Best Perceptual Poems
second terra,masters of the nether world,
black is their art,as crafty smoke curls
behind a screen,landscaping scenes,amazing,
chemical elements influence our being
projecting images,manipulating thoughts
misguided perceptions easily bought
subliminal messages,chaotic fuel
hatred belies evil despotic rule.
recreant,miscreant,one and the same
lowly existence,there they'll remain
sinking lower to depths,uncaring of deeds
subliminal messages,planting evil seeds
appearances frequent to mislead perceptual
third eye needed to discern the actual
programs running,they're constantly gunning
head shots,heart shots,they've got,cunning
skills diverse,if left open for attack
awareness,understanding,will guard your back
no compromise on the bridge
as you stand on the ridge
spirit within' to keep you on edge
outskirts,outposts,uncharted fields
strength and honor,due time it will yield.
ACCLIVITY
It is so easy to refine and relax through this perceptual escape.
Your thoughts are pure and thinking is disengaged.
As time pass, we will discuss out.
We will share our thoughts and our afterthoughts.
Everybody pay attention to the ambiance of the wind.
When you feel your soul is aglow, let your spirit be seen.
This is all part of the image you perceive.
When the sun is shining, we will take a nature walk.
This ascertain philosophies form from a greater source.
People are on the move promoting the cause of a better way.
The aura is vibrant to vitalize our ideas.
Representation provided by reflection of our past is process toward healing.
Precedents that signifies our progression and new found acumen are mindsets profound.
We are here to inform and make life formed detrimental to our choices.
Everybody listen to the waterfall.
Our inclination is to take control.
We are of character to not falter.
We spiraling upward to pinnacle.
Yet there is more to device.
Our cognizance is superlative.
Our time is here.
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Scribe July 2, 2015!
Perpetually I am thrown in the pulse of mourning against the wall
With sincerity I ask lord if you indeed subsist, apprehend my soul through it all
From the immoral ways accumulated in yesteryears
I am accustomed to transcending from suppressed fears
Repercussions in distance range persevering to be
Father exculpate this afflicted soul for trespassing those who have trespassed and scorned even me
For vile exploitation administered in reticence
For counteracting the blessings restored in the pathway of supreme acceptance
For aliments of self extorted mental strains, I request at your mercy I plea...I declare
In tolerance of relapsing the course of tempting habits; I approach your throne with a sinner's prayer
The convulsions and embittered tendencies tarnishing my soul, lord extricate my eternal spirit
I surrender to your impositions, the truth as it is; not as I would acquire it
Deliver me from perceptual incarceration, obscuring in apprehension my eyes
Impel my perception, my countenance from being camouflaged in disguise
I am inquiring redemption in urgency to be emancipated, to be set free
I have nowhere else in contingency to turn, metamorphose my persona to see
My promise to conform to your will documenting your word, I humbly articulate my plea
I beg of you to consider hearing a sinner's prayer!
I never always truly sometimes
Wish I could be just like you
Better than not just good enough
One of the rare unlucky few
To be calm cool and uncollected
To be at the bottom of the perceptual top
Bopping to the sound of a dyslexic drummer
Whetting appetites I just cannot stop
To be imprisoned in the prison of freedom
Doing those things I shouldn't want to do
Left right forward back at the beginning
Like a child size adult version of you
I never always truly sometimes
Wish I could be the only one me
A little eccentric somewhat normal
Wondering towards who I wish to be
For nothing is everything I wanted
Now everything is nothing worthwhile
I live in the moment of forever
Trying to turn back a broken fixed dial!
I once met a man of great integrity. He was timeless,
with no constraints, restrictions or illusions. He was to
be as seen, no distortions, with perceptual consistency,
without misrepresentation or delusion, guiltless, forthright,
sincere, candid, open, trusted, honorable, square, just,
upright, fair genuine, straightforward and frank. He really
was an all-round good guy. Funny though, for the life
of me, I just can't seem to remember his name...
