Holy the Fourth Dimension!
We bleed Amethyst! - Mihaela Pirjol
Hello! I’ve been missing for a while because I was busy with summer poetry submissions. Submitting poems to magazines and journals end up being lots of fun.
I came here to share with you two poems from July: the first is fourth dimensional – almost.
I wish I could feel something The fourth dimension evades me I have my legs open, I feel it accessing me there And it goes away, the bodies go away Everything goes away The emotion, the thrill, the disgust The cum, the scum, the sense of self It all goes away, it leaves me physically tired There is no real emotion And poetry becomes the cry of last night open legs I lack emotion Where is the fourth dimension The new ages, the children of the Arcturian revolution The comeback of the old gods The curses of the goddess of love The orgies, the dead bodies that won’t matter The cult to invisibility, the souls that will live forever Where are my emotions, my words emotional The tear from laughter, fourth dimension Activate my merkaba, revolve faster faster Take my soul to a family of stars Bring the fourth dimension In an embrace, in the touch, in an orgasm A battle of bodies trying to cease duality The inner reality from the golden halo of illuminated Angels, demons and poets
Activate your Merkabas! I ended up making a micro chapbook with it, which I entitled, ‘Palm Trees’. Currently submitted.
The next poem was inspired by Mihaela Pirjol’s ‘We Bleed Amethyst’:
Amethyst shattered time-passing space-walking composition I’m petrified expecting the new quantum idea deliverance My veins throb and there’s a panel in front of me It has the memory of existence It blocks my view from existence And Amethyst throb Convoluting lifetime timelines and eras that didn’t happen Eras that were just outlines And Amethyst didn’t start to pulse The veins didn’t expose their ordeal until they form A human being through hexagons Plato missed that one The light is not for bare eyes We’re just crystal involution
Both poems review time. Both are holy like Ginsberg. I’ve been reading the Footnote to Howl and the ground has been uttering the scorn of my generation. It’s been fuel to my upcoming projects, which I can’t wait to share with you!