"tesseract" poems
Sacred fires burning bright
Purging the flesh of my being
Becoming one with the light
Scorching the cells of my mortal body
4 Illuminate
3 the masses
4 Self-immolate
3 to ashes
1 break
3 conciousness
4 cosmic I lapse
3 death cleanses
8 dissipate into the nether
4 essence of life
3 extinguished
4 the chains that bind
3 relinquished
1 Pain
3 Surging through
4 Serenity
3 Gleaming blaze
I, long to be cosmic,
dissipate into illumination
To, become the nether -
to lapse in lost
consciousness
Then I shoot off in space and time,
soaring through illusions
Light years from reality,
distant pixels
8 Obsessing through the tesseract,
6 scouring past illusions
7 beyond spatiality,
4 distant pixels
Drifting, no sense or feel
Flames of color, figments of my creation
Drift in-to the surreal,
Chasing fractals defragments my cognition
Dreaming in discordance
Life confined in simulation
A glitch in the matrix
Lies conceived through my perception
Breathe
I, long to be spectral,
fluctuate right through this oscilation
To, attain the ether -
planetary
cognizance
Then I shoot off in space and time,
soaring through illusions
Light years from reality,
distant pixels
Obsessing through the tesseract,
scouring past illusions
beyond spatiality,
distant pixels
Drifting, no sense or feel
Flash of colors, figments of my creation
Drift in-to the surreal,
Chasing fractals defragments my cognition
Dreaming in discordance
Life confined in simulation
A glitch in the matrix
Lies conceived through my perception
Breathe
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 5:46 PM UTC
crawlways aching for the idiot. that's me. that's a little harsh. we're only even with the world, then I wake up and ask for applesauce, or applause, because I'm a great tesseract under a strong thumb. so, are you snatching the smoke from my wildfire, the iron from my soil? I meant from my soul? no, sarcasm is ok. now how to be unmade into mulch and microchips! it's a wonder what they think of me, the foxglove in khaki pants, fire to herself, moody animal - too hispanic for their sun. resigned to being the mouth kissed for good luck, the cave-eyed ******* of a piece of gold and a cup of mud. now, to give up the secret password -
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 10:03 AM UTC
Sacred fires burning bright
Purging the flesh of my being
Becoming one with the light
Scorching the cells of my mortal body
lluminate
The masses
Self-immolate
To ashes
Break,
Conciousness
Cosmic I lapse -
Death cleanses;
Dissipate into the nether
Essence of life
Extinguished
The chains that bind
Relinquished
Pain ~
Surging through
Serenity;
Gleaming blaze
Then I shoot off in space and time,
soaring through illusions
Light years from reality,
Distant pixels
Obsessing through the tesseract,
Scouring past illusions
Beyond spatiality,
Distant pixels
Drifting, no sense or feel
Flames of color,
figments of my creation
Drift in to the surreal;
Chasing fractals,
defragments my cognition
Dreaming in discordance
Life confined in simulation
A glitch in the matrix~
Lies conceived
through my perception;
Breathe
I, long to be spectral,
fluctuate right through this oscilation
To, obtain the ether -
Planetary cognizance
Then I shoot off in space and time,
soaring through illusions
Light years from reality,
distant pixels
Obsessing through the tesseract,
Scouring past illusions
beyond spatiality,
distant pixels
Drifting, no sense or feel
Flames of color,
figments of my creation
Drift in to the surreal;
Chasing fractals,
defragments my cognition
Dreaming in discordance
Life confined in simulation
A glitch in the matrix~
Lies conceived
through my perception;
Breathe
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 1:02 AM UTC
I.
I wake up, wake up, as if
hearing the solitary leaves fall
in the breeze
in this late night:
Is that you? My pulse,
freezes for a moment.
Or just
a face in the crowd?
Did you not die?
or did I
wish you out of my life?
Is this, a nightmare?
Or just
my fragmented plane?
II.
Come, friend, let me inspect your wounds:
ah, have they healed well!
You have always been
a sort of miracle-worker.
What was the need for all that pain then?
Oh those carefree
days bygone of Nazareth!
Where we learned
to chisel our destiny.
And ran after severed kites floating away
in the dust winds.
What was
his name who we learned
Aleph from?
III.
Oh this pain:
of life, growing out,
growing out
like a sapling out of
a crack crumbling
out of an ancient wall:
do the skies weep out
in commiseration now at our fate?
I hugged an ideal;
and now I am outcasted.
And I am outcasted.
IV.
Do you hang on your
Tesseract
my friend, broadcasting
your assumed pain about
in the four dimensions?