Halo matutino en barro
Depresivo estanque nutricional
Epidermis en amontonamiento
Particular
Escasean; segunda capa
Cableado óseo para tomar
Ligero desvarío perceptual
Deshebra leguaje colegial
Frontal olímpico
Sin dejar de ser materia potencial
Los peces vuelan mejor en estrechos
Posibilidad
Entre espacio gramatical
Pasillo curvo
A punto de fuga
Cascada lo no usual
Riel fijo, se encorva; octagonal
Barbarie sensorial
Extensión de personalidad figurada
Perversión física legal
Ilegible pulso sobre planos
Odisea en cuchara de caucho
Último punto navegable
Sur cenital al salir
Retorna al puerto matinal
Cuadrando patrón monarca
Infinidad
For my muse, I choose the euphoric source
Of my most transcendent -
Lovely
- Muddy
Memories.
Perceptual flashes? slosh slushing
Approaching an untamed blue-green pond
Just your average amphibian gone blonde.
In sunshine or windward shower.
Loitering around the grassy brim,
On that one slick rock, I stood up
Catch a fish. oooooh, you swift ~
Let it back in?
Or you could...
Run screaming like the flaming river rumbling down the mountain.
To the lunulate lagoon?? in the front yard
Hop & stand
Fish in hand You. Have. To. Make. It.
But the gargantuan estate. . . it's too late.
That tiny t-rex gait, might just seal
That golden guppies fate.
Cause you sprung like spring
And set that little sucker free.
Truth Is...
Truth is whatever you want it to be!
Truth can be both or neither conceptual and perceptual!
Truth can be both or neither objective and subjective!
Truth is can either relative or not relative!
Truth is truly in the eye of the beholder!
Truth is truly in the eye of the believer!
Truth is truly in the ears of the listener!
Truth is truly in the mouths of the sayers!
Truth is whatever you want it to be!
Truth is whatever you believe it to be true!
Truth is whatever you think it to be true!
Truth is whatever you need to believe it to be true!
Truth is whatever you desire it to be true!
Truth is whatever you follow that others to be true!
Truth is a falsehood to some and a fact to others!
Truth is whatever others have forced you to believe to be true!
Truth is whatever you think is popular in today's society!
Truth is whenever you believe in unpopular facts to be true!
Truth is whenever you speak against and oppose so-called fictitious-facts!
Truth is whatever opinions that you want to believe in!
Truth is whenever you satirize and expose corruption in everything and everyone!
Truth is whenever you don't believe in politically correctness and aren't ever politically correct, because certain people don't want to be offended by your truths, and instead they want to take away your freedom of speech by making it hate speech!
Truth seems to be almost non-existent these days because it's not the same as it once was!
Vaciado perceptual
Comunidad del mosaico
Romper fonético
Vocablo salpicado
Lenguaje estático
Pulsado a digito
O cucharada en segunda
Onda sónica estacionaria
Dupla a distancia
Monumental manchón magnético
Dos cuartos de habitación
Perspectiva impresa
Sellando células
Texto entre textos
El octavo horizonte
Sólo otra pieza…
Discarded by-product.
Was it difficult to explain it to us?
Forgive me my dear gods
for I can not understand your puzzle.
I'm not worthy of your intelligence
because I'm stupid standing up and watching
in the sky looking for you.
I cry my dear gods
because you left me
I do not belong neither heaven nor earth
I feel the eternity goes away for me ...
How many times do I still have to die!
Self-control, detachment and mercy
in the chains of feelings, passions and desires!
As a bastards left on the road
we feed on animals poisons.
Are we worthy of your salvation
my dear gods!?
Dirty and damned!
We carry viruses.
Oh my gods tell us why you gave us consciousness?
Dear gods or God!
We are yours
Irony of grammatical error
or maybe genetic mistake
or maybe historical mistake
or maybe perceptual error
or maybe medical mistake
or maybe space error
or maybe or maybe...
Dear gods, we are yours
an unconscious mistake.
Come and destroy us!
An infant death of thought!
Lives a feeble mind'
Like deception of perception,
But intolerance is bad reception'
the intensity of the physical,
And the perceptual effect'
Lives you victimized and helpless,
Because a choices of an individual'
Aligned with a given idea..!!!!
