Best Subconscious Poems
Wading In Coolest Streams Of Subconscious Delights
Often I wish my life had been a lost feather,
blowing up high within a sea swept moaning gale.
Lost but quite content in such furious weather
spirit justly weighted upon a cosmic scale.
Often this young heart seeks even greater release
wading in coolest streams of subconscious delights.
Seeking love and joy greater than a golden fleece
rapture, tender arms of my lover winter nights.
R.J. Lindley
Simple Rhymes from (Words From My Muse)
Private Journal
June 24th, 1972
Note: Written many, many centuries ago it now seems..
Forty-five years have now flown by as if a fleeting summer breeze.
layers of sunsets
embrace my heart
the spirit never forgets
emotional works of art
slowly fading light
ever so softly glows
beckoning night
casting shadows on tomorrows
multitudes of sunrises
scorching my mind
memories of prizes
I never thought I'd find
slowly growing light
learning how to shine
granting clear sight
a gift truly divine
all I'm left with is today
and the promise of tonight
dark and light's seductive sway
a raging passionate fight
“It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt,
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills,
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.”
-J.R.R. Tolkien
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Place of Redemption is Darkness
unpetalling - - solace space unfolding
I sail drowsy dim seas without boat
or oars, conversing with walrus, whales
treading liquid tar silent, unseen
in distance a dog barks as I empty
bladder into ocean
underwater cables run fire
Darkness, Cloak of Protection
alchemy distilling gross, grime, goo
a thousand fingers unfelt sew broken
pieces of Life, loosen hooks, nooses
Angels of Death appear, wings
midnight blue, gathering loose threads
snapped nerves, false cues
I hear a night ‘plane flying passion
Here Crow visits sea darkly shining
untouching cast charming spells with
silent cymbals, unscathed holds sound
I covet cup of cold black coffee, unsmelt
swarthy, spilling on night waters —
hiding eels, oysters find their feeds
blankets have no feel, weave
unraveling, I perceive spindles
Coelacanth swim inquisitive incognito
individuated spirits shine poking
examine my tired flesh, as velvet
phantoms we attune to F o r e v e r
black cat runs sky, corrugated quarks
shatter moon smiles, its rock tumbling
rays on rippling nipples, navel upturned
circles spiral gene keys like piano notes
Place of Attunement is Darkness
no stagnation or pothole sidles, earthling placards, test tubes or empathy labels
shimmering umbra behind stars fall
dust upon midnight water smooth
gloom to-fro about unpaid karma
prison cell was scribbled with charcoal
I shout my name, nobody hears or cares
Humming, droning, buzzing black
holes beckon like blackboards with
light language — I recognise Cosmic
sound activating Heart, fall deeper into
b l a c k o u t __>>>
alpha kisses omega as breath leaves
returning in baby gurgles upon a
Bermuda Triangle ~ dog sniffs backyard
Darkness ignites laughter untasted
observing I pay Tolkien tribute, tinkling
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(Gail's Note: Reply Email from Subby Conscience is the sequel to this.)
To: Subby Conscience
From: [email protected]
Re: Communication between You and Me
Date: February 4, 2012
Why isn't it easy to call you at will?
Couldn't I just Twitter or email you until
You provide the answer in clear, solid terms
So that I don't have to lie in your chaotic squirms?
Instead, you tug at my psyche
And laugh at my logic.
You taunt and tug at my struggles
And sap my dream tonic.
You expose my repression
While disguised as a friend
All the while sneaking around
In my personal REM.
A swirl of feelings
Interferes with the theme.
Makes my heart pound and pound.
Makes it seem like a scheme
To interrupt sleep
And destroy my 8 hours.
To wither my psyche
And sap super powers.
And then comes the waiting
Sometimes for years
Of what this all means
Could it always be fear?
But unknown to you
Over time you are helping
To harness the pounding
And process all my days' yelpings
So that I can function in the AM and more
While you are repressed as
I cozily soar.
Published in PS: It's Still Poetry
Volume II
REM(Gail's note: This is the sequel to the Email to Subby Conscience poem.)
To: [email protected]
From: Subby Conscience
Re: Communication between You and Me
Date: February 14, 2012
While I sneak and scheme in your chaotic REM
I am doing nothing more than being a friend.
