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The Shame of Our Sentient State

The pride that comes from ego

And the prejudice from ignorance

Sees humanity in a hole

Created by its own arrogance

It will not work in consciousness

To evolve and to transcend

It simply wants to fight itself

In a selfish battle of greed and hate

Reflections of its flawed state

Transposed and manifesting in toxic waves

Negating positive frequencies

Through their unawakened brain

The illusory drains

Their ability to retain

Any sense of love, peace and compassion

Which is why this earth they are trashing

Like mindless zombies

Feeding off the flesh of this earth

And inflicting so much self hurt

And I find quite embarrassing

That a sentient race keeps clashing

With its own ignorant flaws

That ends up in so many wars

And refusing to march toward

A paradigm shift that may just save us all.
Categories: unawakened, earth, hate, passion, prejudice,
Form: Narrative

The Road I Did Not Take

In the depths of my weary soul, I ponder,
Upon the choices made and paths forsaken.
A wistful whisper echoes, a song of wonder,
Of the road I did not take, now left unawakened.

Through veils of time, my memories unfold,
To a crossroad nestled 'neath a golden sky.
Two divergent trails, enticing and bold,
Each beckoning with a promise, I can't deny.

The first, paved with comfort and known terrain,
Lured me with familiarity's gentle embrace.
A steady path, devoid of fear and strain,
A life of ease, a tranquil resting place.

But the other, oh, the other was wild and untamed,
An uncharted journey, fraught with mystery.
Adventures aplenty, untold stories unclaimed,
A tempest of emotions, rapturous and free.

Yet fear gripped my heart, with its icy hold,
The uncertainty of the untrodden way.
What if I stumble? What if I grow cold?
What if my dreams falter, and my spirit wanes?

Regret now whispers softly in my ear,
Of the road I did not take, the path unexplored.
Its voice grows louder, fueled by the years,
A haunting echo of dreams forever ignored.

For life is a tapestry, woven with threads,
Of choices and chances, both great and small.
And though I've embraced the path that I tread,
The road I did not take still echoes its call.

But fret not, my weary soul, for it is not lost,
That road untraveled, its magic still remains.
For in dreams and musings, its beauty embossed,
A cherished longing, forever ingrained.

So, let me celebrate the choices I've made,
Embrace the road I have ventured upon.
For even as I wonder, my heart unswayed,
The road I did not take has made me strong.

And as I journey forward, with purpose and grace,
I'll carry the lessons of paths left behind.
For in the tapestry of life, every road finds its place,
And in the end, I'll cherish the road I did not take.
Categories: unawakened, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse

Miami Beach

The ocean licks the shore
Like a puppy
Near high, pompous buildings
While in the far distance 
Hurricanes are wrecking the coast
There are yet unawakened hurricanes 
Why do people give them pretty human names?

Days here are full of sun
Glasses full of drinks 
In the numerous bars
Where people forget their troubles
Which they’ve brought along with them 
They are facts of life

My footprints are immediately wiped out in the wet sand
And the tail of this verse
Snatches with its beak a seagull
That screams far away
Distracted by its prey
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Categories: unawakened, lifepeople, people,
Form: Free verse

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Time To Reinvent Time

TIME TO REINVENT TIME

Yesterday is the day from which you came
Tomorrow is  the destination you will never gain 
Seeking tomorrow thinking it is near
But at 12:01 AM is tomorrow really here
Time shows you just came from yesterday 
And stepped into times grasp of what is now today 
Once again you find tomorrow is not here
Just wait 24 hours - time whispers in your ear 
And then tomorrow will appear 
Time of course is playing its eternal joke
For again at time appointed - tomorrow is up in smoke
Time it should be known is an unawakened dream
With no more substance than ripples in a stream
Never ask time about future intentions
Future is another of time's jokester inventions
Categories: unawakened, analogy, day, funny, philosophy,
Form: Couplet

Premium Member A Pet Can Steal Your Heart

“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.” Anatole France, French Poet

A pet can steal your heart.
The dog that you brought home
who always wants to play
is one you come to know
you’ll never give away

A pet can steal your heart.
A precious kitty cat
at night curls up with you -
if ever she gets sick,
there’s nothing you won’t do.

