Shadows on the edge,
memories slide out of view
never full focused—
the past lingers like a breath
you turn to catch, but it's gone
Sideways glances sway
moments in periphery
blurs smear the mirror—
déjà vu calls to play its hand
closing again, happenstance
Gazing at the lake
trees melt into reflection
golden rays adrift—
I reach to hold the shimmer
my fingers grasp only air
A leaf in the wind
fluttering in dusk-lit breeze
reminds me of you—
every sideways glance reveals
the weight of recognition
Wharf boards creak beneath
our bare feet press grips
we leap without thought—
each splash resounds in my chest
as time refuses to pass
The late sun hovers
painting ripples in copper
horizon half-formed—
déjà vu hums in waves
whispering, be still, be calm
Beneath the surface
voices travel in bubbles
half-song, half-echo—
rising like our lost laughter
from another life we lived
All glimpses return,
lakes, ripples, sunsets, jumps, leaves,
sewn multi-threaded
sideways in peripheral
repeats until the love stays—
I Finally Figure Out How To
Express A Thought Simply...
And Refine The Words To
Their Core, For Effect...
***
Then I Come Back To It
Later, And It Surely Means
The Opposite Now...
!!!!!!
Perhaps I Had
Generalized Just Right?
*Magic Hat*
-Gray Squirrel
09-02-2025
Deja Vu.
Turns around with you.
Double vision turns to a single fiber.
Which grapples with you.
Deja Vu.
We count on this feeling.
Spin around like a speck of nothing.
Try to count again.
Deja Vu. Deja Vu.
Lasts as long as outer space.
Brings outer space into our view.
When we try to pick out the pinpricks.
Deja Vu
Splitting
Splattering
Poofing
Deja Vu.
And it was just me suddenly.
And my crystal ball.
I can try again if I want.
But I have to wait on it.
Deja Vu.
Was just psychosis after all.
I believe it for once.
And maybe next time too.
I am not bitter
I am just not in love
My heart isn’t stimulated with chemicals
Making things feel light and airy
Like anything is possible
I am not bitter
I am just waiting
So patiently it’s painful
Knowing you are out there
Living your life
Praying that you want the same
I pictured you the other night so clear
You were standing by a tree
It was to the right of you
As I walked up
You were so excited to see me
You just knew exactly who I was
Arms open
smile so inviting I couldn’t say no
No hesitation
I felt safe and seen
And you said to me
“Where have you been?“
I think about this vision a lot
It came to me on my trip abroad
You had brown wavy hair full with volume
Your eyes soaked me up like a sponge
I can’t get you out of my head
I feel like I will know your face when I see it
I look for you on planes
I look for you in grocery stores
Yet again waiting
Holding on to this dream
Comforted by the realness
Stuck in my head more than my favorite song
Until I am met with Deja vu
Then I know all my wildest dreams can come true
ME:
Deja vu-
It startles me at times.
Like a mirror, coming before me;
A conversation
An interaction
Almost anything-
Exact in every detail
As I lived it before.
I am mesmerized,
Asking myself-
How does this happen?
COSMOS:
All is saved in the
Mirrored Galaxy of Life.
There are four walls in
Four-Dimensional Space-Time.
Like a mirror, they safeguard
Your beginning to end
With images from your
Birth,
Childhood,
Adulthood
and Death-
Saved from every second
Of your life in this Universe.
The mirror of your life,
Inside the Gallery of Time
Of the Space-Time Continuum,
Forever and Ever in
Four-Dimensional Space-Time.
ME:
Where somehow, seconds escape
As real-time mirrored rays
To reflect again in my mind?
COSMOS:
Yes.
How often we visit a place and feel that we have been there before in a past life.
Quote by poet.
I went to France for the very first time and decided to go exploring,
the girl at the hotel told me about the beautiful woods that were nearby.
She gave me a map and I got in my hire car and drove a short distance,
I arrived at the woods and parked the car; there wasn’t a soul about.
I put on my walking boots and headed for the entrance to the woods,
a strange feeling came over me, like someone had stepped on my grave.
I tried to shrug it off, but it kept niggling me, I carried on walking and knew
before I heard it that there was a huge waterfall at the bottom of the hill.
