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Experimental Love Poem

from Spiritual Animal by Oliver Loveday

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Experimental Love Poem

The beginnings of fire and religion.
Amen precedes the birth of Zeus.
Cards relate to crystals in a dream.
The cosmology of the mind opens and awakens with speech.
A new word is a new world.
Non-verbal knowledge outside the scientific numerology borders
on emotion. Love.
"I want to grow a garden." represents more than desire, but the
many worlds inside the statement accompany it with out
necessarily being represented by it.

Magic and the light state of mind that becomes aware of fairies
and dreams.
Birds speak with tongues of fire.
Ageless wonder is yellow. Pure yellow.
Out-of-a-gold-crystal yellow.
History combines with space.
All of time is contained inside the universe's walls.
Until we stop trying to define the universe in terms of an
instant moment, and allow its definition to be self
contained in its totality, space, and time, from
beginning to end, we will always be stabbing in the dark.
Time sheds light on space.

Searching for the weightless space.
Dreams and yoga.
Less heavy, more trippy mind space.
Eating colors for food.

Got this damn painting that transcends my ability to render
it into a tight composition.
It becomes a weak structure that's been well worked over.
There is always.....BLACK. The Shiva of colors.
It will add punch to a child's finger painting.

Music is magic sounding.
Sounding. Word worlds.
Shaman and tantra.

Seeking direction in the visions of my own experience.
My own isolation and the unsolved karma conscienceness that
wells to the surface.
Speaking to the wind in tongues.
Of windness.
I'm free and the wind is my friend.
Earth is my mother.
Grass is my brother.
I align with Skyness and sing a dream.

Turning yellow and black and red into gold.
It is elusive as alchemical metal.
Bards in the silver trade.
Cargo cult sittings in silence.
Waiting for my power to become gold.
Waiting for Godot.
Experimental theater at the edge of the stage.
Left.
Under pink lights.
Dreaming aloud.

"As I look down this Clinch Mountain Range on nights of full
moon winter with frost and snow and the wind sounding
across ranges and ridges, tree top music, I see into
Atlantis.
Not vision nor flashback. Cognition.
Atlantis is today.
Time is only an order.
My sight over rides my conditioning.
So I see into a country that sank ten thousand years ago.
It still exists in this universe, always has and, always
will.
So long as there is a universe here."

Experimental theater.
Time.
Patty reads the poem.
She gets lost in all the complexities.
"I thought this was going to be a sweet love poem."
She says it sounds forced.
The high school teacher.
The editor.
The master missing the student's point.
"I wrote it for love not glory."

I try to write against nuclear power plants.
I feel the people are being mislead.
Large corporations are making high profits and using the
government to help them.
Congress and the Nuclear Regulatory Commission share the karma.
The oil companies.
Atlantis had a different kind of nuclear energy.
It melted the ice.
It was done for selfish reasons.
Cosmological effects.
Atlantis sank.
Nuclear energy threatens our lives and future generations.
It is a good thing that Atlantis is undetected today.
Radioactive country.
The "New Age" people who tried to stop it escaped to Egypt and
Yucatan.

If you had to preserve American culture and technology for
eternity, how would you do it?
With few tools.
Mostly language.
This questions appeals to my romantic nature.
I say, "Write poetry in stone."

Dream.
Fire beginnings.
Crystal magic heals the soul.
Each morning I awake to peer at a crystal hanging in the window.
The sun bursting through its channels.
I see the healing rays being directed to my old soul.
Red, blue, violet, gold.
Dreams of birds-of-fire flying through crystals.
Gold and silver. Sun and moon.
I dream of sex and experimental music.
Angel music.
Wind dust.
Bird waves.
Shiva dances a Valentine's Day dance.
Ho!

Oliver Loveday © 2/14/80/1:30am EST

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from Spiritual Animal, released April 4, 2016

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