Best Conditioned Poems
A soul conditioned to cry,
does so: when trust falls apart.
And no longer wants to try,
to capture another's heart.
Finding fear's blocking its way,
love derails, jumping off track.
And silently slips away,
never to find its way back.
You gambled love was real,
hoping time wouldn't call your bluff.
And now pain is all you feel,
and hope is never enough.
You know that you will survive,
yet you've lost what made you smile.
And though time keeps hope alive,
you have not hoped for a while.
In this vulnerable state,
fractured dreams crumble away.
And abandoned to your fate,
emptiness consumes your day.
drenched in memories of sweat
cooling the fear of attack and harm
summer is a bliss of warmth
a dream come to erase the pour
of tears to dew the morning grass
as for ever bare foot the sensation to be alive.
Well all of my socks have found a hole
My wife says it's there so my toe can grow
Now I don't know if this is true
But if it is, I need a hole in my shoe
When I walk around, it looks like a snail
Poking his head out of his itty bitty shell
I want you to know even tho it's rude
That my toe feels naked, you know, nude
I thought about drawing two eyes and a nose
Cause I follow it around where ever it goes
Maybe telling people it's a new kinda pet
And we're going for a walk, it's not housebroke yet
Well I tried to buy more but they're not in stock
Cause there's no such thing as an air conditioned sock
So I bought me some scissors and the good Lord willing
I'm gonna make my own brand and make me a killing
Well the moral of this story just so you know
Is I just found out that my wife can't sew
She told me a lie that simply wasn't true
And now I'm stuck with a hole in my shoe
how does it feel to kill like this?
deny the truth you read from experiencing any happiness?
how does it feel to deny life any of its own blessings
but rub happiness in my face at your pity party i want over?
This cold scheduled grey life
Has me so on point and on task
The tunnel vision is nauseating
The horse blinders debilitating
Want for what, wish for who
An existence built to hypnotize
Time coerced me into being
Unapologetically institutionalized
Love's like a flower; it needs time
to grow within the heart and soul.
And immature buds, though sublime,
don't all bloom and achieve their goal.
When passion's flame is dimmed by tears,
Hope overrides, being cautious.
Yet, as time slowly fuels fears,
anxiety leaves you nauseous.
Feeling the hurt that never stops,
you find yourself wanting to cry.
For misery turns to teardrops,
in a world conditioned to lie.
When a moth and flame start Death's waltz,
desire burns hotter than the fire.
Enamored, the moth sees no faults,
yet courting Death; it will expire.
A flame can only be a flame;
it can't change its natural ways.
And it feels neither love nor shame;
when its heart morphs into a blaze.
My body is not conditioned in a strong and fit way. It’s conditioned to do.
I am conditioned to walk away.
To walk away from the forest, the ocean, and the wild, to return to the indoors.
I’m conditioned to return indoors even if I can’t breathe
Eve if outside I felt free
I return home.
We are conditioned to value home above all.
Everyone needs a home.
Everything is temporary but home is constant.
How stifling this is.
No matter where I go that I may breathe freely and smile
I must return to my home
To a house with closed windows and fluorescent lights
To people who scoff when I stare into nothing
To a place I am now myself
To a place I cannot be true
My mind in its rawest form is the ocean.
It is the trees and the rain and sandy shore
I’m conditioned to built a little robot around my spirit so that I may walk among the other robots
All who have learned to love their disguise.
I am conditioned to be what they want to see.
I am conditioned to be caged.
(“Before the Door”, 2023, original encaustic)
Being In Context
Open awareness
Conditioned mind
Two halves of a whole
Like a container and its contents
A sky and its clouds
A heart and its longings
An irreconcilable duality?
Or simply
The gateway to unconditional love
(2/9/25)
every ism
imposes
binding us
look at breath
and heartbeats
they flow on
love and light
free for all
just be it
04-March-2023
Tricube
Your level of consciousness determine your survival and your devotion, you must become sensitive to the spirit of God, so that the eyes of the soul see that it's gold, the knowledge of self let me know. my destiny I control, people become victims of fate because they don't know, the true essence of life that pervades the entire universe, In my heart I ask what is life worth If I can't be myself, dying inside a little everyday from a psychological mind state that is the result of self-hate, normal is just a word society, use to desensitize you, to behaviors that are truly barbaric, from our ancestors we inherit the secret knowledge that makes us divine, black people been kings and queens for a long time, If you do your research and study you will find no race can live in peace, living in societies created by European beast, our neighborhoods and communities are filled with poison, ourselves we destroying, just to live in America
Sans fear and desire, we are free
Unfettered, unbound and carefree
Save God's grace, what's there to aspire
We are free, sans fear and desire
Earth life's a school, we're here to learn
With conscience as guide, let's discern
Embrace of love’s the only rule
We're here to learn, earth life's a school
To know the truth, discard belief
Give our weary soul some relief
Enter staid silence now forsooth
Discard belief to know the truth
God's light, soft white, aflame within
Cave of heart's open, go therein
Embark thus on a wingless flight
Aflame within, God's light, soft white
27-October-2022
Swap Quatrain
Villanelle : Doubt not who is Master of your conditioned Fate
Doubt not who is Master of your conditioned Fate
Ask only why your actions lead down the wrong path
All else makes for doubt doubt only if Fate's innate
Neither Past nor Future time exist inchoate
All and everything's rolled in ever Present birth
Doubt not who is Master of your conditioned Fate
Are alll lives exemplary and of equal rate
Or only those fated to be humoured by Death
All else makes for doubt doubt only if Fate's innate
Is Life just a gift of the gods or Man's mandate
The Buddha's metaphor of bleeding arrow worth
Doubt not who is Master of your conditioned Fate
Those who preach living Life to the full suffocate
Carpe Diem is fine if you can afford mirth
All else makes for doubt doubt only if Fate's innate
No trace of passage on earth makes one contemplate
If lives we leave behind acts of blind psychopath
Doubt not who is Master of your conditioned Fate
All else makes for doubt doubt only if Fate's innate
© T. Wignesan - Paris, November 13, 2018
Love's forms vary, some say,
Agape, unconditional, in every way.
But infatuation's spark ignites the flame,
A prerequisite for love's sacred name.
No love exists without attraction's glance,
Sight, sound, or touch, a heartfelt dance.
Even the blind envision in their mind,
A love foreseen, a love defined.
Agape's concept, abstract and grand,
Yet conditions linger, hand in hand.
Scriptures say, "Believe and live,"
A condition set, a love to give.
Men love what they see, a visual tie,
Women love anticipating, a future's sigh.
Materialism, beauty, conditions laid,
Love's unconditional claim, now frayed.
If love's unconditional, why punish error?
Why separation, divorce, and sorrow's terror?
Why love's decline, or favor one over another?
Conditions exist, love's not a free-for-all, brother.
Love's beautiful, yet tied to earthly chains,
Conditions attached, like hidden pains.
No love's entirely selfless, pure, and true,
A paradox of love, forever shines through.
Futile is striving, unless we are clear
about who we are and purpose of life,
that we may then act without any fear,
full of joy and laughter, always bliss rife,
pulsations of love, to our heart held dear.
Discarding then, each conditioned belief,
relying neither on senses nor mind,
negating ephemeral joy and grief,
leaving vicarious knowing behind,
in tranquil silence, we turn a new leaf.
In timeless time, we slowly cease to sway,
thoughts rested, our awareness self-aware,
beholding light of our soul, clear as day,
surrendering will, laying our soul bare,
God’s benedictions, then make earth life play.
''If you have what you call, a conditioned mind. That is to say: 'First thought, best.' ''