Last night I dreamt of doing a challenge
Driving to the bottom of a lake
Twice without a breath
As I started down into the deep
I realized it would be much smarter
To use a depth finder first.
Realizing my obvious folly
I swam for the surface as hard as I could
But ended up needing a breath
Before I got there.
In the morning I see this is a symbolically
Deep dream of exploring the unconscious
Naively and playfully thinking it will be fun
Only to realize, too late
That it is instead filled with the unknown
Potentially bottomless.
(8/11/26)
Pondering the bottomless pit?
Why not reflect on the goodness of God?
The depths of His love - His bottomless grace;
with eagle’s wings, we rise,
exploding into His neverending paradise.
In contrast, the bottomless pit
of shame,
selfishness,
madness,
leaves no room
for goodness.
I will never bed without you been there,
To have my way with someone else all night...
Enjoying sweetness of a secret affair,
Even when conscience sees its deeds alright.
I can't be off you
Does that appear to be true
Or scope to subdue?
I'll rather make you painfully happy,
While it seems to ache and shake your dry sweat
Than with someone else, make it so snappy...
For it not to be made known cum regret.
I can't lose your love
Does it mean I'm a belove
Or just for night shove?
I won't just watch you groan and moan via wish...
But struggle to beg someone else PLEASE STOP
While you're dying to have such blissful dish,
Been served at your center table nonstop.
I can't see your type
Does such code words ever ripe
Or of moment's hype?
I'll make you weekly weak cum fun upkeep;
Where stress won't be of need to oversleep.
In my wake, if i were to awaken,
O' wakeful wonder to wrench mine withered eyes
Aware'f the withering summer haze
Out in my bright eyed future, out in my cross toe'd path
Pompous poppies t'prop mine withering body
Lest f'saken soil shall chance this chance and enwrap thy very soul
Whole, wholly in unholy disrepair
Where thy feet ne'er make a pair
In my wake, where bottomless bile surely shalln't sate,
Grace be with grace whereth fate form'd nigh near'r thy hate
voracious, inherent, timbered'n barrels
Embedded beneath thy bedded tomb t'ferment
Fraught feminal petticoats bed thy bones'n skin, t'sit within
Barrelled quarrels quashed'n quaint fricatives,
T'lace these afaced wicked motives.
Foot befitting feet b'fore foolish faces reverberate foolish vows
F'petty petticoats liven' lieu'f laced love.
In my latent wake,
Tend t'the petty posies
T'prop mine body
Towards th'lascerating ladle'f love,
And into th'deepening dish'f self-hate.
24//8//25
As if cast into the world, a flood it creates,
Yet still, the people fail to see their fates.
Though wealth may shine bright, filling every space,
Their hearts grow weary, losing hope's embrace.
The world has blinded them, lost in its maze,
They take the green paper as their praise.
While the needy struggle, their hearts tight as stone,
Digging for riches, yet feeling alone.
In a village where greed finds no room to grow,
A bottomless pit can’t be filled, this we know.
Even if a camel swallows with glee,
It won't gain a drop from a needle’s decree.
With heads hung low, they wander in grief,
All troubles arise from a mind lacking belief.
I fear the facade of this time we all share,
Why do people not tremble at death’s cold stare?
If I died in a casket,
Will you be my basket?
I’m the bottomless pit
full of so much wit
What if I can fly?
Soaring like a lullaby
I’m this bottomless cement
I weep in mere lament
Like rainfall
I stand tall
Against woe’s wall and all
Hear me as I call
In appall…but on the ball…
I’m afraid of what lies ahead
I’m afraid of what lies beneath
Let alone what lies within…
But, you’re God-sent…
Why do I cry
And I don’t know why…
When did things go wrong?
I wonder…
Where you’re at
Am I but a black bat…
Baffled by bewilderment,
Cradled in the darkness before me?
Sorrow me not
Joy be with me
Let not time rot
For an eternity
Please .. be . with… me….
Sorrow me not
Joy be with me
Let not time rot
For an eternity
I’m colliding…
I’m falling away
Into the bottomless pit, I go
So full of wit left to show and glow and grow…
Know you’re unforgotten
In my memories…the forgiven…
But, can’t forget to regret
The things I put you through and yet,
I bet you are a lost soul
Much like me in a sense..
