"timespace" poems
A
Not No Logos, Klein.
What about anti-logo
Using the figure as the foci
But leaving the message in the medium
Both in the back and foreground
Then we yell fore and the foreground becomes the background
2
Always remembering hierarchy but always forgetting Plutarch
Is this is a disambiguation?
Did I confuse Parallel Lives with Plutarchy?
3
So we grid it out.
GOTO Vitruvio ...
4
Trying hard to balance can create imbalance this we rationalize through irrationality.
3.14159265359 ...
5
Symmetry ... .. . ~ . .. ... assymetrY
Stressing the *** in asymmetry
And what about the meeting of Apollo and Dionysus and the Apollonian/Dionysian duality?
6
Rhythm:
3:3 ; 4:4 ; 7:4 ; salt peanuts . .. ... windtalkers
7
White space is an access point for flow, Tao, source .... this is where my batteries recharge
8
Every element is mindfully placed; an element of gestalt ism "shape form", is this analogous to timespace?
Is the whole other than the sum of its parts? GOTO Miller-Urey II nested inside Babylon Falling
Both are self organizing, none the less. Such wholesome folk we are.
9
The patterns found in isolation parallel both linear and crossing elements and the instructions always coming from a double helix. GOTO The Dance of the Double Helix
... and always adding depth and motion ... kinematic to the statics. GOTO Introducing Happiness
10
Type faces are interfaces so be consistent ... you Paranoid Android!
J
Always K.I.S.S.ing
Q
And in motion means modularity is a must
K
Peaks and valleys can be better understood at the Red Onion or maybe just by peeling back the layers (of life)
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
I dreamt that I was in a cathedral I had never seen before
It was empty and serene
It was daytime, yet the candles were lit
The stained glass windows did not allow for too much light
I was wearing formal attire
It was then that I observed a child standing in the left isle
He seemed overcome by sadness and desperately lonely
The young boy came closer
At once he grasped me around my waist
He held me in a tight embrace
His little hands would not let me go
We were caught in a timespace
No words were spoken
Until the distraught boy broke the silence
Please, can I come home with you he pleaded
Though I recognised him from somewhere, I did not know him
Within a blink of an eye we were at home
The boy seemed happy to have found a safe dwelling
And I experienced a sensation of wholeness
Suddenly I woke from my dream within a daze
Trying to gather my thoughts
Trying to make sense of it all
Was it real or just a dream I wondered
Who was that child, and why did he look so incredibly familiar?
But the day had begun and the sun was bursting through the clouds
I stumbled to the bathroom, splashed my face with cold water ... looked in the mirror
At once I realised who the young boy was
It was me … Yes, me ...
I was the child who needed time and space to heal and grow
At an appointed time we met and merged
The pieces of a broken puzzle had come together
The inner child had finally come home
Jul 15, 2021
Jul 15, 2021 at 3:40 PM UTC
... Or a black hole
In timespace
A supermassive
Imploding thought
Paradox
Pulling
Realities in
And bending all rules
Of existence
Along a splendid
Event horizon.
A single atom
With mass
And gravitational pull
Equalling a large mountain
Devouring all light
Unless friction
of objects heated
From falling
And interaction
Sparks light
Perplexingly fantastic
Brighter than a thousand suns.
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 4:22 AM UTC
( ) to be decided later
2 . waaaa mommy i want my stock portfolio diversified
#? " chocolate pudding , smuckers ice cream topping, flushit
My country has no borders tyranasaurous rex eating veal
4. This is the truth as it can be represent by a model however inperfect . hey wanna go bACK TO MY PLACE?! :) NUDGE
5 i forgot what this was remember to remember it later when you ar4e relaxed.
^ 6 i only eat vegaterians that are under the age of ( ) - 60 years
its all relative and fun when you get away foxing outfoxing , convincing yourself of plans being worth planning for and carry you through timespace
&7 . We are we being is
Apr 24, 2010
Apr 24, 2010 at 2:30 PM UTC
I bind to you like carbon,
but you are like the electron, neither here nor there...
The molecule never forms.
We fall back into our elemental essences--
This was not the first time; we have touched before,
but we are not like the building blocks of life clashing into one another until from lifelessness life springs.
No, we are like sagittal and transverse planes
At odds with one another's dimensional cues.
Yet our lines are bound to cross, as all dimensions intersect.
I get stuck in these corners we form,
but there are no corners in the Universe.
When I see this I am free of you
I pass through you like light through clear crystal,
suddenly aware of my dimension--
All the parallel fibers of timespace around me...
Together we travel into eternity.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 1:12 AM UTC
watching the
ants
crawl
up and
down
legs of
the table next to
my chair
crawling up
the potted plant
on said table
i think they are trying to
use a language
to tell me something
some things
or
whatever
time
t i m e
stretches outside the tick
tock
i am three hands to the wind
wasted on timespace paused
i can't finish it
be kind
please rewind ti m e
nah
entropy is way blah
but ghost memes claw
crawl
i'll take molecules unbound
over that
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
A spiralling ascent
Along the world's edge
Sweatdrops fall
To a below without sunlight
Boot dust
Llamas labour under supply packs
Hoof beat lantern dance
Shadows cast on the cliff face
Distorted we loom
Above the mute fog of humanity
Summitous
Awash in the final dawn
The old Inca smiling sprouts his knife
Ancient tapestral landscape
Exhales into us
Curvously infolding
The old Inca holds out his hands
The knife cuts horizontally
Reality opens like a book upon a tabletop
There, he says,
Pointing to the infinite space between where the sky in the past met the land
Timespace lies like a discarded washcloth
And we see dimly through the mists—
There, he says,
Pizarro could not follow us,
And we see dimly through the mists—
The neon lights of
Neoqusqo
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 11:24 AM UTC
A black hole
In timespace
A supermassive
Imploding thought
Paradox
Pulling
Realities in
And bending all rules
Of existence
Along a splendid
Event horizon.
