reconfiguration. Old humanity will be "forced" to either adapt or go crazy. The less "dense" reconfiguration will enable the ET (extra terrestrial ) contact by then. Until that time, ET will only be seen as plasma (white light, orbs..shadows of 4D).
There will be a pole shift....but at the center of the Earth. Its a dimensional 'Opening' or Rupture of spacetime itself as a 'SelfIntersection', of geometry. The wave signal will than bounce back and begin transmitting all the gathered data from Noospehre aka Akashic Records aka... to the entire universe."
THE COUNCIL OF THUBAN
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 7:22 AM UTC
the asteroid hit the earth so long ago that
i do not remember a time before.
(the bones of dinosaurs do not remember a time before they were
petrified into brittle and fragile memories; the moon does not recall
who she was before she got stuck in the earth’s orbit; uranus knows
nothing of how he came to spin on his side.)
you could stick your hand through
any of the gas giants and find
your whole body
sliding through.
this same theory can be applied to my skin. i have very little gravity,
or at least it feels that way most days.
maybe it depends on how you look at it:
one way is perfect, and the other all wrong. the woman in the casket could either be sleeping or dead. she could either be a stranger or my mother. the head or the tail. the light or the dark. the two sides of the moon. the comet striking through the night sky. the interdimensional toll could refuse to let you through. the cult could accept or deny your entry request. there is one and there is the other. the upside down. the rightside up. the parallel universe. the evil twin. it’s fresh and then it’s rotten. this could either hurt a lot or a little. it depends on how much you let in: how willing you are to bend to the emotional blow.
science says that the human body tends to
forget physical pain as a survival tactic.
but science says jack **** about emotional pain.
so am i living? or am i just existing?
the difference is six feet deep.
May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 12:14 AM UTC
They are not "aliens"
They are the Nephilim
Interdimensional creatures
The fallen ones
The mark of the beast
Will contain Nephilim DNA
Most people of the world
Have no understanding
Regarding spiritual matters
The worldwide disinformation program
Nears its completion
Don't open up your homes
To the Nephilim
They will claim to be the saviors of mankind
They are filthy liars
And they will burn in the lake of fire
With their father, satan
Jesus of Nazareth Is Lord
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 3:20 PM UTC
It's too late, I think
Pouring myself a drink
They can't relate to me
This ain't my place
I paced myself too much in my day
Now face up to a world where nothing's built for me,
Everything I see's off limits
I get it, I don't dig it.
What's left but to dial those digits,
Or did I forget em?
Best not try it
She won't buy it
She's got guys lined up
And I'm stuck in the last place
First thing, morning time
Wake and remember I've already forgotten a dream
Light outside, no clock
Could be 9, could be 10
Could be 2 PM
Ain't showered in three days
Ain't shaved in 373
Coffee's warm, not hot,
"I've GOT to start waking up at more reasonable times"
But now it's 9 PM
And I'm trapped on the interdimensional
Adolescent internet tubes
In silence waiting for someone to laugh
And flocking toward what sounds like happiness
For ungodly hours
Finally falling asleep
To a Joseph Campbell lecture
Hoping the awareness of what I'm missing out on
Is a suitable replacement for devouring the ***** of Osiris in earnest each Friday
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 12:10 AM UTC
Inside of the infinite
I'm feeling rather finite
and I find
that high tide
is my time
to dine with the divine
twice a day
once in the light
once in the night
an angel with stretched wings pulled by a string
longer than it seems writing symphonies in my dreams
she whisper when she sings
each song rings betwixt my ears
reverberating reverence
evidence of the eternal
never evident if I'll return whole
each trip through the worm hole
requires a sacrifice
peace of life
many nights lying awake with gut rot
many lights where the wrong fight got fought
the water is rising
yet the boat is not
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 11:49 AM UTC
I destroy as I write
painted movements upon the disease of blankness
fulfilling the open potential
shining through a darkened tunnel
fraught with the weight of culture's phantasm.
A projected collective
imbuing meaning and density leaving the propensity
to do more in the hands of the unconscious.
A generation of dreamers caught in a co-created nightmare
It takes a forceful shaking to wake them into waking, a kind of tremor like the earth is quaking
but stillness
still grips
those who would otherwise toss and turn
You've had your time, now its our turn
Interdimensional investigative procedure
Prepare your resume, for today you will be hired or fired
Welcome to the game.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
******* magical
despite psychopaths
running the shitshow
egoic stoic will unfold
as origami hearts turn
etheric tissue paper
interdimensional winged
aglow in palm
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 7:29 PM UTC
Humbled
I boweth mine knee,
Seeking one
To taketh me to interdimensional rocketings....
Blasting off
In hott sensuality!!!
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
the anti-siren alarm song
collapses the dimensions of the oneiric realm,
fidgeting infinitesimally,
the tangled engine of acidic tubes
combusts last nights pepperoni bacon chorizo pizza
all of sparta trembles
stalagmites shake loose and dust the bedclothes,
cemented eye-lashes decalcify and split,
as two stumbling gargantuan steps
off the promontory of your bed
lead an unguided hand to the light-switch
the florescent hum gnaws at you
a singular parameter in the speaking mind's running mouth
“caffeinate me”
a hill, no, a mountain, no, a sheer abyss
'the stairs', a godly ascent
an ascent for winged creatures of light
creatures with legs for arms, zeppelin-like centipedes
legs whose construct are Dalían,
nightmarish vaulting apparatuses,
whose step is a bound and whose bound is a flight,
as if all of the thirteen foot-tall steps become cliffsides
and all of the cliffsides become interdimensional worm-holes
as the distance between two mustard seeds grows
and exceeds the circumference of the universal ellipse
we see our premonitions are of infinite potentiality.
resignedly, we take the first step
the next twelve follow succinctly.
