"wormholes" poems
You are a leader ship
how I know this?
cause I'm a leader ship too
I can see the sinuous fibre of your very being
take a look
I bet you can see it too
we are borne of the earth and the stars
borne in the wind
there are four cardinal directions, N E S W, do not forget about the intermediary
be an intermediary ~ who wants to be a cardinal?
we need our leader ships following their own true north
2D - 3D -- 4D --- 5D ---------------------------- >
following the wormholes ... the aether
following certain signs and symbols
trust in divine feminine ... .. . .. ... masculine divine in trust
trust in masculine divine ... .. . .. ... divine feminine in trust
" 'It's all this!' He wrapped his finger in his fist; the car hugged the line straight and true." ~ Kerouac
Ship builders choose their timber mindfully
Be mindful with your archetypes, Noah!
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC
the glitterball in space
wrapped in wormholes
caressed by distant quasars
peak at optimum speed
before floating falling
toward the muted aromas
of space age earth
the bile of industry
smears the planet in neon
one giant shinning marble
city lights stretch
in the haze from pole to pole
whatever hemisphere
whatever timezone
whatever continent
aqua is the precious mineral
few places exist where
hope springs life eternal
rivers were rerouted years ago
run by power corporations
who package it in sachets
with dehydrated memory
a planet of consumption
tectonic plates stitched
stapled, bridged and woven
the fabric of the world
we unzip to consume
revel in the electronic tune
that breeds our contempt
for the the lost seasons
our reason dilluted, polluted
by the tune that remains the same;
beautiful stranger
dream a dream for me
because now all we have
between us
is acid rain.
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 8:29 AM UTC
I closed my eyelids.
a unique space-time I've
created. A new world with I
and you,
and in it we're us;
pseudo pagans
adjust
in my multiverse of could-have-been's
wannabe's and forget-me-not's,
there's a million wormholes back thru
it's a glittering new world
where we're happy forever
(embalmed)
present-perfect continuity
we'll never need to question or worry
of it
because it'll be ours to [edit]
a spiritual instagram. sorry for the link.
I'm a believer.
our story is brick-bound & pyramidal
it's worthy of true realness
I'll never let that faith fade.
and all I have to do is stay asleep
seal myself, artery by nerve, in this bed.
eyes closed but moving underneath
(forever)
and here I'll lay; 1,000 years on
entirely petrified. a fossil of trust.
everything/everyone I had known - gone
forever.
fleshy eyes, solid as stone now. Blissfully
(always) unaware of their end. No matter the time,
my ( ) still eternally & happily
in dream.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 8:21 PM UTC
I tried to look for another place
But no matter how hard I strive
To connect with a distant soul
The driver stops to drive.
The earth never stops
revolving around the sun
And someone once said
The connection never stops.
I guess we're not wormholes
And neither are you the sun to my earth
Cause you are the only one— my universe
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 11:52 AM UTC
Let's say,
you're an apple,
but you'd rather be a pear.
The internet recommends
phoning the produce gods,
in hopes of being replanted.
However, there's a catch:
it's a collect call
to another dimension.
And so you sulk and rage,
and pretty much bruise your skin,
until it dawns on you:
Wormholes are
spacetime's phone booth,
and it just so happens,
you're full of them!
Yes indeed!
Going bad never felt so right...
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 11:44 AM UTC
Anxious for my
Afternoon embalming.
Flushed free,
Laying down the masonry
Of trees yet
To be.
I must confess I want a jack and ginger.
My favorite manieur de mots,
Your offspring making
Silk of my spit.
Two book wormholes,
Circumventing travel,
Welding my smoggy sand castle
To the grey island you anchor.
Would you care to
Fatten up Elpis
With me?
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC
1979, A live broadcast, my father bid me come
to our new color TV set, the high pitched whine
it gave off muted by meaning
"remember this moment" he said
and we watched, in awed silence as
two men, Anwar Sadat and Menachem Begin shook hands
and our President presided
a cold peace at last
In retaliation for... Sadat was later shot through
the skull and died on a stage in a pool of warm blood
surrounded by his brethren
A letter dated 1944
My father's fingers trembled with it in his hands
He brought it out to show me
"I am the only survivor...all the rest are gone...