I felt really spooked by it, and I asked myself, have I been here before?.
Déjà vu
I used to care a bit before but
I really don't care much no more
You threw our love out of the door but
Feels like I've been here once before
So I really should've seen this coming
This Deja Vu
Just makes me move
Wherever the wind takes me
I really don't wanna lose
Feels like I'm coming unglued
Waiting on someone to save me
I'm just dancing in the dark
Quit tearing me apart
I'm feeling mellow
Got a broken heart
It doesnt bother me much
It just helps with the art
It gives me content and stuff
Tripping on the stars
They say it won't get me very far
But I gotta have faith
I know it's not too late
I don't need anyone to save me
This Deja Vu
Just makes me move
Wherever the wind takes me
I really don't wanna lose
Feels like I'm coming up soon
Not waiting on someone to save me
On certain rainy afternoons
I smell anamnestic perfumes
love... axiom or incarnation!
déjà vu; we’ve seen this before
logic says it cannot be so
have we walked through a time warp door
we can rest not, until we know
perhaps we’re perched on time’s hilltop
déjà vu; we’ve seen this before
reality shifts, doubts don’t stop
truth of what is, we can’t ignore
yielding, we give silence the floor
whence we see that life is a dream
déjà vu; we’ve seen this before
refrains replayed on a moonbeam
mind illumined, heart sings a song
clairvoyance affirmed in folklore
though now we know, we play along
déjà vu; we’ve seen this before
A slumbering mind drifting in time, far out on the Ithacan shores,
Striving to sleep while trying to seek another pristine, poetic door.
With words of wonder, praying for plunder deep down in the cell’s domains,
Like Jonah in a whale, a humpback’s tail or looking out from a drop of rain.
Where insanity ensues the better of you and the pounding goes on and on
Like the drumbeat of a thousand drums beating out a brand-new song.
Tossing and turning, yawning and yearning for the perfect rhythm and rhyme,
Feeling defeated but not near retreated, seeking the soul of Devine.
While the muses fly in like sweet seraphim and you swear you can see the wings rise
Around in your head where you know you are led on a transcendental ride.
As the heart beats measured grasping for treasure you know is buried down deep
In the sands of time inside your mind still waiting for the soul to sleep.
And on it continues like a river you’ve been through: Deja vu again,
Nothing to do now but pray somehow, for this dreamscape never to end.
© Terrell Martin, 01/09/2025
Our time deja vu...
it is past experience,
in some other spheres...
I recently had a deja vu
that made me feel sad
and down as if I had
just caught the flu.
As I stood under a full moon
I was once again caught in your cocoon
and I once again smelt the perfume
that was produced when our hearts were in full bloom.
I honestly do not want a redo
of our adventures at the avenue
I just want to start anew
without having to deal with past love’s cuckoo.
As crashing waves collide with sand,
It’s pictured in the water's sway–
relentless, as a tide's demand
to wash the tracks of yesterday.
Yet, as it ebbs, new prints appear
in place of those erased by sea;
each step an echo, crisp and clear,
a silent, screaming memory.
Her eyes, like windows to the past,
as forceful as the ocean's surge–
to heal, then break me just as fast
when sky and sea begin to merge.
And she’ll not feel this déjà vu
or hear your echo in her voice;
but in her blood, she’ll carry you
and mirrors never have a choice.
The salty sea can sting so deep
when sprinkled on my wounded skin;
you walk beside her while you sleep
and reach me from the grave you're in.
Have you ever seen a peony under a candle light?
It makes the space mystical.
A safe enchanted heaven.
I feel that I was here before
Back in another time,
Back in a different century,
When people believed in magic.
Then we were together
you kissed my forehead while I was reading my book,
Paradiso by Dante.
You we were looking at me like I was a precious jewel,
A jewel that you would never want to lose,
Something you bury with you,
Because it is a part of you.
You were looking at me like I was the one
The one that brings light into your life.
When jasmine scents the springtime air
A deja vu begins to bloom
A lovely flower ever near
A memory caught in its perfume
When a summer breeze kisses azure skies
and a certain song begins to play
A deja vu begins to rise
As in the melody you sway
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