Those dream-swirls and ‘mare-tugs purge your mind’s eye
so that your psyche can grow and won’t suddenly die.
While you’re gripping tightly to antique feelings that won’t budge
I’m prying them out; giving them a strong nudge.
And as you grudgingly work through a feeling or two
I am working my hardest to make you feel what is true.
I even may help you work out a solution or two
Because during the day you are too busy to.
Who else provides perks that allow you to be
both young and old in the very same dream?
So tell me dear, and answer me this.
What would you do if many nights I missed
And was sneaking around in another soul’s REM
What would your sanity be like then?
Without my help to work out thoughts
That keep you quite sane…
Would you then turn around
And try to cast blame?
Saying Subby’s absence caused you to act like a drip?
Saying Subby’s absence caused your tongue to Freudian slip?
Instead your mind can skyrocket and cozily soar
After I recede in the A.M. and work behind your mind’s door.
Published in PS: It's Still Poetry
Volume II
The beat of the music is knocking from the radio.
It tries to enter her subconscious but the door there won't open.
She has to finish the lunches; then vacuum; sponge the kitchen floor
And now it's time to go to the gym.
She does this three times a week Tuesday and Thursday at the same time, 11:00 in the morning and Saturday's at 1:00 pm.
Two hours of resistance training.
She does a circuit, her circuit.
It is a well planned routine, It is her routine.
It will keep her fit and toned and alive for a few extra years.
As she drives to her workout the radio is knocking again. Knocking, softly, gently at the door that guards the stories she won't talk about.
The places she won't go to and those things that she forbids herself to do.
There lay no death down below,
Endless oblivion, the song of the bone,
A path towards nowhere, where stories unfold,
The visions of the dead, a memory untold.
Ancient voices, sobbing at the door,
He who resisted, but could not ignore,
Soon subdued by the directive,
Humanity's entire subconscious collective...
Demons of times past,
Angels that never were,
They all joined together,
All joined me in this realm.
Throughout the ages of nature,
They oscillate out, and back into play,
Living inside a thought from our maker,
Symbols no different from us today...
She visits in my dreams,
A place that I love to go,
For when my body is sleeping;
My subconscious starts to show.
She is not the same as when I’m awake,
She is fierce and unafraid;
She watches over the pillows,
Where my head is soundly laid.
She has wings just like an Angel,
Only hers are made of light;
With brilliant rainbow hues,
Enough to shine throughout the night.
To me she looks much older,
Maybe even wise;
One look at me and I know,
She can see right through my lies.
For her and I are one,
No hiding from the truth;
She understands that I’m growing,
Developing from my youth.
She never passes judgment,
For herself would be included;
Her thoughts are always brilliant;
And never convoluted.
I’m referring to my soul;
Aged throughout my lives.
She gives my words their meanings;
And my body is what she drives.
Inspiring my movements,
And wiping all of my tears;
Her voice is mine but rings through,
My head and out my ears.
Perhaps it’s her who is writing this,
Giving me the rhyme;
My subconscious and my consciousness;
Working together for all of time.
Although most won’t understand this,
That it is about a different part of me,
Tonight under the full-moon;
I’m setting my spirit free.
Allowed to dance in the stars,
And run across the sky;
Only to return to our body,
Suppressing her urge to fly.
Dark night, cold rain
you and I standing there
beyond our understanding
the ocean our domain
in front of it we shiver
trying to decipher
Subconscious mind is showing us
the dream has taken over us
what is the meaning of the signs
Have we met in another life?
CARLOS MONGRUT
2013
How about the woman!
His voice suddenly full of venom
You know the one I speak of
Let's commence her to squealin
It's just a dream you know
You are king of justification
Let's ravage this little beauty
And give her an education
No!!! I quickly scream
Never will I betray her
It's the most beautiful love
Someone like me could encounter
I have hurt her enough
She does not give herself lightly
So under no circumstances
Would I disrespect her dignity
You violate women constantly, he says
But "only in your mind"
So you want humanity to evolve?
This place stinks of your lies!!!!!!
