One Dimension
Space and time
soul and mind
are they all connected
in a one dimensional world
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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ALZHEIMER'S ZONG(for my old pal Al)
'The soul bone's
connected to the heart bone! '
'The heart bone's
connected to the mind bone! '
'The mind bone's
connected to the bone bone! '
'The bone bone's
connected to the thought bone! '
'The Thought bone's
connected to the Time bone! '
'The Time bone's
connected to the memory bone! '
'The memory bone's...'
'The memory bones...'
'... memory's bones...'
'Now where have all
the words
...gone! '
*******
I used to look after someone with Alzheimer's and she used to sing this over and over and chuckle to herself until the wordsand she gradually faded away and there was no enough memory and wit to sustain the song or her any longer.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Love in Three Dimensions (Love Poem)
We miss the body language in our telephone conversation,
Feelings expressed unseen, words of love are just words,
We laugh but fear the loneliness of an unintended slight,
Connected and divided by one dimension in time and space.
We hear and see without feeling on a nervous video chat,
Expressing our nakedness as Adam and Eve in the garden,
Deprived of touch words and pictures are distant and awful,
Connected and divided by two dimensions in time and space.
We hold each other in the tender embrace of long absence,
Whispered intimacies and smiling eyes together at last,
Contemplation of heaven and a hell that was missing you,
Connected you, a part of me, in three dimensions time and space.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Choose Any Game Except Reality Responsibility
take time time spend your time
spend your time to achieve what?
time is a precious sacred gift
a gift if used for true worship
for deep thought meditation
time is a dimensional illusion
time is not filled with freedom
time is filled with work necessity
time is filled with responsibility
time learning growing adaptability
time is bending of material form
to our will let water in pipes flow
let electricity power our machines
let electricity illuminate our nights
let wisdom exercise machine mind
dimensional will mind bending space
time thought is vast limitless spacious
for those who seek answers silences
on line gamers seek flash noise fillers
a moth flies through their ears heads
moth flying through head space invaders
filling all empty spaces with sound games
on line gamers escape interaction think not
time flush down drains steal communication
choose any game except reality responsibility
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Eclipse
You and I used to meet the same
Wrapped together in cellophane
We can try to get away
Drift forever, lost in
Space... (We're getting better all the time)
Space... (We're getting better all the time)
Space... (We're getting better all the time)
Safe... (We're getting better all the time)
You can try to change my day
Lock me up and you watch me fade
You and I can emulate
Drift together, lost in
Space... (We're getting better all the time)
Space... (We're getting better all the time)
Safe... (We're getting better all the time)
Safe... (We're getting better all the time)
Decompress again (Pressure, pressure, pressure...)
Take control again
Connected once again
We're starting to descend
Space... (We're getting better all the time)
Space... (We're getting better all the time)
Safe... (We're getting better all the time)
Safe... (We're getting better all the time)
Space... (We're getting better all the time)
Space... (We're getting better all the time)
Safe... (We're getting better all the time)
Safe... (We're getting better all the time)
song performed by by Feeder
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Primal Death
Space
Time
Space
Travel
Raining
Ai ming
Space
Time
Space
Expanding
Un iting
Increasing
Space
Time
Space
Sweeping
Restraining
Stretching
Space
Time
Space
Wrestling
Throwing
Throwi ng up
Space
Time
Space
Falling
Sinkin g
Overturning
Space
Time
Space
Whi rling
Space
Time
Space
Disturbing
Space
Time
Space
Whirring
Space
Ti me Space
Erring at
Nothing
poem by August Stramm
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Painting does what we cannot do - it brings a three-dimensional world into a two-dimensional plane.
quote by Chuck Jones
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So Connected To You
There are times when I'm happy
and times when I'm sad
and all of these times that I have had
are all connected to you,
so connected to you.
so connected to you.
There are times when it's sunny
and times when it's not
and all of these times I never forgot
were all connected to you,
so connected to you.
'Cause you have my heart on a string
and I can't control one little thing.
Where's my composure? Where did it go?
'Can't even answer for I don't know.
There are times when I'm jumpy
and times when I'm still
and times when I'm playful
like Jack and Jill.
And they're all connected to you,
so connected to you.
So what do I do to get over you?
You've got me crazy in love with you.
I take a step forward and fall back two
and everywhere that I go
there'll be times when I want you
and times when I don't.