I know them four well.
Three of space
and the fourth, of pain:
pain, concealed, hidden
in our
cursed world of normal dimensions
V.
Who do we change?
Do we change?
Isn't all change death?
Die, die, I die:
Die, friend! Die, Relation!
And now
in the darkness I am awake
counting
the shadows of falling leaves.
Why am I alone
in this deep night? Where kin
mine own? Is that you,
that face, the
face I saw in the crowd?
Did you not die? I heard of it.
Never gathered the courage
to come, see for myself.
VI.
What was
his name who we learned of
Eli and Abraham from?
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 9:38 AM UTC
What would we create if we didn't
Care how others saw our art?
Would we write the exact same poems
Were we not collecting hearts?
Sometimes I really wonder
Whether what I say would be more true
If what I wrote were just for me
And not to share with all of you
We know when we are being watched
And it makes us act different
Instead of simply doing, being
Now we try to represent
This goes not just for humans
But for subatomic particles
I read about it in some kind of
Scientific article
How many eyes are watching me
And altering the way I act?
I hide in a cube in 3D
Somewhere it is a tesseract
Sometimes it's much more fun
To think about this process in reverse
I stare into the starlit sky
And rearrange the Universe
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 5:32 AM UTC
Suspended by chains
The inner chamber is kept
Safe from prying eyes
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 10:52 AM UTC
paranoid eyes
run infinite eights
try to see the angles
in this tesselated state
look beyond the holographic
mind recalibrate
repeat the mantra
to the self
differentiate
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
I'm caught in this tesseract
And I've never understood
Why I box myself up.
These thoughts
Like lightening
Penetrate my skull
And I was always told to
"Let it go"
But how long do I go
Before the thoughts fall
And I catch them again?
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 10:06 PM UTC
A Modest Tesseract
Arrival followed by immediate transaction
Intentions were concrete, yet unsure
Preparation was not absent, nor thought out
And the music played on
Lights became dim, as did the sun
Change set in, for it was time
Many things do change
And the music played on
Through forest, and desert
Black became white
Day became night
And the music played on
Conversation absorbed the atmosphere
Secrets came out
Doors became unlocked
And the music played on
Such music, an effortless loop
Entrancing, perhaps sedating
With notes to channel flowing emotion
And the music played on
This life was exhausted
The day is now night
A florescent light restored
A deep breath, a resting mind
Afraid to go further
The music stopped.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 11:45 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
Phrenic prospectus imagination's immaturity. Dimensional delineation protractive analysis. Zoomorphic zoolatry's social contiguity's demagoguery. Elan vital's apotheosis, oneiromancy's vicariously recalcitrant futurity fatidic. Prescience clairaudience clairvoyant, astral projection's distance traveled-time spent to dynamic progressiveness, objectified manifest's diminutive minutia iotas, exponentially extemporaneous. Flirtatious flamboyance extravagantly exorbitant laborious beleaguerment's hypercritically meticulous tedium. Carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma's incarnate. Fabulist facade fantasia, tesseract, exserted protuberance trapezoidal quadrilateral, rubato rhombus. Swarthy ******** swath swizzles, unicorn railway nails, down here at the bizarre bazaar we all believe in the blasphemous farcical fugue-ness, estranged ensemble orchestrations and all. Accidence ambience acoustics, diction's enunciation repartee's rhetoric. Retrospectively retroactive aorist actuator's attenuating arbitration's eidetic amendment. Biologism beholden corporeally preternatural's alluvium aloof impunity. Extremity's adjunct juxtaposition's transpositional interlude's prophylaxis protocols. Transcendent nimbus nimiety exorcist. Proximity parameter perimeter peripherals, harpy harsh hast propinquity habitation's harbingers of harangued. Exude emote imbue. Impetus intrigue's intuitional intrepid, transcendent translucence and opaque opulence.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 1:43 AM UTC
A Mass cursed with half breaths
Time has a bad habit of persisting
Dreads nought and
Synthetic elements tryst-ing
Manhood hunter
On tesseract railways
The day taps at the glass
Her smile so thin she breaks
Saint Drake, never
But a whisper
Seconds in psychotic quakes
I’m with her
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC
a sadomasochist was ill
she ate too many rainbow pills
a unicorn reflected in
her eyes, and armed with a big knife.
It stabbed and stabbed and stabbed and latched
(in triplet four-three signature)
her head with a large tesseract,
it laughed and danced to d-major.
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 12:24 PM UTC
I've slept away my years,
Tucked into a plexiglass capsule.
The computer constantly plotting,
And calculating to get me home.