I am going to Israel"
Written hastily with pen and ink, our last
surviving relative who we know not of
bid farewell to Russia and was on track to a new land from the wellspring
of grief and ******
A Jew, my father
A half Jew am I and would have been all the same
to the **** killing machine I thought one languishing summer day
as I ate unripe apples with small wormholes at a farm
full of horses
Safe in the quiet, if uncaring peace of a world far away
from dead Nazis and the abandoned killing centers
Rabin Square in Tel Aviv, 2003
We walked through at night, my husband and I
A large empty space in a city without largeness or emptiness
We walk without recognition
as it is now just a place and not only a shrine
But I linger to look at one corner
At an embedded sculpture of confused cement blocks
jagged angles and useless plains, rendered in immobile lasting cement
a testament to futility
It is pain, frustration and the sickness of human violence--
Itzak Rabin
who was shot and bled to death
in a crowd in the dust of his also unknown and forgotten ancestors
in retaliation for the hope of peace
News of more bombs today
Fresh death
Mangled human potential rendered useless
In retaliation for...
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 10:35 PM UTC
In a scribble
grammar-sphere
Covid-spastic-wormholes
from a new world intelligence.
Come on dudes this is a personal invite
who-ever own the guru-rules out there
come clear make contact
let's boogie on Bach
eat together with Spock,
vegans are welcome too
no disecting
no probes
no props
only sunlight strobes
just the few of us
a humpback tv
Danny Glover, Aeon flux
and Spielberg,
indulged in mars bars and smoked-yeast,
if the kitchen heats up I'll offer you
oil Sheik in galaxian crude dip with
elongated Musk on fire and ice.
May 16, 2023
May 16, 2023 at 2:15 PM UTC
I am the guy outside the window
Wondering what it must be like to touch,
to feel...
I am the guy who appreciates a few seconds of kindness
Wondering what it means to live in a perfect world
I am the guy who finds success in defeat
Digesting just how strong I must be
Often finding failure in victory, if victory means I sell my soul...
The hours are long and there is so much to do in a second
it boils down to a single act
right down to thought and the moments in between
and the way you perceive the world as you stop thinking
without falling asleep
Reason takes sharper frame
there are so many questions and evident half truths
So outside the window you analyze the grey
and see the curves and spirals
and everything physical becomes an illusion
people and things become props
and life becomes a play
soon enough you reach a point of high epiphany
becoming clairvoyant, pictures and sounds transmitted along the web
the web that connects us all
and temples you see, many sailing in boats
Slaves and Masters, Kings and Councils
and Earth becomes a mirror of everything the verses unison
You deviate from prose and read the poem
a song starts to play and your mind begins to sail
thinking at high wavelengths
what is chaos here, is a planned order up there
and you transcend from dimension to dimension
picking up thoughts, incarnating as a walk in on other realms
taking part in Strategy plans of the Universe
you have a chair in the Federation
all races meet talking about their human and hybrid children
You learn that out there is not too different to in here
there are Spaceships and exhibitions
Aerial restaurants
Cosmic *** in a theatrical sense
the end point being the creation of worlds in voids - worlds absent
And you learn that there are Watchers, they are watching us
Learning about us, taking notes and samples
Sometimes they send telepathic messages
Sometimes they video-mix our dreams
Other times they take you travelling
From Egypt to Mars, From Mars to Konder, Konder to Lyra and back
at this point chaos down here, is a planned order up there
perfection becomes ridiculous as you see evil conducted
Mountains and vortex points, tiny dots on the screens of planet-ships
You wake up and you don't feel quite the same
You can sense vibes of having been through wormholes
Time linear starts all over again
you have to constantly remind yourself of where you are
One thing remains: the memory and They, that They are here and They are watching.
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 6:55 AM UTC
I could swim through wormholes until the universe ends and I'm certain I'll never find anyone like you. I'd be a billion light years away, still clutching that same photograph.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 2:06 PM UTC
heaven sent
graffitied
wormholes
to usher us
out - busts
of deified
physicists
presumed
dead, noses
chipped - like
paint on
old highway
billboards -
stacking
"Welcome!"
signs atop
Vacuum
Cleaner
advertisements.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC
spilled blood
in galaxies made of tears,
candles that blow
dark photons in my chest,
my brain that emits ideas
with pulsars in cosmos
and the hot of the sun
turns into a neutron star,
who is carrying me
into a confusing geodesic road
and this road...
are just coordinates
into wormholes
that provides me the possibility
to travel into parallels worlds
in the fourth dimensions
of my complicated mind
lighting spectrums
of information into my empty heart
who was a black hole for long time
but now
that I find you
this black hole
it's turning again
into a beautiful star
#poetry #dreamingforawhile #imagination
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 6:22 PM UTC
To be in a clueless hurry I scurry to the amigos,
Where my heart belongs as they eat burritos.