A pet can steal your heart.
It doesn’t matter if
it’s very big or small
because when you are hooked,
you’ll give that pet your all.

A pet can steal your heart.
I know this truth because
when my dear pets passed on,
I sadly realized
bits of my heart were gone.
Categories: unawakened, pets,
Form: Rhyme

The Way of Bright Honour

o seeker read these words and weep
for thy soul so still asleep
as yet unawakened to
this world of love divine and deep

o seeker hear these words and sigh
thy soul and god are ever nigh
divided by the doors of mu
unopened 'til the day we die

unless by dint of effort one
may bring the doors of mu undone
enjoying thus enlightenment
ye lama, sufi, saint or nun

what is the point of seeking this
when life is won by kill or kiss
and pleasure reaps its own reward
why bother with eternal bliss?

yet the mystic path endures
the sacred flame divine allures
the love of truth and wisdom high
even though all love injures

o seeker fill thy heart with joy
all pain dissolves if thou employ
the wisdom of which masters speak
to each and every girl and boy

o seeker fill thy mind with wonder
if ye hear the sound of thunder
understand the lightning strikes
to split the living tree asunder

for if the living tree survive
rent to the heart exposed alive
what might it say to bears about
the bee, the honey and the hive?

so can thy soul be struck by love
from below or from above
when the bolt is from the hand
invisible without the glove

ember in the hearth of home
star of truth high in the dome
hand of divine destiny
pearly shell become the comb

mother earth and father sky
long ago created i
living songline living still
o seeker dost thou wonder why?

o seeker pray and meditate
live and love and contemplate
render naught to worthy not
raise thy children true and straight

o seeker sing a soft refrain
perceptive be and still remain
turn the blade of vagary
with harmony for love to reign

is life through which we fleeting pass
a grain of sand inside the glass
or the eye that sees it fall
compassionate despite the farce?

how great the beauty so sublime
of poesy replete with rhyme
harmonic of the simple truth
transcending bonds of mortal time

i heard thee calling from afar
ahura mazda avatar
keeper of the sacred flame
sent through the doors of time ajar

thy silent voice so sentient
spake words of wisdom and lament
once heard in kingdoms of the rose
still written in the roses scent

simple message yearning for
one open heart from evermore
light on water musical
perfumed garden, divine law
Categories: unawakened, allah, beauty, devotion, god,
Form: Rubaiyat


Perturbations of Nuances

I avoid the light that invades the space of the windows
because it perturbs the nuances of my thoughts:those
frigid sepulchral memories of yesteryears' love lying
uniformly beyond a damp partition of consciousness,trying
to escape as a means of a venerable excuse for me to 
decimate this flesh and soul which gives residence to
those effulgent ponders that waver restlessly and tangent
upon the structure of the optimists' creed that was bent
from capricious minds and hypomanic-states to which nothing
states of the verities of the now abysmal dolor which rings
through my heart with incessant intonation of a melody
that schlepps through my senses in remoteness of euphony
which springs forth from mouths of angels vocalizing of their
freedom.And within those octaves I hearken of the loss
of my freedom which I once embraced in the solitude
that abraded piquancy of vibrant day,having worn it away
to evince the cold moments of paltry existence when those
unawakened fleeting thoughts(which are semblable to windows
of graves)allow no memory of yesteryears' love bereft
to evade,and no glint of light to invade the eyes of death.
Categories: unawakened, inspirationallight, light, love,
Form: Free verse

I Am What You Need

I AM WHAT YOU NEED

I watched you sleep this anxious morning

And felt the distress that torments
Mortal souls unawakened.

We all can be free within the womb of dreams.
However needed, I will be here for you;
Ask for a wall
To protect you and I will build

You a house
Of love and trust.
Understand me,

Needs can be fulfilled;
Every arm-filled joy,
Every tender, gentle touch
Defines the sanctuary here.
Categories: unawakened, devotion, for her,
Form: Acrostic

Butterfly

Butterfly


In the silence of regret, we lose our faith
In the noise of anger, we lose ourselves.