A single atom
With mass
And gravitational pull
Equalling a large mountain
Devouring all light
Unless friction
of objects heated
From falling
And interaction
Sparks light
Perplexingly fantastic
Brighter than a thousand suns.
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 6:26 AM UTC
i am openshut basket case.
a real cool hand luke
who throws febrile shade
on all
the things.
step on the corona of my silhouette
and i wet gods red
with bottled up passive agro tactics.
king.
crown.
thrown
into
this ****
i didnt ask for it;
so, now im asking
for it.
i like to think i was,
once upon
a slick timespace,
******* whole -
instead of
flipped chan-
nel;
snow s t a ti c,
no signal;
running TVly
with bulls that pushpull the cool
that keeps me
from editing me out
with metallic deletes.
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
Dammed good facts,
today is a surely measurable day.
Set in the common course of human events
from the bottom,
where the world at this altitude,
is wintering, while
from the top we feel the sun, straight on
hot
as Mohave at solstice,
such as I, as we, seeing we live in order
to live
in order to help
eh, hey, hear us near us say, we know
weyekin, ye ken, visionary wisdom wedom
poet singer sayer pre-sent, and representing
words
living in timespace at time's own pace, passing
Dark cold winter, time for inwalled-usness use,
we become the whole room,
sometimes, all eyes on I, the one, in the middle
- there
- being the connection, anhamartia-tic,
coherence
here and there, a web conforms to koinonical
image entonations, owls of common sorts,
and squeeking black lizards, settle in the shade,
to night we go,
onward, to mark the time, watching all the old
knowing proven,
as the sun rises and sets, facts
as measures confirm, solid-ifity convey, say
so it is, con-fide-used knowing, faith,
as we say.
We are the people who know this mystery,
we live in life, as bits of all that ever was,
by now, all that is weighted
significant from first landmarks set in times past.
some, not my we, some see life as a struggle, see
from a salmon's POV, the sense of efforting
is joy,- efforting rejoicing +
this is right, this is how I form the people,
offsprung from war wage slaves,
who **** us,
to hide the stars at night.
Humans in the future shall love water flowing
functionality,
and starry story tellings
un seen in cities since the great white way
attracted the sharks into the tank.
Jun 21, 2022
Jun 21, 2022 at 4:57 PM UTC
I Blaze green skunk
Close the blinds
Trip ***** and fall up
up into the rafters of the mind
Astral backpack
Through the timespace continuum
Mind over matter
At least
until the latter
starts to pitter patter again
I spit ****
that'll make the pineal gland
Shape shift
Into the Buddha chillin in a full lotus
Position
I don't seek stardom
I seek the stars
that jump started this
Cos I'm sick a glitchin
We are a way for the universe
To know itself
But we've built scars from stars
So I manifest mind and spar w the mar
Wear my ego on my sleeves
Rolled up
Ya I Put my demons on blast
Caught flak
forearms busted up
But still I laugh
Every single day
Roll my boulder up the hill
W a Mona Lisa smirk still
I'm Rebel w causality
Innate violence doesn't
Befit my species
Sorry I don't buy it
That's puttin the fist before the hand
And that's jus some silly ****
Maaaan
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 7:14 AM UTC
how the **** do I
say it say it say it please,
SIR
It has been said.
Scream all you want.
I was never for a moment afraid
that words would fail me.
It never occurred to me that one day
there would be nothing to say.
I have something to say.
It is a sound. It is a feelingthoughtbreathtoneimagemoment
it is lost in the timespace
internal,
I have murdered the grammatical fiction,
alas! I drowned her by accident,
I am Bigger Thomas
I am Mary Dalton
I am no one and nothing, I am dead.
I am alive, and that is troublesome again.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 2:34 AM UTC
solitude, the only trait which we exude
together in our lonesomeness upon the same big rock
we thrash against it, more or less, the ticking of the clock
oh the folly! all the waste, the hurt, the love, absurdity
it's all we have in haste to make our very own profundity
before the closing of the coffin, burning of our ashes
how i'd prefer to serve my time: adorned with camera flashes
embalmed and set upon a rock, for all my fellow ones to see
and squirm in squeamish joy at all my peeled back dignity
solitude, the only proper attitude
with which we can approach the senseless nature of existence
a mind, a hole in timespace, fleetingly fought resistence
against that voiding encroach, the darkness of persistence
one day i'll greet it as a friend and hope it's in good mood
and meet with all my theories, my end, my solitude
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
dear ppl,
we exist on a planet
within a star system
full of other massively ginormous planets which
all -somehow-
revolve around a giant rip
in the timespace continuum
that has zero properties
and vanquishes light itself
without
a
t r a c e
in other words
everything that matters
in the world
is attracted to no-thing
or at least something
we can't explain
reality
orbits
the ineffable
so
forget the answer
the question is better
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 4:57 PM UTC
cosmic knowledge
diffused in the universe
osmotically absorbed
by selected people
universal truths
shared with humanity
from the mouths
of geniuses
changing the world
and history
and moving humans
toward a new phase
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC
Timespace illusory
Why so deluded?
2
Time existence flow
Only now!
Only now!
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 3:23 AM UTC