There'll be times that I'll have you
and times that I won't
but there's absolutely nothing I can do
'Cause I'm connected to you,
so connected to you
So I know we can never be through.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The intersection
A three-dimensional space
Intersecting
Another multidimensional space
Changing each other
Their coordinates
Hyper-planes in n-dimensions
Intersection of two solar systems
Changing of space
And time coordinates
In this new modification
Of electromagnetic dynamics
The total time resulting
Being a vector
The intersection
Of two different rays
At a different angle
In a new light.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Craddock’s Time Theory Age Relative
light years apart
in space time
continuum
youth three-dimensional
stretching into mathematical models
age a fourth dimension
spatial dimensions
our spacetime passing each other
is space and time in a single continuum
our shared Euclidean space
on this plane of existence
is but the trap of physical flesh
our atoms bound at every point
in three-dimensional Euclidean space
by flesh infused fixed points
determined by three coordinates
yet our thoughts are timeless
infinite bound by no scientific laws
they can flow spread be anywhere any time
in universe at instant thought speed
instant in arrival at multiple locations
they enter into realities past curved space
worn holes are for porous slow minds
higher dimensions bypass imagination
non-Euclidean geometry the cage play pen
Einstein’s general theory of relativity
a manifold universe of but three
dimensions of space one of time
denies all time existing simultaneously
within a God state span spun within eternity
supergalatic subatomic levels are but focused lenses
begging new observations into eye opening realities
unperceived ignored unknown awaiting perception orientation
before eureka moment God reloading reality matrix
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Suspended
Dont wake me
Im still dreaming
I dont see you
I cant feel you
Im alone for real in my mind
Ill feel this all night
When my life takes flight
This isnt just in your mind
Were suspended from space and time
I feel like Im falling
What happens when I hit?
Must mean then thats it
This black abyss, this pit
It all seems shades of gray
Im never ready for light of day
This isnt just in your mind
Were suspended from space and time
This isnt just in your mind
Were suspended from space and time
Why do you hurt me?
This reality
Why you smile at me?
Show your fallacies
Dreams hold me down
But let me go
When reality will wake me
I dont know
This isnt just in your mind
Were suspended from space and time
This isnt just in your mind
Were suspended from space and time
Am I dreaming?
If so, then why?
My bodies back on earth
Only spirits can fly
Soaring through dimensions of love
Kinds only my father speaks of
Scenery changes, spins and roll
So does the color of our soul
I know how this must make you feel
You hate me but believe me this is real
This was real
song performed by by Kelis
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Connected (Love & Life Poem)
We are connected to this life by many threads
Which we only notice when they are broken
Whether family, friends, work or welfare, all
Pull us apart in different dimensions in time.
You are connected to me by small pleasures
Which we only notice when we stop giving
Whether interest, intent, wish or wisdom, all
Pull us apart in different dimensions in space.
We are connected to each other for ever now
Which we only notice when we are apart again
Whether travel, trust, freedom or failure, all
Pull us apart in different dimensions in love.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Einsein's Magic
If I can by the weight of my mind
affect the frequencies between
you and I
and mere proximity
can gravitationally
bend light and the space between
you and I
approaching
each with smooth intents
then we each
exhibit Einstein.
If space and time bend
due to our mental fields
and our mutual gravities
then what we all suspect
was proven true
by the theory of general relativity.
Thus, everything by extension
is indeed connected to everything
because a ripple in the time-space
continuum passes all along the fabric
to it's furtherest corners.
But what is practicable from all of this;
what meanings can we draw?
Well, one is the possibility that if
we find a way to amplify the effect
upon the fabric from our individual
effects upon it-
our individual signatures so to speak-
we have just defined
the very definition of Magic.
To be clear:
If gravity
alters time and space
then the apple does not fall to the ground
the apple is pulled down by the time and space
surrounding it which get altered by the gravity of objects.
Humm, look at it this way:
Take a bed-sheet, put a marble in the middle
shift the bed-sheet and the marble moves because
you have altered the fabric of time space which the
bed-sheet represents.
Now think further:
You and I have a small amount of gravitational pull
as well thus, individually, we too alter time-space
albeit very slightly in this bedsheet world;
and thereby affect everything and each other.
From this is born Einsteinian magic
which is the ability to bend time-space
transmitted through frequencies which are
generated by motion and movement in the time-
space continuum.
I promise you all of this is true
and is the basis of all magic
mine Einsteins and yours..
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Collected In My Kingdom
No harm is going to come,
To anyone...
If they are connected.
If they are connected.
If they are connected.
No harm will be done,
To anyone...
If they are connected.
No harm,
If connected!
To anyone.
And,
If they are connected.
My Father,
Said to me...
If they are connected,
I will love them...
Collected,
In My Heart.
Collected,
In My Soul.
Collected...
In My Kingdom!
If they are connected.
I will love them...
Collected,
In My Heart.
Collected,
In My Soul.
Collected...
In My Kingdom!
If they are connected.
If they are connected.
If they are connected.
If they are connected.
If they are connected.