I’ve fallen,
But upon my knees
And again…
You’re not the one to please..
God is
Falling into an abyss to never be found
Impressions
Bottomless Depth
In mind.
An unexplored
Blue world pursues to
Crawl inland.
Foaming
Fingers text
Imprints
Left against
Golden grains
Of sand, receding.
Sonorous wave hum sound,
Back
To bottomless depth.
Swaddled in frozen silence
In a weather so dolorous and damp
The pores of her mind sweat painful memories
Which take a headlong flight
Faster than the beams of light
At times shaking their fearful manes
As unbridled steeds, they come
Raising dust behind
Making all sanity blurred.
Often, they rise from their indulgent stupor
And spill over, submerging all extant thoughts
They never care to stand in queue
Jostling each other with no manners
They bump on one another, breaking all decorum
Like an unruly mob on impatient wait
Caught in the vortex of a whirling current
Her poor body begins to lose its equilibrium
And she plunges into the bottomless depth
To be choked there in whirling gloom!
From the dark depth of the ocean
and the harrowing pit of the abyss
to the blazing nadir of hell,
Nothing is deeper than
the deadening pain of a broken heart.
Sometimes, the night is very long-
the mind caught up in endless throng;
a bottomless depth holding fears
the old, the new, tween whirling gears.
A sleepless night- a living hell
of swirling thoughts inside the spell
of things done wrong or left undone-
a bottomless depth of visions spun.
Tossing, turning, begging for sleep
yet, deeper, darker, down we sweep
to solve a problem- answers find,
then turn around and go back blind.
Our thoughts so deeply spin around
but never is the bottom found;
a promise made to lighten loads
as praying for some sleep explodes.
So patient, at our sleep-time gate,
this bottomless depth lies in wait
to shove us into that vast place
and rob us of deep slumber's grace.
Deeper than the Pacific Ocean's Mariana Trench,
Bottomless curls, furls, swirls, and whirlpools of thoughts and feelings;
Thoughts go deeper than the Challenger Deep that does entrench -
Designs and adorns the inner core of the earth's ceilings...!
The depth of the heart is deeper than the deepest depths, vast,
I do not mean the biological heart, that's flesh, weak;
My heart is a poetic, romantic creative art,
That incorporates the universe that does volumes speak...!
Sunda Deep of the Java Trench is very deep as well,
Could anyone measure the true depths of a conscious mind?
Thoughts take pleasure in the central core of Hades to dwell,
Frenzy passion wants, with the deepest of worlds, to be twined...!
Depth of thoughts and feelings and words and verses should prevail,
They should tell the world, each day, many a liberty tale...!!!
**Deuteronomy 32:4 - He (God) us the Rock, His work is perfect: for all His ways are judgment: a God of truth and without iniquity, just and right is He."
Also Psalms 10:14-18
You promised me endless love
Everlasting life after
Infinite promise from ‘bove
Guaranteed a new chapter
You welcomed me to Your home
With boundless amazing grace
Your wings are my sheltered dome
Where I draw strength for life race
You compassed me with mercy
Although unworthy I am
I am filled with gramercy*
For the sacrificial Lamb
You bestowed me with strong faith
In Your eternal justice
Just as the Grand Old Book saith**
You never do injustice
You treasured me in Your eyes
Unbroken our connection
Limitless, You are all wise
I’m under Your protection
You covered me with Your wings
I’m shielded under Your care
Bottomless love, my heart sings
As I lift my hands in pray’r.
06.06.2021
*gramercy - grand thanks
For Constance La France's "Writing Prompt - Endless" contest
Nature is precious but at a time like this
How was it before we were pushed off the cliff
Days before the world
Was suddenly hurled
Into this deep and dark bottomless pit
dark dribbles drooled
punctured passion puked
felon fate fumed
fiddling fostered fluid
hankers hoisted bled
cremating callous crest
three-eyed thrills tuned
cupping quatrain's clue:
gaunt guts glued
sassy days spent
rusty reels rent
jumpy judgement vent
thrashed quatrain thrown
into bottomless bow.
'20:04:11:17:03
Note: Four gods conspired to dethrone JE, the greatest God. But their plans were shattered when the three-eyed god of air heard about the plot.
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