Find me a place where faith is healed
A place of refuge where I may grow like the wings of a butterfly,
Where my metamorphosis will empower my flagging will.

Let me feel the beat of your angelic wings against the cheek of my heart,
So that I may know what it feels to be loved.

Fear not my unawakened soul,
In you it will find its complement
Then only will I be complete...
Categories: unawakened, allusion, change, emotions, feelings,
Form: Free verse

Hearts and Minds Mutter-The Spirits Then Matter

’Tis a strange matter yet a familiar breeze, 
The passing glance and a heart’s appease, 
And two lonely hearts silently un-crease, 
Both see tomorrow with flavorful increase, 
  
O! How uncertainty makes them squeeze, 
A Dream of ending the lonely heart’s lease, 
Shall it be with the two that it all shall cease, 
Or is this a moment aimed to please? 
  
Beware their spirits are still on freeze, 
Unawakened during this growing abyss, 
Only the mind and body play this piece, 
O! What pleasure, yet peril to peace. 
  
Spirit awakens, but all the way in Belize, 
Cognition and sensation move in with ease, 
One or both become weak in the knees, 
Mutual intentions they begin to release. 
  
The words that spew, O! Jeez! 
Who knew signor could speak Portuguese! 
Now watch the two become like geese, 
And send on each other passion infested fleas. 
  
Spirits finally come flying in with a whiz, 
Shall they declare a cease and decease, 
As if they were the remedy to a disease, 
Or provide cover like a warm coat of fleece? 
  
Remaining unshaken like dear Queen Liz 
Sifting through the Reason database in their PCs 
Spirits ponder on whether to pay the lovers’ fees, 
Or appraise their desire to the value of two peas. 
  
Spirits decide that they must quiz 
Are the two genuinely up in the trees, 
Or is this a matter of the birds and the bees? 
Does someone intend to go on their knees? 
  
Interrogation is long; spirits want to catch ZZZ’s, 
Platonic relationships; the minds’ are forced to think on these, 
The hearts compelled to learn to appease, 
May be tomorrow they’ll sail in agape seas.
Categories: unawakened, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, introspection, life,
Form: Rhyme

Motion of a Fall

Leaves no longer held-aloft by their deciduous vaults
Clutter gutters and breezily sweep streets and rest 
On right and left road sides, bright and red. 
Tunnels formed by old trees meeting arc
Across city-streets and campus-sidewalks.

The bright red light shreds right
Through the quasi-dismal damp 
Fog and is mirrored in the ditch’s bog.
The yellow is less aggressive, 
More slow to say “hello,
Nomad, pause your show of bursts
Of fabricated steel and what is unreal.”
Trees colored green recollect when
They were tenderfoot, preempting
The Fall of unawakened Autumn, 
But tend towards following their peers.

Leaves stand in the back of a room, 
Stand in the forefront of the meteorological gloom
And trickle their color onto the gray   
Sidewalk once bland and wet as the sky,
Now leaf-littered and shimmering with glances of upright reality;
Colors whet on the watery walkway
By flattened leaves and reflections of trees.
Categories: unawakened, autumn, color, nature,
Form: Lyric

Perturbations of Nuances

I avoid the light that invades the space of the windows
Because it perturbs the nuances of my thoughts:those
Frigid sepulchral memories of yesteryear's love lying
Uniformly beyond a damp partition of consciousness,trying                                               
To escape as a means of a venerable excuse for me to
Decimate this flesh and soul which gives residence to 
Those effulgent ponders that waver restlessly and tangent
Upon the structure of the optimists' creed that was bent
From capricious minds and hypomanic-states to which nothing
States of the verities of the now abysmal dolor which rings
Through my heart with incessant intonation of a melody
That schlepps through my senses in remoteness of euphony
Which springs forth from mouths of angels vocalizing of their
Bath of heaven's reign;an absolute catharsis amid their
Freedom.And within those octaves I hearken of the loss 
Of my freedom which I once embraced in the solitude
That abraded piquancy of vibrant day,having worn it away
To evince the cold moments of paltry existence when those
Unawakened fleeting thoughts(which are semblable to windows
Of graves)allow no memory of yesteryear's love bereft
To evade,and no glint of light to invade the eyes of death.
Categories: unawakened, visionarylight, light, love,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Always Is