I dream of home,
Of my family and friends.
Of those that will be gone when I return.
I make use of tesseract travel.
Because a straight line
Between two points
Is not the fastest way
To cross the distance.
Instead I cut a hole on each end of the road,
And stitch them together.
I travel faster than light.
Faster than thought.
Faster than the musings of Gods.
Interstellar travel is uneventful.
At least if you're inside the ship.
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC
Time folded on top of itself.
I see you in the edges of this kaleidoscope of string. I am never looking directly at you.
You exist in the spaces where light reflects in a different direction.
I have seen you in memories you were never a part of,
You, the ghost,
You, the peregrine I watch wistfully from a window.
I will tuck you in the vast expanses of forever hiding beneath the tides.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 10:51 PM UTC
Phrenic prospectus imagination's immaturity. Dimensional delineation protractive analysis. Zoomorphic zoolatry's social contiguity's demagoguery. Elan Vital's apotheosis, oneiromancy's vicariously recalcitrant futurity fatidic. Prescience clairaudience clairvoyant, astral projection's distance traveled-time spent to dynamic progressiveness, objectified manifest's diminutive minutia iotas, exponentially extemporaneous. Flirtatious flamboyance extravagantly exorbitant laborious beleaguerment's hypercritically meticulous tedium. Carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma's incarnate. Fabulist facade fantasia, tesseract, exserted protuberance trapezoidal quadrilateral, rubato rhombus. Swarthy ******** swath swizzles, unicorn railway nails, down here at the bizarre bazaar we all believe in the blasphemous farcical fugue-ness, estranged ensemble orchestrations and all. Accidence ambience acoustics, diction's enunciation repartee's rhetoric. Retrospectively retroactive aorist actuator's attenuating arbitration's eidetic amendment. Biologism beholden corporeally preternatural's alluvium aloof impunity. Extremity's adjunct juxtaposition's transpositional interlude's prophylaxis protocols. Transcendent nimbus nimiety exorcist. Proximity parameter perimeter peripherals, harpy harsh hast propinquity habitation's harbingers of harangued. Exude emote imbue. Impetus intrigue's intuitional intrepid, transcendent translucence and opaque opulence.
Feb 17, 2024
Feb 17, 2024 at 12:42 AM UTC
Somebody knocked at his window.
It was a dull, haunting sound.
Black tar filled a fearful, splintered mirror.
Something invisible touched his scruff.
That was a day, but the light faded into the night.
A cacophony of whispers shrouds his fearful heart.
It was so good, it was all right, as a sweet lullaby…
Who let a black Tesseract of doubt into his mind?
Exposed to both sides of black-and-white magicians,
playing their deceptive songs, their juggling tricks.
The human weeps for what could have been—
for devouring hunger, unfinished great plans…
Let him complete his painful catharsis,
let salty tears touch these deep wounds.
But when the next day comes,
tell him there are many more lost out there…
You know the truth: hell is hiding
in the black Tesseract of our heads and hearts…
Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC
earth wakes like a blinking marble
worm cake
ravine of ravenous hunger
breathing bowl of fruit
and black hole cauldron
of spit and sediment
where life grows like debt
disembodied skyward souls
who's haloed ground
a funeral coif
of etched intaglio grim headstones
that remain arcane symbols
of refuse underworlds
sunken under black beds
shaped like centuries of tragedy
in moldering graves
and dusty trailer park archaeologies
cosmologies eclipse
open pleasures and sultry winds
that form charades of architype golden eyes
impregnating us with dreams
like animated tarot cards
while body-caged man-o-spheres
on apocalyptic mountain sides
crawl and claw in endless nights to thrive
with every breath and squalid gasp
***
we propel ourselves through this life
by sacrificing the present for the future
in arduous labors of discord
and glowering autopsies
of smoke & blood
until we remain
unable to live with ourselves
i vaguely remember
traveling disembodied
like a new sun
past empty hulled tenements
where the living dead
perform soap opera cameos
as sliding doors
open and shut
like switchblades
on withered clanking subways
of shuffling bones
all the way to Hades
time bruised and beaten
bedlam of age
we each fall forgotten
grey as pulping zombies
shuttering downwards
from primordial nuclides
of contagion and death
gossiping Doppelgangers
on tesseract winds
witnessed energized prodigies
teaching the dead to construct dreams
with drum stick rhythms
and flutes of savage craving
in meta whirls
that mobilize astral spitfires
faster than tachyons
in a forever extravagant next world
monster infinity
Feb 26, 2021
Feb 26, 2021 at 3:07 PM UTC