Best Subliminal Poems
Reaching unto the Passing light everything coming, of life's allowance,
realisation.' the way of creations travel; and resultant living glimpsed..'
there is the Presence of possibility's and the placing of days.. Even unto deeds
time not Divine wasted by
precocity & the mediocre, brooks of life's
insincerity.' Sweep no pathway clean.
©Joe Maverick 28-10-2015
I’ll never fully understand,
Why any sane man would believe,
That an explosion could create,
All that exists to be conceived,
That almost 14 billion years has past,
Of evolutionary change,
We used to swing form tree to tree?
To me, that sounds a little strange!
So do they fully understand,
The inner workings of the mind?
Did they come across Pandora’s’ box,
While excavating mines?
Or have they traveled back in time,
To watch the process of creation?
Maybe they've made contact with E.T.s’
From a parallel dimension?
Were they given sacred knowledge?
Of this existence and the stars?
Do they now know where we come from,
Why we’re here and who we are?
They're our top government officials,
The NSA and FBI,
They are the people, whom have power,
Over people like you and I,
Or are they simply just misled?
Unconscious soldiers for the devil,
A pawn in a war they’ll never win,
And fighting upon a subliminal level!
So, do they know not what is going on?
Or do they simply choose not to care?
Do they understand what happening here?
It’s called subliminal warfare!
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson
I have my reasons-
most of which you'll never know;
I have my precedents,
for every friend and every foe.
My obsession is subliminal manipulation-
based on mutual obligation,
and entire recreation
using my imagination's-
idea of accommodation
&Personal inspiration.
Fate or coincidence
as if we have a choice
constantly at odd
with those who share
a difference in their voice
as if we could change the world
so pretentious for us to concieve
as if only a single soul
still in me would believe
Fake or conciousness
a notion to betrothed
as if you betterment
was for me to love and loathe
everything in place the explanation
was there was a grand design for that
or just a repetition of certain circumstances
and leave no chance to reason
Break the code
or break the mode
broken cycles, growing old
fading voices go being unknown
but my choice is mine alone
take the hand of a higher power
or take a thermo nuclear shower
submit or be done with
tossed out like the waste
just a tiny hint of power
leaves a certain taste
corruption is only almost certain
free will still relates
to the points so poignant
they are pinpointed mistakes
not yet made
Premeditated, so there goes destiny
as if a higher power
has the power to contain me
as if a higher consious is out there
for me to have
thats the only certainty I know
almost for sure why I push back
the unknown is out there
driving all so called life
for you so call everything
must come easy for you
like butter to the knife
and you wonder why your drowning
and cannot break the surface
look deep inside your mirror
into the fate you may be worthless, coincidentally
The pain that used to be my thorns
Red roses were born
Love torned
The nasty scars weren’t healed
But my broken self, I’ve rebuilt
I have been walking over an endless dessert
My hunger for water, became lesser.
I can’t be better
The silent screams that turned me owl
The faceless soul detached, I’ve stood up devoured.
The odes of elegy I used to write for you
Turn the page for a haiku of optimism and fate
This is my current state
Your empty feelings, burned bridges for me
Now, can’t you see?
My pain, my grief
Your freedom, your new leaf
Turn the wheels
You are now crawling for stilts
Allow me to rejoice your karma
While you lurk in guilt and I get to wear the tiara.
Scar my intention
Weaken my voice of doubt.
Like a lion caught
In a mousetrap -
Ducking and Diving
And finding
No end
To this dark tunnel
Of retribution.
And for a fleeting moment,
I accept.
I accept me.
Without modification
Or criticism.
I am me
For all
Eternity.