penchants for doing things the right way
unhinge the knighted sky shot full with holes
twinkle twinkle little star, you burn so very 
bright, where have you all gone? home you say, 
dancing the edges of madness’ thin veils 
containment slotted through the IS’s of
consecutive sequenced selfs, unawakened
self-righteous indignation, plagiarize the
potential for adulterated emotions
conspicuous lapse of good judgment
right the scales of too much this or that, 
the arms of balance form both positive 
and always behind the seen, negative imagery 
this land whirls the positive insisting it’s 
our only reality of expression, negative quivers 
with pretence experienced as a landscape 
of oblivion ensued from forgetfulness...always is 
a this and a that, a hat and a cat, a louse and a mouse.
Always is...
Categories: unawakened, inspiration,
Form: Blank verse

A Dripping Rose

A penalty pinned down my conscious,
When a high volt power injected me unsuspended shock,
Unawakened and unconscious,
I cried as a fish, out of water.
Imagination of discrimination terrified me,
My soul was jerking with dizziness,
The democratic system was trembling,
The bureaucracy was pinning the nibs into my dreams.
Not only once, terminology of deeds,
Curriculummed deliberation of considerations,
And ranked bribery and recommendations,
To reward innocence and honesty,
To secure human values,
A system was highjacked by think tanks.
As I experienced after applying a vacancy online,
Where home office advertised descriptions of a job,
And declined with direct approach in moments,
I experienced my capabilities,
Home office departments, on various occasions,
Rewarded me, a safe and tolerated direction,
And provoked me to enjoy the fire with my qualifications,
To protect my future from cold weather.
Not only Home office also local councils, 
Highjacked individual progress and prosperity,
Criminality always delivered justice of excuses,
Where democratic equal opportunity services policy,
That was lying dead on a log of ice.
My pain was streaming into flames,
My throat was drying with the taste of equal opportunism.
I was imprisoned into the democratic boundaries,
Where my performance was demarcated into various barriers,
My soul was delivering justice through my poetry,
But my unemployment forced me always,
To learn about high ranked poor and victimized positions, 
And my tolerances run down after touching a sore of sand.
The bubbling rust was claiming superiority,
Law is equal for all.
Categories: unawakened, devotion, education, faith, introspection,
Form: Verse

An Unawakened Angel

An Unawakened Angel

This angel will sleep forever in our Father's arms
No one can answer the terrible mystery of why
It is our nature to search for reasons and to try and assign blame
But these pursuits are fruitless, painful and unnecessary 

This little angel never tasted the breath of life 
It was never to feel the warmth of the morning sun 
It never felt the soft caress of its' father's hand
This little angel never knew the love of its' mother's kiss

The tears of many have flowed and will flow again
For there is a wrongness in a passing such as this 
The angel's time was not to be for reasons no one will ever know
And in sorrow we gather to lay its' earthly body to rest

This angel is at rest both here and with the Father
It rests forever in pure sweetness and innocence
It will never know any unkindness or injustice
But will rest forever bathed in peace and love

As the angel rests, we must learn to go on
And that will not be an easy thing to do
Nagging questions and unreasonable guilt will torment us
And a hollow emptiness and loneliness will haunt us

The unawakened angel rests forever in our Father's arms
It's memory shall forever be kept in a special place in our hearts
Tomorrow will awaken us to the sun of a bright new day
And those who mourn will step forward into the warmth of the future

© 2011 B. E. Parks							                    senti   poem
All rights reserved
Categories: unawakened, angel, birth, emotions, encouraging,
Form: Blank verse
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