Stolen are we to bury our nose,
In what seems to be a natural pose;
Catching his gaze he speaks of the glow,
Oh how I freely flow.
We laugh we philosophize,
Ron's darkness makes my heart drop as do the butterflies.
To keep composure and store away feelings of danger,
We meet and stand as though we are strangers.
The cold AC takes me back to the smell of astrology,
where I sit with the others and burn my apology.
Aug 21, 2010
Aug 21, 2010 at 7:38 PM UTC
every time i see you, i feel as if i can take on the whole world.
you make my insides burst with the flitters of butterflies
and you make my smile touch the edge of space and
my laugh bubbles in the entirety of the air
surrounding us.
because of you, i feel hope rise in my chest.
you're like a whole new universe that i get to explore.
my fingertips caress the blackholes and supernovas you possess
and your eyes are a new experience in themselves,
like wormholes ready to take you to a far-away galaxy
every single time you look into them.
your hands are foreigners to my body.
they know not were to start or to end,
but they still are.
they know what to do as if they were programmed to
feel the vibrations on the soft skin of my back and
the tenderness i have everywhere around.
you could give me a million new words
and i'd spend countless hours trying to decipher them
with this newfound knowledge that you have given me.
how much do you know in that beautiful mind of yours?
how many brain cells do you possess,
you beautiful, intangible being?
your words keep me strong,
they keep me alive.
my heart beats stronger because of you, too.
every single fiber of my being feels stronger and healthier
and more in love with every cell that i possess.
because of you, i feel more alive than i ever have.
your touch is still so soft even with your resilient hands.
your eyes are like the eighth wonder of the world.
they soften my heart with the dips i take into their deep blue
oceans and the sea-foam green splashing inside of them.
and your lips could speak a thousand incoherent words and
i'd still smile because they were coming from your beautiful mouth.
because of you, i am falling in love with myself.
i'm not sure that i've ever done that before.
but i know this feeling inside of my chest and
while i am infatuated with you,
i am falling in love with me.
and that's more than i could ever hope for.
so thank you, my dear, for being this unknown universe that i
get to explore and for being someone who can help me
fall in love with myself.
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC
wormholes.
they are so tiny--
a trillionth of a
millimeter.
maybe even less.
you cant see them,
you cant touch them.
but with them,
time slows
and everything
becomes new.
i dont mean like
a shiny new toy "new".
i mean like for a trillionth of
a second, things in our
universe change.
they change not by much,
but by how they are supposed
to originally be.
like port keys,
they take you to a new place
in space and time.
they open up a
whole new universe.
wormholes.
arent they beautiful?
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC
molecular confusion
inner-temple pollution
case for head institution
ego protrusion
sense of self diffusion
living within the confines of one's own delusion-
[|creating constricting prisons|]
Just listen~
Reducing ticks, slowly
Seducing lustful luxuries
Chasing things instead of dreams
When we could all live a life as beautiful as the feel of skin on satin sheets
Or something else substituted in if that's not your cup of tea~
This means goodnight for me, been up since 445
Thanking all that's divine for the opportunity to be alive
Determined to achieve masterful lucidity
Diving into the universe within you, within me
eyes closed, walls fall
infinite possibility in a sprawl
unlimited mind
~wormholes of consciousness
in a land where most mostly see randomness
Eye tend to see vivid vivacious images of perfection
Puzzles, and symbols creating mind-maps that outlast past perceptions
Speak your truth-
Gain divine intervention with immediate introspection
Choosing to see the beautiful in every reflection
We all plummet from the skies
~like stones into the water, rippling out vibes~
Enjoy the swim,
~just remember you can still fly~
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
Streaming the conscious through sheets of empty space.
Form is a vacuum that ***** the individual's mind into wormholes
Ever so vibrant, ever so curious... stare into void's mirror
Reach in, as galaxies ripple through every sinking star
Pull out pieces of you that shine brighter than any abyss
Hold on, feel it pulsate through each vein and nerve
Let go, consciousness creates.
