Do I have a future?
Sure, I have a present.
I exist, but for how long now?
I am weary. I try to rest.
Is death near?
I don’t know.
I bear life alone.
The horizon is invisible and dark.
I wake at all hours.
I never rest.
The ebbing moon is dark and delusionary.
Dark clouds destroy all hope.
And there is no comfort in silence.
Dawn soon comes.
My heart pounds like mad.
Perhaps it is my time.
He loves me, he loves me not.
I do, but he does not.
I'm the favorite, that much is clear,
I know he loves me, though he hides it, I fear.
So happy! Wealth and fame are mine,
The center of attention, the star that shines.
All that you have are mine to hold,
I'm confident, pretty, smart, and bold.
I'm living a life that seems so bright,
Being told I'm loved, day and night.
A dream-like life, it seems,
But deep inside, I'm wide awake in my delusionary dreams.
My smile once wide as the sea,
Now fades, for reality has caught up with me.
Staring at the ceiling, watching it all happening,
With music in my ears and a clock that's ticking.
Could you tell me
when
America became so selfish, introspective,
a host of clueless, unrealistic fools,
that see only ourselves above all others,
sole contemporaries of time and history?
When
did we forget the points and purpose of freedom
to follow one man's power hungry dream,
ill-conceived?
When
did the cost of freedom give way
to the conspiracies of delusionary sways
cutting back the realities of the day?
When
did we hold fast to a lie,
never seeking truth
pushing fact aside, truth denied?
When
did we stop caring about the future free
within folds of democracy
for our children and their hopes and dreams?
When
will we ever learn from history
its lessons
that freedom isn't free,
there is a price to pay
in everything we do,
in everything we say,
we must act not just pray
before it all slips away.
As we look back at life journey thus far
Freezing the frames of whirring memory
Our soul within etched by many a scar
Borne of ego urge delusionary
Upon slowing down sway of attention
Ego borne fears and desires vaporise
Exiting thus swamplands of stagnation
Aglow in the now, each throb a surprise
Fundamental learning is simply this:
Ceasing grasping, shifting to connecting
Feeling within rapturous bliss caress
We abide in hues of love delighting
Lower mind yields, melting in surrender
Vibrant thus; all hearts one, none asunder
16-November-2020
The Morning Rush
Early to bed early to rise, makes one healthy and wise....
So here I am, wide awake and awaiting sunrise....
The millionaires, they sleep on, not a surprise...
If they awake before noon, that itself is an event.....
For even when they sleep, their money they make....
Why awake up early, more money to be raked...
The poor working man, well before sunrise he awakes...
Just so he would not be caught in traffic jams or be late...
He deludes himself into thinking being up bright and early...
He gets all the morning worms and he'll be as chirpy as can be....
Ballyhoo, what a fallacy, that is plain lunacy...
Awakening early is a sin, a criminal act bordering on insanity....
Forgoing precious early morning sleeping hours...
Just to hit the road to be an early one to report for duty...
What a sad delusionary perspective to a beautiful morning...
what is consciousness
living sharing in every
moment blissful
what is happiness
we are..
poets
artist is a god
in a sense
creating delusionary
illusions
just to be
what is circulation
i dont know
honestly
this is dedicated to CHERI one of the best 5 poets i love in soup
No Sleep Till Death
Some Russians are like insomnia. Always there and always evil. No let up on the pressure. A wave bursting out of your skull. A physical presence so real it becomes surreal. Invisible, not there, not existing.
But eight thousand nuclear warheads, massive human rights abuses, Crimean annexation, Ukrainian invasion and a delusionary paranoid dictator give pause for thought. Let us touch reality. When sleep does come, its broken.
You awake feeling bad, unrested, on edge, that something is up and bad things will happen. That's Russia peering over your shoulder. The bit of sleep you have is punctuated by dreams, bad ones. Nightmares of unseen imagery, enemies too evil for words.
For insomnia is Russia, Russia is insomnia. And when Russia blows, it'll affect every single one of us. We'll all be wide-awake then. Only sleeping as the final nuclear curtain falls.
ON FINDING NEMO
Nemo is blue, and I am a rabbit,
Comical thoughts my brain inhabit,
Thoughts invent friends imaginary,
Quite silent, tacit but delusionary,
Women's fantasies are good,
For older Red Riding Hoods alone in the woods!
Do not have a victim mentality,
Smiles are universal and free,
A concept not so imaginary.
In each person's brain, thoughts cohabit,
Nemo is blue and I am a rabbit!
Confused for Life
These visions I've been holding
Are turning in my brain
They're twisted and their inside out
I've lost control again
More delusionary concepts
Feeding off my lust
My hopes and dreams are shattered
I just don't know who to trust
If you turn your back on me
I could not bear the strain
How losing what was never mine
Could bring me so much pain
The iron that once had me bound
Finally gives to rust
Everything that set me free
Keeps turning into dust
Tried before humanity
And locked up in a cell
My integrity means nothing
And they've damned my soul to hell
But it is not over
And only time will tell
If he who judges good from bad
Knows that I meant well
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
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