Yet you ridicule belief
You call it "escape from thinking"
But your contempt for women
Has our little dream wreaking
I don't hate women, I say
Regardless of my ex-wife
She was taught to think in lack
Since day one of her life
Then again they have always known
How best to hurt me
But they are just products
Of a reactionary society
As far as the government
It's exactly the same thing
We're a drone hive of escapists
Hiding in the denial of beliefs
But I don't exempt myself
My escapism is becoming clear
I desperately wanted to find you
And overcome my fears
He mocks me with applause
You should run for President
I've found the missing link
Let's build you a towering pyramid
Suddenly he is behind me
Whispering quietly in my ear
Cold chills cover my body
As I succumb to desperate fear
I begin frantically running
To the sound of a demonic lullaby
His laughter mocking every step
The hallway suddenly dark as night
My hair standing on end
Suddenly he is in front of me
And black eyes step into my body
As I wake to the alarm clock's ring
Cold shadows form
Blacker bars from locked window
Fall upon the remaining light and I
Wake caged memories as animals
Metaphors arouse the senses
Silence louder grips regret
And all I can do
Is think to run
But, instead I again hold on tighter
To my waning sanity
No signs insist on warning
Moments like rocks are falling
Always continue to pile up images within
That now stirs the soup thick dark
And begin to play out
An unspeakable act
Every year upon this very day
I watch from balconies, stuck
In tragedies portrayed
And now I see…
What I forgot
Mother, lying
Covered about her sins
Beneath, I’m a child crying
Guilt turning always finds its way
Around the coo-coo clock
Of hands and helpless
To time’s army, life’s ending, ticking, plot
If, but for an instance
I could be free
Free from what
A reality without her
And her needed love
When is enough, enough!
Please, subconscious just let me go…
And I promise
I’ll keep on… going and forgetting
I was walking a lonely road ,
my shadow as my only companion .
Suddenly , I heard a crack quite brute
the sound of probably a rusty boot .
I paused right at my track
and looked from where came the crack
and as I turned and watched my back ,
I saw a figure , all in black .
As I asked ,”Who are you ?”
found out the dream was too good to be true .
So as I hesitated and looked behind ,
I received my answer ,”I am you .”
“I am you , but rather your past .”
I decided to play along ,”How do you do ?”
“Not too good , to be so true .”
“I know , I know , I’ve been through my past .”
“Life just goes on way too fast
and my world is full of lies and lust .”
“I am really sorry for being so miserable .”
“It’s okay , it’s okay , little selfishness is desirable.”
Tears rolled down either of my cheek .
“Are you in pain?” , asked my other self .
“Yes...I repent for what I did .”
“I see . You have passed my trial . You shall be helped.”
He took a dagger out from his coat .
“Take this dagger....and cut my throat .
No hesitation . Sever your thread to your past
and you shall be free until you last .”
As I stood between my past and future ,
I wondered which one was better for me .
But just like every other choice , this too was a wager .
“Thank you....” cried I , and swung the metallic dagger.
“You are now free .” he smiled and said ,
and thus he dissipated into the thin air .
I wondered if what I did was truly for the better
but realized , every two choices are really just as fair .
Seeing her is a vision
His body relaxes; this is where he belongs
Hearing her sweet voice
He caresses her face
He feels her move toward him,
He can barely remain
Her quivering breath, as she whispers his name
He grabs the handles as he is sitting in his chair
Smells of lavender, she tastes of wine
He takes in the aroma, enjoying her flavor
His senses on overload as he traces her spine
Feeling her heartbeat, he is aware of his own
Together their passion unite as one
Something that cannot be undone.
©Holly Moore
November 2012
"Inner Body Movement Contest"
Lord I beseech Thee : Take me Home
I tire of the Sorrows in LIFE
Joy eludes me ; except in POEM
I Truly miss my Beloved : WIFE
But I am here, and SHE is There
Lord I beseech Thee : Take me Home
In Heaven I’ll Live anywhere
Golden Castle ; or Oceans foam
I walk along my catacomb
Fearful of Evil, silhouette
Lord I beseech Thee : Take me Home
As Written in “Heaven’s Gazette”
Just once more, I see my “ LENORE “
Be Queen of Heaven’s Honeycomb
Ready to Live FOREVER More
Lord I beseech Thee : Take me Home
As I
slumber,
a dream encumber,
wakefulness denied
in fitfulness.
What be changed
when I awake
from subconsciousness?
'tis the dreams
forgotten
that matters
to the deaf, blind
unfeeling mind
within,
matters to the within
of things
encompassed in:
As I, Dream
I am.