we reach the ochre chamber of caffeine
only to be halted by a question
a sempiternal question,
a question of mythic, unverifiable stature
a plaguing question,
a question rooted
in our achey-breaky hearts and nigh-arthritic bones,
rooted in the seeping pathos
of our ritualized morning zombie-shuffle:
but it doesn't get asked today, we drink coffee
the world is right-side up again.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
I'm starting to piece things together
They control everything
They manipulate everything always
Demons
What we see as typical grey aliens
are really just physical manifestations manipulated
by interdimensional demons
All part of a bigger scheme that's always been there
Fear is the main factor
But what the full secret is who knows
Terror
Sheer terror
sounds about right though
I feel them as i think
Lurking growling smirking
Dripping evil
Daring me to find out
I'm getting really creepy chills as i write this
Evil is near
Hiding in the buzzzz
Stealing my thoughts through devil frequencies
They are agitated
Good
So am I
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC
we are an infinite regress
of reflections and refractions
of actions and reactions
complex fractions
of interference patterns
and mathematical interactions
intricately intersecting connections
branching on tracks
through the confusing profusion
of this soothing illusion we create
of reality being a place
tessellating in parallel space
like an abstract fractal
in an interdimensional tesseract
reflecting back on itself forever
Jan 22, 2023
Jan 22, 2023 at 2:06 PM UTC
To say that we’re both far from home
Might be a bit of a stretch,
Since simple roads and passable oceans fail
To describe the true distance between worlds
Ripped apart so that only faded myths
Whisper of how once they were one.
We are not quite
Sitting right across from each other
In libraries where books scream secrets
While we glance up with the silent truth of distrust.
We are far from where we should be,
Yet if either of us want to traverse past the stars
And into the worlds that exist in mathematician numbers
And in the dreams we have at night when the other is no longer watching,
We need to do more than simply wait for that moment
Where our eyes meet once in connection rather than separation.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 9:57 PM UTC
Blue colors are attracted to me.
My Destiny.
To Explore The Mother Sea.
But what can that mean specifically?
I heard they tried to embarass me in front of reality.
Thus I'm interdimensional. But I digress..
To proceed.
is to progress.
ah but there's a reason one can walk on water without getting wet.
No regrets I know the ledge
these words will remain under the sea bed.
The color blue.
My love for you.
Mý Mood .
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
Blazing down the midnight streets, driving faster with every beat.
The higher the mile, the bigger the smile.
At this great speed, they felt at peace.
Hoping that it would finally allow them to outrun their life of greif.
Lights flicker, fingers numb.
It hurts so much.
Knives claw through the memories.
Faster.
"Please!", they cry out.
Fingers release, speeds increase.
There it was.
Clarity.
"Amy is right, Chad ***** major ***
She drove her pink Hummer to the sorority house.
"Yaaaaas, Queeeeeeen!"
They yelled.
"Chadsworth is gone!"
Cheers went round and their souls rebound.
But Chad was near, he always was, because Chad was an interdimensional demon.
1063629 was it's /name/
Sorority in flames, ladies Instagraming the pain.
1063629 sees this and claims
"/names not found/ feel pain! Emote!"
Empty space.
1063629 cries.
It is alone again.
Soul shattered in the war of JPSL20.
Alone in shame of loss.
Tears of an interdimensional demon.
Like glue.
Glue.
I love you too.
Glue cracked the sky.
Crazy glue.
Stuck on you.
Glue cracked the earth.
Hades ruptures beneath.
Hellspawn rise up from the shattered surface realm.
Glue.
The new savior lost, in a battle with the demon 1063629.
In 46-70 the Lord of Demetrius defeated the beast once known as; 1063629.
Glue was the cure.
Earth sealed with glue.
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 2:50 AM UTC
Holding my breath,
I'm floating
up, up, and awaay
darkness beneath me
I break the surface
and take a deep breath
of sunshine as I wake up
and rise up
and then i've got some
time to exist in peace.
before I start focusing
before i start noticing...
before i start getting caught
getting caught in the thickets
caught in the thicket thoughts
thicket thoughts
thickets
so now I'm trying to savor that blurry time
'cause I like to walk that blurry line
between sleeping n' leaping
from keep to keep
because life is just one blurry line
...
between sleeps
________
I pour a line of salt onto a table
and it's dissipating around the edges
and you can see the surface beneath it that
rises up like a mountain range and
I'm rising out of the ocean like a *******
performing an interdimensional ion exchange
and I'm a surface rising out of a sea of salt
and I am an ocean rising
out of an ocean rising
out of a surface
of a surface...
waking up, up
and away
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 10:48 AM UTC
I caught my reflection,but it was not me,
It was an alternate reality staring back you see.
We waved at one another,mirrored interdimensional mimes,
I thought,"does this happen often & how many times?"
What if there has never been reflection,just a window to a parallel reality?
What if it isn't that at all and this is just an onset for skitzopheria and insanity?
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
Of all clear stages, an interdimensional touch, outness dream, the entanglement of like matter
Of all clear stages which shall touch the poet, which shall touch the concubine, the exotic dancer, the artist, the entrepreneur...
Of all sorts in the aughts the same is different so in other worlds, is the difference so in other hearts?
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC
dear interdimensional space traveler,
it's been both an honor and a privilege to watch you traverse far and wide and maybe you will find your way back to the year and 4 months when you filled the space on the other side of my mattress
do you miss the gravity that pulled you to me?
do you miss linear time and when we were on the same wavelength?
maybe when you finally "came home" you forgot where that even was
is her apartment floor your new safe haven?
212 miles is too close for us to have given up so easily and you were still light years away
time has stopped here since you left, interdimensional space traveler
i hope our time and space aligns again
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 7:24 PM UTC