Best Hypnosis Poems
Attune yourself to see the miracle of music.
Merging with the dance is truly ecstatic.
Hey! Swing, sway and frisk, every way it’s fantastic!
Stir your senses, I wanna hear your riotous roar.
Unbound and bounce, in you I see Terpsichore
Just dance, just dance! Forget every frightening chore!
I call it meditation, the best way of catharsis.
Whirl, twist, sway and spin under wonderful hypnosis.
Dance! Just dance, it needs no basics!
Hey! Go with the beat. Dance to the tune of your heartbeat.
Don’t stop, keep stomping your feet.
Groove, groove, groove!
Don’t stop, don’t stop that move!
Yes! You are a blend of perfection.
I know dancing is an addiction,
Unbound soul’s reflection.
Groove, groove, groove!
Don’t stop, don’t stop that move!
To hell with the stares!
Come on come on who cares!
Dance to the music of spheres!!
17/03/2019
she bends over me as I sit yawning,
morning lazy at the blue kitchen table;
ever carefully, with a yellow potholder,
she gently holds, lifts the red pan handle;
slowly she pours steaming water
into my cup, filling without spilling,
the brown powder tosses tiny islets
out on the surface, floating, swirling;
and quickly these begin to dissolve,
the water looking like amber syrup,
as she stirs tiny circles with my spoon,
tan, sudsy whirlpool hypnotizes my cup !
We love them everywhere we go,
Every size and every shape,
We dream them when we’re fast asleep,
And we stare when we’re awake,
And some are big and round and warm,
While some are firm and pert,
And some are out on full display,
Some are squashed behind a shirt,
Then when she runs they hop about,
Try escaping to be free,
And when they do this fantastic dance,
It’s the only thing we see,
And so we see them everywhere we go,
The mounded rounded pearls,
Our beautiful women in our lives,
Her jugs, her gorgeous girls.
Drifting, my excellence
Blonde air-line.
Comme ce comme sais.
Bungalow Bang
Leave my space. Richard Gere in my car.
Space-Fraud
Sickening Mercedes Benz
Woah- woah. That is.
Plastic Coke
Metal Cork. Colour the Heinz.
Lovely 1980 arrives
From that first touch
before I could comprehend
the pulsating movements between our hands
as our fingers entwined
to lead the dance
without choreography
without intention
each step into the unknown
and the rhythm grows
intensifying the senses
into that state of hypnosis
called ecstasy
a rapture that binds me to you
in the chains of desire
where all I need is your hunger
like a spark igniting the fury
at the gateway to oblivion
© JG Farmer 2017
Form: Free Verse
And apptitude conserves not fare
the blind assumption that all faith is share
from human standpoint's grimace and the stare
are insolent in doing, stealing, bare!
As childishness, a spirit roams the air
encapsulation effort ~ stunning care
and bringing to vexation conscience spare
controlling by suggestion, swinging dare!
This selfishness of reason, stupid swear
is not fine art's creation, thinking's prime
but as hypnosis, treason leads to blind
resumption of false following, hope resigned!
That pillage of surrender, sweetness mined
is that controlling freeze of truth's combine!
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Edgar Allan Poe
The crowd approached the lens of the mega camera. Its gnawing rose up in the smoke of 5,438 cigarettes encircled in the density of that afternoon. Moisture brought a stench of copper and old gold and bits of coal intermingled with splinters from -what at simple glance appeared to be- a human jaw. When it rains, Palenque is as fragile and shifting as mirages in the desert.
The euphoria had taken over the town and made of the palenqueros, clairvoyants. The exorbitant pressures on their optic nerve reached the braking point of their vessels. Seeing was no longer possible, now with bloody pupils, in the immense darkness, they became seers.
The hour advanced in highs and lows precipitation. The cloudburst couldn't wait; heavy drops rushed down and some ran with paper bags on their heads, while others made a circle gripped by the handles of their coffee cups. In the distance a haunted chant:
OTRA, OTRA, OTRA!
The mantle of the night caught fire and the howling resounding swindled like pinwheels. The strange music of pain. In a defiant effort, they aimed at turning their heads like tourniquets as they marched on, insanely saints.
Hypnosis cuts off conscious mind
but for souls who’re free from thought flow,
those heart-centric, divine aligned,
trance state for them is a strict no.
Being tied not to the mind-tree,
awareness self-aware is free,
in witness-mode, poised in the void,
no longer by thought forms decoyed.
Once thought a merely mundane matter,
Confronted by daily matters,
Until a sudden overcast
Shining,
A soft blue hue reflecting unto the walls,
Originating from the surface.
Entranced and in utter awe,
I could fall asleep,
In your encompassing blanket
Of pure hypnotic coolness.
Cheating death with a masquerade veneer,
faking the failed attempt to hypnotize,
the prisoner showed no pain as suture
closed the deep knife wound bathed in crimson blood.
His eyes were closed, ebony thoughts within,
blackened to obscurity by his pain.
But his revenge would rear up like a snake
coiled up and seemingly aloof, hiding
behind his opaque compliance and accord.
The razor blade hidden beneath his tongue
would soon be slashing searing and cutting
deep within his enemy's foul, brown flesh.
Within the realm of illusions
Wherein our attention is transfixed
Narrowness of our conclusions
Signals hypnotic maya has us tricked
If we be sleep walking in a trance
All seeming reality but a dream
Freedom simply an unclinging stance
Wherefrom radiant bliss streams
20-August-2020
Our
active
animal
lower urges
overpower us.
Rotating attention,
exiting all stagnation,
all desires and fears rested,
childlike purity of being grants
freedom from ego borne delusion.
Contraction origin in attachment,
of fears and desires spiralling,
pursuing illusions fleeting.
Indulging in the movie,
we hypnotise ourself
amidst images.
The suffering,
life after life
follows
us.
29-October-2020
To feel fully, we enter trance
Ego then leads us on a dance
Cajoling heart to fuel desire
We chase illusions till we tire
Choosing vibrance of nonchalance
14-February-2022
Choked in a endless moment of unheard cries, I wait...
and I feel deep deaden pain surrendering my soul
no one will come, no one cares, its all the lies that have been told
i will not no freedom, and money if had, the wanting will stab
carry me away, from demons with
good standing
demons who have good names
why, cast my name in shadows
and take all do change
ask not why the demon rattles, false lies
demons do as demons do, they always
use money to make a lie look good
smoke and mirrors, knows hypnosis better than your own hand
to concealing what, the unknowing will never see
even if it is said, open says me
your eyes will never see~
aka:lyricvixen
Dehypnotising the soul,
who is stuck in lower mind
is easy but not quite so
for monks who’re empty.