Fred was my subliminal lover
Blew like the southern wind of Tover
He hissed me a whisper
Ungenuine lisper
Missed elliptical kiss in Dover
Fred was my subliminal lover/Limerick
Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
19 November 2014
Subliminal messages driving me insane
I can't seem to stop them from entering my brain
When they send me their messages it's loud and clear
I wonder how it's possible others can't hear
I am the main target they're directed at me
I'm not paranoid if you look close you will see
Words to a puzzle that have been carefully placed
Answers they discovered as my life has been traced
They know all my habits the preferences I hold
If they push the right buttons they know I'll be sold
The smart phone they sold me is one of many tools
I keep playing their game without knowing the rules
I'm feeling helpless a little out of control
Subliminal messages attacking my soul
Time to reconsider what's important to me
Then I can break away and become truly free
With new smartphone technology they can track where we are and
customize information on screens in stores to our specific interests
based on our buying habits they can learn our preferences, for music
fashon and types of travel as well as food and dining preferences.
Was it some kind of a subliminal perception?
Confusing my interpretations of a misconception.
Was it you that pulled an affectionate deception?
Forcing me into a fake deflection.
A maneuver of the circumstance selections.
A ruse, a scheme, a hoodwinked hoax.
Walking around in your personality cloaks.
Hidden persuasions,
caused my mental imagery to blurry.
"Why you dodging me now?
Sit down, there's no hurry".
I just need a second of your time,
Help me figure this out.
I'm a little confused,
how this situations turned out.
Let's analyze the beginning,
the initiation.
Yet again,
I do get tired of being patient.
But it won't be much longer,
at this rate your health's going.
I just can't save you anymore,
your killing yourself,
slowly.
How does a person become so unstable?
Cycles like this?
Believing well structured fables.
My thoughts catch on fire,
like my circuits need rewired.
Ashes still fill the void,
where you burned me out,
with your crack lighter.
I just wanted to tell you,
thanks for this paradox.
Keep my memories in the attic,
in a duct taped shoe box.
Some days I'll admit,
I miss the past you.
The one before you turned into,
this cold bitter shrew.
Now your growing weary,
hairs turning gray.
Wasting sand in the hourglass.
As grandfather clocks tick away.
With every hit that you take.
Chemicals taking it's toll.
Lost your Mind. Body. And soul.
I do apologize,
from you I had to retreat.
I had to be the bad guy,
and do what's best for me.
I never meant to leave you behind.
But really the truth is.
I keep trying to hide.
Now that the truth's made an appearance.
I caught a glimpse, saw your face,
til then, never
was my vision the clearest.
I'd never noticed,
all the lines and cracks,
patched up in between,
weak attempts,
to keep your reflection unseen.
Let's ask your keeper,
and see what they tell?
The masquerades over,
pull off that, veil.
"Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
who was the best masked?
At the ball?"
Never your mind,
with my twisted fairy tales.
My mind got ran over,
skipping tracks on Disney's,
story Beast and the Bell?
Anyways that's the story,
of a para-box border.
Just another bipolar,
with a mom complex disorder.
Like the kiss of the moonlight on the skin
Like the touch of an angel so delightful
Like the elusive kiss of the daybreak
Is the love of one so dear and delightful
Is the smile when i do recall moments
Moments with her always so subliminal
The joy so tantalizing to the senses
The pleasures always so intoxicating
Moments littered with flames of love
Drama invoked karma strangulating serenity. Singularity of unsurprised reason, such a wasted manufacturer to tinker and tether the nature of our society. In your world of opulent polished weaponry and wheel spinning rubber, you exchange the price of moral greed with perishing hunger souls. Controversy tears the false accusations of loyal ring holders. In a love incarnate by steel cut diamonds. Seductive smiles reeling your heart pouring emotions to beg.
Fraudulent capricious deities, you know not the meaning of love. Your fad invoked pleasure induced from this syndrome. Talentless loser of loss are the ill fainted manners of you and I. There is a meaning behind all of these words. Can minds decipher the subliminal coding. Or are such minds to incompetent to comprehend. Your eyes hold all the secrets. You handed me the key, to unlock your casing of personal beauty. Locks altered the façade of who once was.
In a dimmer light I can almost see her breath fog glass.
