Must we honor the promises we make in dreams?
The same moral aspects would pertain, it seems,
and fate would (if the rules of justice still apply),
a dream's blissful amorous rendezvous, deny.
Must I live my waking life bound by dream pledges?
It's too much to trim Scarlett Johannson's hedges.
What if I, perchance
never do awake?
My solace in eternity
to partake.
Existing in a realm of God,
not of men.
Joy, gratitude, to be His
Forever angel, then.
Heavenly body, golden,
that truly shines,
Finally, in His uuniverse,
Utterly divine!
Living in His world must be
so glorious.
Experiencing the fateful joy,
of being humbly victorious!
5/21/2024
What is this crazy world in which we live
Time enough to blame, no time to forgive
Mad greed for power has grown out of bounds
Caught in a dilemma are moral grounds
Ethics as guide, are long dead and buried
No house for poor, rich have mansions storied
Obsessed with creating wealth temporal
Unknowing any moment takes a call
On our deaths despite the medical care
Be carried to the grave with no fanfare
Vainful is our existence we know not
Life starts not in the womb but in God's thought
When it's time to go, in dust we mingle
No wealth gained will help no love can sprinkle
The elixir eternal that we yearned
Forever remained elusive ungained
spontaneity
&intuition
to
convey ideas
momentary
interpretations
of
reality
of
how it is
formless
contemplations
of
an inner impression
the
unconscious
expressed
In my head are dark contemplations
Rattled by silent reflection
I fear my introspection
And my own damnation
Scrawled on concert halls
And ghost town malls
See my eyes
Death lies
...Why?
Cerebrate Contemplations
David J Walker
Knowing the nature of forever
Is understanding that never is not a
Natural option
The never of ever letting go
of a single day
is the beginning of
Natures empathic nature
Of nature’s prophetic cognition
Perceptions printed from various
Points of view of conviction
Credulities creation
Credence as the price of admission
The cadence of the passengers conductor on
The only night train through
This small town
once in a month
Find me in the Somnolent ev’n tide
In the arms of Cerebrate contemplations
Ten Kinds of Quiet
David J Walker
Some are messages
Floating in a sunburst breeze
Catching in limbs of
Sycamore trees
Meant for me
But only those
That I could read
While swiftly flying by
Meanings modified
In a rising sun
The day has begun
Traffic lights
Coffee shops
A dry run of
Conversations
Taking place later
Rather than sooner
Sometime today
There are ten kinds of quiet
Or so I have read
Nothing said
In the rest of the mornings
contemplations
slender
amplified
diverse&
natural
connections
puddles
in artful
distilled beauty
tranquil
light filled
breathing space
exuberant
essentials
in
simple lines
a delicate interplay
focused
on the
moment
of spacious
simplicity
celebrating colour
with transient
beauty
in an essential
palette
fading
subdued
in a universal
continuim
infused&
contemplative
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Thoughts—desires of mind;
Truth—reality that is:-
Be aware of both…
Ideology—
Subjective desires & hopes;
Nemesis of truth…
Look at the children,
A living human rainbow:-
Then comes adulthood…!
Truth is what it is,
Ideology is not;
Both control our lives.
Ripples of vibrant streams stagnate
Songs of flapping birds relocate
Forest rustles hibernate
Skeletal trees shake, underdressed
Mushy, scabbed apples numbly rest
Brisk, harsh breezes pierce life's chest
Pruned trees develop healing scars
Skies of pewter, stone, and smudged chars
Meet to contemplate the stars
Sorrow and indifference blend
A crocus and daylight ascend
~The beginning of death's end
1/21/2021
Echoes of
children’s laughter
through the glass
journey joyously
into my silence.
It is cold outside
frigid actually
and yet these
bundles of joy
stomp and run on
the snow stained
frozen ground.
Crimson cheeks
happy shrieks
one stops stares
runs towards a
squirrel who
frets and twitches
on the gray
fence.
So I reminisce
contemplations
about a life
I never had
a life full
of happy girls
and happy boys
which had all
but escaped me.
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Summer sun upon my cheeks
With love and hate
I avoid your visage
And welcome dusk
Summer moon upon my cheeks
Somber and sobering
I delight in your visage
But pray for morning
Life secretly offering fleeting moments of happiness… but the underlying sadness creeps through; the grief of human condition always seeps through from the unconscious. I always imagined it as the watery liquid separating from the unctuous and the solid matter of the brain as a pervading force that relentlessly pursued my happiness.
I am reminded often that this life offers no protracted security of contentment only taunting bits of joy.
Is that what we must satisfy ourselves with then? We are to be grateful solely for the passing seconds of joy.
In this life we are offered only an empire of dirt and the subconscious encumbered with the knowledge that we are merely destined become part of that empire.
Some people are like flowers
Fine as long as they’re not ours!
******
Yes! I love staying in my ivory tower
And I enjoy spending everyday and hour!
******
If there’s in this world only one truth
It would be the fading of youth!
******
Since the world began till it ends
There’s no worse than the betrayal of friends!
******
I thank god who has all the knowledge and might
That he took me from the people’s darkness…….
Out to the loneliness light!
******
Thank you god for keeping me away from people
And if that’s weakness, please keep me feeble!
Contemplations, Thoughts, Feelings
Can love – once again - find a way to open its door a crack ?
Can all the forgotten – lost feelings, ever find their way back ?
Or is it, – as lately it seems – the cards are against me, stacked
and there will never be a road – against the wall I am backed !
B. J. “A ” 2
September 14th 2004
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