No harm will be done,
To anyone...
If they are connected.
And,
If they are connected.
My Father,
Said to me...
If they are connected,
I will love them...
Collected,
In My Heart.
Collected,
In My Soul.
Collected...
In My Kingdom
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Two-dimensional dream
If you called me 'two-dimensional', I guess
I'd go away and think about it - is he
insulting me and if so, how?
Though in a sense, all of us here in cyberspace
are two dimensional, to each other?
There's one time, though, when two dimensions
would be a blessing: like today,
when the cutely photographed brochure
for IKEA, the flat-pack furniture giant,
thudded through the letterbox
with its cosy nordic world as fresh and clean and scented
as a newly-built sauna just fired up;
then the two-dimensional me
could simply slip like a well-trained bookmark
between page 24 - 'a welcoming family room'
and page 25 - 'a bathroom to relax in'
with a pine-scented sigh of relief
that I wouldn't have to drive ten miles,
queue out of sight of the parking-lot just to get in,
then after checking what was out of stock,
go home and try to put the bloody thing together
despite the missing bolt.
You'll find me there on page 25,
under the artfully arranged bubbles, relaxing
in my carefree, blond and nordic way,
smiling the smug smile
of the sterile two-dimensional.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Time Space Continuum
in
philosophy
thought
is not
bound
by time
age
is
not
surface
appearance
space-time
continuum
is
curved
curvature occurs
as a result
of the influence
of
mass
against
movement
in
time
detect
this
curvature
three-dimensional
beings perceive time
as a result of memory
remember
what was
as a variable
interval
from what
is now
zero memory
we could not
detect time
we
would
exist
for
each
moment
our
apparent
perception
time
as a linear
line
always
going
forward
reality
objects
exist
in
all
dimensions
time
is
nonlinear
existence
ever
changing
stream
space-time
bundles
of streams
intertwining
bundling
dispersing out
merging in
clouds voids
dense
areas
space-time
recognizable
form
perceived
on
a large
scale
God
exists
outside
time
in
eternity
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Defender
The silence you show, attracts me so
Reflecting my innermost chamber
The tenderness you give
Blows through the earth
Of a mantle of dark that hangs over
Never before has the fortress befallen
Disturbing the walls of the surface
Bearings confused, loss of control
Emotions structurally weakened
You acquire the power that allures the soul
And crumble the dimensional stronghold
For your strength of mind
Is a caress of mine
A coating of crystal alloy
Where the boundaries of time
Have constrained and confined
A fracture has shown in the gate
Remote and foreign, identified unknown
Delicate, balanced eloquence.
poem by Littlewing28 Space
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In A State
My mind is in a state
His soul all seem to do is took my fate
Well I try to be space (?)
But all the world was crushing at the gate
This time...
This time...
Reality's stroke me in-between the eyes
My mind is in a state
As everything i miss it comes to late
So I tried and disappear
To do it's only one way out of fear
This time...
This time...
Reality's stroke me between the eyes
My mind is in a state
But all I need to do is change my pace
And I know it's fear the fate
But happiness is foggin' as embrace
This time...
This time...
This time...
This time...
This time...
This time...
song performed by by Unkle
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The World’s Remains
The top of the world is only the remains,
This splashes with oceans, and it collects.
This world created me and all that exists,
Inside my bird and animal is a song.
This is singing all of the time,
My destroyer is not a created form
To be effective or arresting,
Just plans are the plans we deplore
When destroyed ones are becoming Law.
The remaining sort of prize is again,
The world connected to this space.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Black Screen
he hung a screen at
the back of his mind
and prayed to the Divinity
to give him a show
of His world
there was no image,
no sign, nothing, total
silence, just one whte screen
which he could not even
hold up for too long
he prayed again and
asked Divinity again to
show him at least a little
part of his world
no answer, total whiteness
an angel took pity and told him
'well if you want to see something
use a black screen not white'
and he visualised a blackscreen
in the light of his mind
it soon came to life with
a three dimensional darkness
that seemed to breathe with a
consciousness that bewildered him
the darkness grew and grew
with an earnestness so that it
took over the space of his own mind
he found himself submerged
in a boundless consciusness; a
darkness that breathes sacredness,
holiness, boundless knowledge,
and the question: 'why would
you want to know? '
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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With this soul
I thought my soul
Helped me fly as spirit
Until I felt my soul
Connected to the soil
Through my heart
Through my longing
And through my holding
Of the branches of a tree
I felt connected to all things
Through the ground
My soul is of this earth
In death
It is in the ground
I want to be buried
No cremation for me
But for now
I choose life I breathe life
I touch everything
With my bare hands
And give back what I can
With this soul
poem by Harriet James
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