Unto the dark and into light,
Unto the dark and into light
We shall forebode our passions and dreams.
-Mitch
Only if you knew that you live like a God in a place my heart has found you fit to rule
only if you knew that I would be the opposite of what God would cal one of his own if I Were to find out that not only I
Can make you smile and make you feel sugary and not have an explanation for it
Only if you knew
you would recent the idea of falling asleep on my chest
The very foundation of your peacekeeping concentration camp would play out like the rest
You would start believing in a curse
only if you knew what would happen in the Myst of a fairy-tale Adam and eve would see themselves immortalized in being chopped in half
if My existence learnt that the absence of another man in one of the most important days of your life brought you nothing but the question of where you stand
while I. The King Still reigns by your side
I would crack open the heavens and drag down an angel with its wing
Hold it down long enough till the sins of this earth stain it so that the rejection would last longer that than existence itself
Only if you knew
How that stayed with me without knowing
The honesty we find in solace
sets us on road trips we don't have lunch boxes for
sometimes,is it about listening or is about subjecting yourself to the moral of what is right
My dear
I know the power of chemistry,It has the tendency of showing off by blowing up before the magician can make a perfect landing
Especially when the story was left on a good note
subliminally,
He invaded my castle
killed my guards and two pit bulls got into my fortress
sat on my throne and felt home
only if you knew what it does to me
That you too can establish communication that is no where to be seen
It breaks my ego in what can be put together again
only if you knew
what I would give to have the ability to snatch his contact numbers off your mind
you can look me in the eye
Serenade me with what you have to say with your mouth but its your eyes that I am looking for
windows to your soul my love
I wish you knew
how beating your life because your heart is deformed can have an impact in your trust
The trust our names put together rhymes with
Subliminally
Are we really that strong?
are we aware of the vulnerabilities that are there to parish us off
Maybe just maybe
I am reading to much into a dream
could the feeling be mutual ?
she seldom smiles and when she does so do i
she clings to angels and clandestine clouds on high
her thoughts are a mystery held in the hand of a sequestered place
she seldom smiles but when she does it paints one on my face
while i wonder what the winsome woman ponders about
as she sits upon a padded divan within a cabin formed of concrete and doubt
she strolls steadfastly and softly searching for security
a romantic lady who reflects refinement, patience and purity
every step premeditated
each measured movement by a mystery created
no one can be certain what thoughts slice though her mind
she is divinity, deliberation and a delicacy defined
her past is hidden by tommorow's demand
and her future is forecasted by a far off land
she follows a chart set for strenth verses stagnation
as her conscience vies with mis-information
she seldom smiles and i wonder why
she has everything a god of beauty cannot deny
a woman with a countentenance that is counted among a very few
as her lips drip with the taste of virgin morning dew
she mixes up drinks, minds and sundry styles
for that there is the lady who seldom smiles
(c) 2012....~free cee!~ PHREEPOETREE
Ephemeral Versus Subliminal
When it happened must have been precursory
To fact there once was a major controversy
Between each thought that remains subliminal
Ending up being short-lived and ephemeral.
So to some facts you started being resigned
Not only is it restricted but a narrow mind
As to way we perceive and see all things
And with them all of the discomfort it brings.
If you have been both breathing and ventilating
Face turns red and many things are humiliating
Bernie has been know to talk you to death
But Hillary's great speeches take away your breath.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
~Foreshadow From Thee Sublime Sunlight In The Subliminal Black Of The Lighter Mind~
Fore What Work Be Done, Fore
Which Is Done Yet, Be Done
Unto Humanity, Which Is Thy Soul,
That Which Encomber, To Thy Test
Of The Mind, They'n Will Be
Done, To Show What is To Do,
Yet Thus Which is not Yet Seen
Done . . . What Does Doth On Thee,
To Test, Which is to Do . . . Yet
Is Have Not Done Yet, This
Be Done, This, Yet is Me Thyn, Fore
What I Will Do, is
Not Done Yet.