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 7:23 PM UTC
Hyper reality
torched our dreaming eyes down
to charred empty sockets
and you should know
Like all the nasty swirls
wormholes swallow everything
because they aim to please
There is no what if
as it is apparent
we will -
in increasingly reductive fashion -
eat it all up
:remade rebooted recycled scrambled
deja pay-per-vu:
until
void
conquers
all
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC
*Science
has searched for
those extra dimensions..
Fiction
imagines spaceship travel
wormholes as tunnels
to other worlds..
Perhaps your search
and mine should
turn around toward
vast innerspace..
Locate our center
as the place
all dimensions meet..
and our growth
frequent recognition of
a relational whole
lower and upper
edges and spirit...*
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 6:32 PM UTC
Wow sister
What a ride
We really went thru sum wormholes
N took it to the other side
Our time together
Every kind of weather
I guess sumtimes with love its just better
To let it shed
Seems the heart we shared
Cut n Bled
N I can feel it
Dying
Neither of us
Trying
I vyed to keep u
Tried to treat u
Like a deep precious mtn well
We started in heaven
Went thru hell
Now purgatory
Is a boring story
That we will not stretch to tell
I bow to u rainbow pixie *****
N I wish u o so well
I feel like
We really ******* tried
But its wasn't our time
Easy to see
There is no more we
Tho I'll always love u like
A flower loves the sun
Our love always on the run
We were completely in freedom
N now...
We're just done
No more unspoken words
That almost feel like lies
Our love, she got broken
Once sweet clean air breathing
Gripped to choking
Man u we used to be so high
Crashed, burned, wreckage smoking
And now...
Last thing left to say...
Thru the poisonous haze
Is Goodbye
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 3:54 PM UTC
How to break an addiction. Decide to live.
What can I learn from my pain. Danger.
And friends are merely friendly, live on independent
of your injury. You will not be missed in church on Sunday.
Grass. **** broccoli, burrito, stink, *** skunk.
I'm talking blue grama, upland bent, smooth brome,
riverside panic, wild rye, fowl meadow, spike muhly,
sweet vernal, salt marsh, bristly foxtail, little bluestem.
****** is unhealthy, opens lesions in the brain,
wormholes into hell, yet should be legal. I'll vote that way.
It may ease the pathos into non-existence
well as meditation, bird watching, last will and testament.
Each joint hurts, rib joints, spine joints, skull plate joints.
The head and hip and heart will hurt, all three.
Insomniac I like the way bones crack and clack like
wooden wind chimes, an untuned piano, a tree rack of wornout
shoes.
Never forget, the mind is the body paying attention
to what it's doing. Without that connection, each finger bent
or toe smashed is just added to the collection
of anonymous body parts of holocaust victims
in their mass graves. Better when every life saved
or lost is a front page story, an illusion of shared
sacrifice or joy, but that expresses only the surface
of our emotions. I'm mostly relieved to have survived.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 9:32 AM UTC
Sometimes the world comes
too close
Swinging less gently
trying to crack my skull
with its earthern armor
Take over my black holes
and fill with
tree roots and wormholes,
dirt.
The soil that will cover my casket.
I need air.
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 3:07 PM UTC
Act Anonymous
Put on the mask of your true self
Jump of the window and-
Talk with strangers
The true color of humanity is shining-
under the rags of the dumping site
where the dogs of the heaven made are-
mating . the cycle must - go on!
Needless to say,
the mask-
is the true identity
The star dust nebula swirling around
under every passing wheels
gives me chills under my anonymity
Still under the watch of divine intervention
and under the subject of my free will
"Please god close your eyes"
on the ride
i meet strangers with smile and
humans who don't care
there are turns of wormholes
and strong pull of black holes
the star dust nebula strikes again but-
its just a ride.
take a break now. the red signal means it.
-
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* Break time Story*
Here is story I wanna tell . Just to keep you occupied.
I once met me on the turning of time travel.
I was horrible human because I defamed love for god
and few centuries ago, I was celebrated engineer
I happened to create the god. that was it. its a ride.
-
-
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honk the horns mr. my man! start your engine, kindly.
Move on forth.
I have strangers to meet because they are with smiles.
Smiles.
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC