Best Consciousnesses Poems
cloudy consciousnesses
guarding a deep blue sky
a shadow or a streak
cloudy consciousnesses
where dark spoons up the rain
the whiteout spill of wings
cloudy consciousnesses
to a bed each alone
halo above, us fleece
NOT A LOST ONE
Me, I am not. Long, long ago
When they bought my head, and dice it in flames
Pulling the hairs by the strands, teaching me far a mile from tradition
Thinking doing me a good, than harm I endure
Now my house on fire, A bucket beside the well
Yet never know how to splash and starve a crazy rage
So waning off here, here all my desires and aims
Into an age I should have build my own way
I throw my twine out to you
catch it by the other end
Draw me back into the lane
Home into my senses
Free from the nooks of been sold to strange consciousnesses
Where I knew not, I spat on my own grave of grace.
(c) Lamptey Godson K
27 th, Dec. 2011. Away from home.
Start go, Start again
To understand the past is not natural historians of the time
writes about power and might, but little about the people.
Yet, within this confine art existed painting and poetry which
will be a good guide for those who want to know, alas, most
folks live in the now washing machines and freezers are more
interesting then computers.
The future is a clean slate we write on it to our peril, yet
we who have not been there - how could we- and since human
emotions do no change overnight that democracy are ideas of
the past we going backwards in ambition, and peace it is about
building a wall around you property.
Socialism is against human nature, experiment by philosophers
that failed in the net of human basic instinct, is about strength
and the sword, the cry of the battle will always ring in our ears.
Modern science is met with scepticism, there is no Darwin, we
are back to the Stone Age, and our collective consciousnesses,
which will be called religion and it will have many followers till
our self-importance rejects the idea of God and the whole gory
story of humanity starts again.
There are numbers of consciousnesses
Awakened by growing intuition and spirituality
Realising shadows have veiled them with illusions
They realise theirs is the power to make better choices
Consciousness is the scintillating blaze
alive on a smoldering log,
a flame emergent from complex interplays
of biology and environment.
Consciousness is greater than the cumulative
elements from which it is produced,
a roving free-form swirling cloud,
a wandering storm over the latest landscape.
Consciousness is always emergent
like an undulating flock of birds.
like the windswept grains of sand dunes.
Consciousness is collectively aware,
a normative quest linked to community survival,
a reaching within for a larger knowing.
Our God may be a force outside time and space,
a consciousness of collective consciousnesses,
a vast power offering the ethics of our survival,
an emergent property of our collective minds.
Trinity
I know you’ve been looking for me/
I’ve been looking for you/
Can’t stay off the GRID/
In the game you can see the bugs in the Glitch/
The Matrix reloading, Reloaded/
The Matrix system constructed us how to LIVE/
THEY LIVE!!!!!!! We live as SLAVES In the Land Of the FREE/
In bondage Home Of The Slaves/
Brave?
Man Kind Cowards are Kings/
Zion needs me but who will love me and rage against the Machines/
Die and Bleed The Truth/
The Matrix Upgrading, Upgraded & Consciousnesses Deflating/
MK ULTRA BUT I got Ultra Instinct/
Banging on the devils door while THEY HIDE AND SCREAM/
Agents Everywhere listening on the phone gangstalked targeted tracked/
The god of this world the devil in his own experimenting Lab/
It’s a PROJECT We like MICE/
Torn down the Projects Monopoly Gentrification is the Game of Life/
Up Goes the Price/
Why do we have to pay to LIVE?
The Natural Resources Of The Earth were not created by MAN/
They indoctrinating The KIDS/
The FOODS WE EAT GMOS IN THE FRIDGE/
Trinity
I know you’ve been looking for me/
I’ve been looking for you/
Have you ever received an invitation from Death.
I did because someone in the home office overlooked that I had died once.
I died last year and I did not like it. No one greeted me and there was no music playing over the loud speakers.
Wherever my body want after jumping off that flying carpet was poorly lit.
No streets lights or directional signs that pointed up or down or right or left.
Unlike Dorothy in the land of Oz
I had no road map or guides to lead me.
The Unified Field I found myself in was dark and void like a Black Hole.
But where all things were possible and it was up to my imagination to do whatever it was that I wanted to do or not.
There was no time and no light and no physical matter to speak of but only my consciousnesses and that split into many dimensions.
I saw myself watching my other self and speak to my other self that was speaking to myself that had inhabit that body that I had left when I died.
Me and I and we spoke telepathic and made a decision to return back to that old physical body because it really was not time to take the next step.
So when the office of Death finally caught up with me when I came back to life and said that they were sorry but my account had expired.
I laugh at the agent of Death and said too late I have paid my the price that was due and when my time comes again I will consider my options.
A free verse is a free verse in it's beginning,
no matter the form of it's ending!
Free only is the verse if the verse remain free.
Free as in the wind blows in rustles of tree leaves.
Freedom as birds glide on thermo updrafts,
over slanted mountain peaks.
Free as whispers of voices or so it seems,
in the freedom of wind through tender young
branches of Pine needle fingers.
Say as one pleases in one's freedom of speech,
in the words of freedom’s verse as new consciousnesses awake.
Freedom loves freedom, freedom belongs to freedom,
freedom has it’s source to freely give.
Life is as free as free verse disperse.
O Cosmic breath, expel your consciousness,
I await, I listen, I anticipate. In the freedom of
cosmic consciousness, I begin, I proceed,
my beginning is my end, my end is my beginning.
All, as I dwell inside the freedom of now.
Life’s freedom lives in the now, like a free verse,
it needs no plot. Freedom to be for sake of being,
in finding joy in being, whatever the form.
My joy is thus fulfilled in being uniquely self.
Matters not the form, it only purpose is for
experiencing the freedom of being uniquely free!
Come! Soar, with me, in the spirit of the
eagle's glide upon freedom love's source,
of a free verse disperse.
I find one, languid on the sidewalk,
languishing in the hearts
minds
Eyes
consciences
consciousnesses
of
Us,
The
Real
Machines.
But of course it’s dead.
Who would presume
with a knowing Eye
that its battery
would
last
longer
than
An
Intake
Of
Air
Needed
For
Sustenance?
But of course it’s not real.
Who would assume
with a knowing Eye
that when I try
to screw its head off
my hands
get
Patterly
Spattered
With
Red
Stripes
On
White?
But of course.
Mr. President put it there
as a trap
a bait
a birdfeeder.
An Intake Of Air Needed For Sustenance.
A Patterly Spatter Of Red Stripes On White.
But of course not.
Off comes the head,
out go the eyes,
surveillance cameras
monitoring the flick of my fingers,
the expert pinch of pointer and thumb
which flattens the bird-brain,
that repository of reposing knowledge
for reposing Presidents,
Intaking Air Needed For Sustenance,
languishing on couches
Patterly Spattered With Red Stripes On White.
Is not this the brevity of human life?
In my conciseness and exacting mentions
The proper use of words in my writing or speeches, huh
In awe, at naught-what
Is not this the brevity of human life?
While filling my mind of redundant thoughts
Conciseness What, Concision Why,
Succinctness Yes,
Is not this the brevity of human life?
Economy of the stock market crashes the economy clashes raise more taxes , huh!
Language skill, consciousnesses, shortness IRS you either do or don’t pay your taxes;
Briefness stills faithful wills,
Pithiness jaunt, pith, incisiveness skills,
Is not this the brevity of human life?
Crispness words rips truths and lies spills;
And we're all compactness together,
And we shall compression compactness, compression forever (huh);
Laconic, terseness, pointlessness, curtness, abruptness; (what)
"This verse notable for its clarity and brevity"
Shortness of time, why;
"This verse is or isn’t the brevity of human life"
This verse shortness, briefness, transience, What
It’s transitiveness, ephemerality What!,
Impermanence Huh??
Is, is not the brevity of human life-Huh
What is not this the brevity of human life?
Is not this the brevity of human life?
9/11/19
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Pure awareness
Unattached to form
Just IS
As it IS
Complete
But since the awareness wishes
Choicelessly wishes
To engage in movement
It does
Creating matter
And energising it
With a part of itself
Without reducing itself
Or being affected by matter
Though in it, with it
And so
Matter ...
Or consciousness
Thus energised
By awareness
Yawns
Stirs
Stretches
Awakens
And becomes itself ...
Awareness
There then being no difference
No separateness
Between the awareness
That brought this awareness
Into being
And ITSELF
The human form
Of consciousness
Is the latent awareness
Having already yawned
Already stirred
And now awakening
Within form
To become awareness
Pure awareness
Without form
The body
An instrument magnificent
Enigmatically magnificent
Within which
Consciousness detects
Grid lines that connect ...
The entire body itself ...
Completely
Each grid line
Having nodes
These nodes are then occupied
Energised
By awareness
Making them conscious
Just as awareness
Once made consciousness awareness
And so
Each node is now consciousness
Enabling awareness
To be joyous in movement
Of the node consciousness
Born
Energised
And awakening
Within it
Later to be distinct though unified
To itself become awareness
As is ALL
These grid lines
All interconnected
Across the body
Of which the spine to head chakras ...
Are but one
A prominent one but nevertheless ...
One of several grids
Each continuum of the grid
Whether at the node or without
Being alive & aware
So as such
Everything being awareness
In entirety
Yet ...
The magnification of awareness
At the nodes
Which are consciousnesses
Dormant and now created, born
Or say energised
Awaken
And thereby enable
The totality of consciousness
Within form awakening
And experiencing awakening
In conjunction within
Nodes awakening
In unison
As a symphony
Of the formless movement
Of awareness itself
Are connected at all continuums
Of the entirety of awareness
Boundlessly
Within form
Without form
As the one awareness
That IS
Disclaimer:
No elaboration offered
For the revelation in stillness
Which each consciousness
Awakening
To & as awareness
In timeless time
Receives and becomes
As One in Oneness
Pure Awareness
23-October-2020
Flashback from 30-November-2018
Concentric constellations of cosmic
Consciousnesses catapult cuneiform
Cubi-calm charismatics, creating
Crystalline coloured corridors, casually
Camouflaged, commanding cyclic
Cryptic compassionate calling cards.
Center court conniptions calculate
Comparable crying connective
Cellular cumulative consolidations.
CAUTION!
CONTAINS CARING CONTENTS
while you're all rediscovering yourselves
getting creative in the realms of denial
ignoring your duties as humans, men, souls, consciousnesses
surrendering your rights for some momentarily safety bites
there are silent cries
riding rockets to them skies
you got it all wrong
HE won't interfere
it's our test
He'll just pat on their hearts and wipe fear
angels whispering patience to them innocent ears
you will never know how we see you
we're out jailed in your fear and stupidity
we see peeking behind your weeping windows
we're thankful and grateful
poor pockets rich hearts
eying
hi tech and low lives
no wonder
you surrendered your own
wouldn't you sell out mine
welcome to the 21st century human pantomime
too open to be a conspiracy
too evident to be a theory
you chose blindness
and blind you'll be resurrected
from your purpose and humanity you defected
tough times missing tough men
Tamer Hossam
In the beginning
childlike innocence
and softened attention
gently rotated polarities
in carefree playful parlance
With formation of ego identity
came immersion in narrowness
stagnation in domain of transience
enveloping us in delusion of separateness
Upon exhausting and expending all our energy
recognising the futility of our stuporous indulgence
thought rested attention distilled in divine entwined synergy
The dropping of fears & desires spiralling the external ephemeral
unifying our in-form and formless consciousnesses with love eternal
In prayerful surrender
05-October-2020
The divine revelation
Stored in memory
Manifesting anticipation
Makes our next meditation ordinary
Zeal for self actualisation
Motive being power
Narrow ego precipitation
Makes us fall lower
Exiting stagnation & anticipation
Childlike non doer doing
Optimises consciousnesses ascension
With awareness nonchalantly looking