To be Vessels of Selflessness
we're understanding that
through birth is our future unfolding;
carried upon the shoulders of guiltlessness;
through minds of inoffensiveness;
embraced by hands of innocuousness
and immersion..
In..
a world weaved through universal beholding;
we're creating with a heartfelt devotion;
touched by soul-moving adoration;
passing timeless connection;
for non-religious veneration
and amazement..
With..
our Beings' undeniable amorous Calling;
by the realization of the perceptual embodiment
of our Souls inevitable arbitraments
through their final awakenments
and remembrance of commitment
and loyalty..
To..
this place of Love and Belonging;
of immense transcended integrity.
That through deep Soulmate equality
we embedded Love as limitless security
for our children's souls immortality
and balance..
That..
They may Rise through their life's Morning;
safely see with a clear sighted acceptance.
Hear the Universe's never-ending resonance;
breathe the Now's vast guidance
of each moments healing absorbance
and recognition..
They are each Individual One's
and gifts of Love
Bouncing across the checker board
I'll captain this ship
Advance or retreat
Something in between
Power holds all the money
Its funny to be upset or
Disgruntled
Synesthesia rampart
As molten sense changes form
Its altered or reborn
A soul in the melting pot
Of Creation
So when its your turn
Ill observe
The movement and assumption
Which battery packed brigade
Made it across the line
Jujitsu in the heart of the city
Street stomping Wall Street papers
I'm not a shapeshifter or a drifter searching for a home,
one who's weary of roaming like a song on the wind
that no ears can hear except for mine alone.
I'm not a gypsy cursed by a binding spell, but worse,
one who seems not able to move as time passes by.
I'm in a realm of consciousness, spiritually tethered to life,
but filled with a sense of being alone and disconnected.
I feel somewhat rejected from others of the same ilk,
unable to emerge from a maze where each turn ends in strife,
or wrapped in the webbing of spider spun silk.
There is no suffering in this place, this space where I exist.
I hesitate to call it a journey, perhaps it's understood best
if I describe it as a relocation or a transient quest.
Did some twist of fate lead me through a dark tunnel
where there's an illuminated path waiting for me to take?
It's blurred, but I have the vision that it's not a prison,
but I'm sitting in Zen position, inside an opaque shell,
immersed in perceptual thoughts, where sapience starts.
At once I understood that my life is interwoven with others.
That shell, like a balloon, burst and I was awed in oneness
with the Earth, awakened as though I'd just discovered
a universe where spiritual acceptance hovers like clouds.
I recovered my cognitive faculties... what will be, will be.
Not the que sera, sera kind found in lyrical song.
One that everyone hears, a harmonic symphony of souls.
Much clearer now, there are sights and sounds,
a different kind of oneness that left me vacuous as before.
This one is substantially more essential. It's more real,
for I feel a certain kind of camaraderie, an urgent zeal
that appeals to me to belong, to be one with something
that lies over the threshold of an opened door.
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In the red dust bowl of a dry river bed
an afterlife flowed to the distance ahead
where the eyes cannot figure the view at the end
or what lies in wait around the bend.
Gnarled fisher of dreams in twisted pain,
serotonin running on empty again,
hook, line and sinker striking out
at the mercy of drama and throat-baking drought.
The matrix yields fish scales and white brittle bones,
snarling with pushcarts and tyres and stones,
cold hearted cold comfort in buying the farm,
played out and gutted in way of all harm.
Saviours in capsules, tempting, awaiting
slow release promise of sweet contemplating
of sunshine and smiles and a clouding sensation
on perceptual lips of a doped Prozac nation.
Reality crooked and head-cocked to the quizzical
ironic destiny, mental and physical,
for where can a tangible world claim to be
in a chloroform blanket of glib fantasy?
A channel, once arid, wells up with blue water
baptising the night growing lighter and shorter;
slap happy people with slap happy faces
rise and shine early to go through their paces.
Delusional masques fashioned harder and stronger
to heads in a dizzying party line conga,
the bad blown away in a chemical fatality,
antidepressant…or anti-reality?