Love. What? Maybe a lie
My life can not recognise
Can’t be found. In ocean
My love sinks in the dark
My love, a heart, old likes
Forgotten home, a desire
Living a misty, cloudy life
It is hidden, a demon-like
Not detectable emotions
But exists, the blue light
Pale blue light, in a heart
Life of darkness, the love
Life
Dark
But love
A demon like
Hmm
It is blue
Only love
The special one
Blue
Love
DREAMS WITHIN DREAMS
I’d just assumed that dreams were in one dimension
But last night, I dreamed that I was dreaming again
Looking back at it now, I know that it sounds insane
But as a world within a world, it can addle the brain
Yet in either dream, there was no detectable tension
For some, it’s hard to separate a dream from reality
And for a few, rare to know if they dreamed at all
Like finding oneself observing at a masquerade ball
With your entrance made through a crumbling wall
But a single dream, however strange, is not plurality
To many, such weird claims might deserve contempt
Just how many planes of a dream can there really be
But explaining it to oneself is never as simple as ABC
As in any dream state the brain can always float free
Yet who can truly remember all of the layers dreamt
RAW MADNESS
It’s not a sort of gentle softness or neutrality
When it is time for the inner self to emerge
But just cold and calculating left-sided brain
Rising above it all when the heart feels pain
As in focus, there’s even a detectable surge
What’s worrying, is that this is my normality
Becoming my real self isn’t such a rare event
It is that dispassionate scientific state of mind
Whether I’m in company or more often alone
For such behaviour, I have no cause to atone
It is not so bad an image, I think you will find
And yet I don’t feel the need to ever repent
Let me be predictable
and say three is a trinity
" ... detectable ..."
The Fathers
who found her
on the "check"
"... her whiteboard..."
respectable
and their patience
undeniable
where they play
is in the lining
between silver clouds
that God laid
fOur the finding...
" ... she can see ..."
and believe Me...
I can and I do
said a Pen
to her right
and then in the left
her feather began
"... it's the script..."
and in the hand
of an Ancient
as yet Unseen
"... soft sounds..."
on her paper, she's
Hear to Begin...
"... welcome, to the tour..."
It was a younger time,
a clunky age
a dial-up decade.
Not knowing why
or why he should not,
he sent out needy signals
into the vast unseen
seeking worlds
populated with only females.
Many were drawn into his orbit
many failed to respond.
Eventually a divorced lady from
the fabled city of Doncaster
seemed willing
to be drawn into his net.
Sensual seeds were planted
in a garden they both watered.
It was love; it was true.
By an enveloped voyaging
they exchanged
photographs taken years earlier.
For hours, a muted
disappointment fizzed and spun
around a digital cosmos;
both grew distant,
together they dialed-out,
sending new rockets of desire
unto more invisible
yet detectable applicants.
Fiction. It's not what it seems
but we can start here and
I'll call them all dreams...
The eagle nodded
so I'm good to start
I kept the nine feathers
and started on the stars...
" Annuit Coeptis "
it was written to see
that we are of God
and continue to be
"... hear ..."
are the Reason
for 13 layers
God made Knights
in half a dozen pairs
but it takes the light of days
to see them write here...
and if you start at dawn
you can make it to the sun...
by One.
" ... it's detectable ..."
My agreement
with Eagle
is proper.
So the Founders who are Fathers
came closer...
" Does she know
about the other Omega...?"
It was a whisper
I heard in the Chamber
when Chance came in to claim me
but in the never which was ever after
he saw ...
that it was best
to just leave me, write
" ... hear ..."
" ... 22 leaves ..." God said
and so I said to God, ..." loud and clear. "
Dear Fathers,
I've come a Long Way
I did draw that star
and placed a dime on each day.
So now I'm on point
and I'm ready to play
A wallet I watched
and the Time was matched
I found all the feathers
and all the stars on the catch...too
..." spectacles "...
My tactics are respectable
and my measures detectable
..." the genuine "...
article is true and yes
I can assure you
my art does tickle.
following written May 2010
”...daughter dear come sit and play
I’ve drawn a star to show the way
Here are the dimes, one for each day
From point to point, place them all I say.”
”... a wallet and a watch…”
Time is moving and I’m to catch!
Forth dime placed on the One to match!
How, and how now to fetch the rest….
”... spectacles …” spectacular tactics
Respectable… the genuine articles
Detectable… ” a thinking machine ”...
Never giving up, even in her teens…
”... this test tickles…” she said
Sugar plum dimes dancing in her head
”... Rudolf, there’s a read to know…”
Red lights lead the way through snow…
Deals were made in the long ago.
Now I’m One and soon to be Two
Seven dimes placed and a penny in my shoe.
The tea party guests were warmly welcomed,
By Frankenstein and his just-married bride.
All their nearest new neighbors had come,
To their quaint estate in the countryside.
The refreshments were utterly delectable,
The cakes and cookies so moist and sweet;
But unease among the guests was detectable,
Lending chills to the golden August heat!
Host and hostess were witty and charming,
But there were stitches upon her forehead;
And the screws in his skull were alarming-
Pale excuses were made ere the guests fled!
Written just for fun, and not for the contest
A story of suffering, two people you know
one of them close, the other not so
a painful experience mutual for both
you made about you and off your head blows
missing the point and taking offence
it included close family and one of his friend
somehow about you making you tense
respond to me rudely because you are dense
Preconceived notions see this acceptable
I'm rude to your rudeness but yours aint detectable
with me it's acceptable to show no respect at all
you made it about you and now you're upset you fool
My story, my suffer, it was not about you,
some people are stupid, but what can you do
they upset themselves and justify too
the brain doesn't work, it just never grew
Blackberries start as white dots in a sea of thorns
The flower will fade, and a green berry will join
Protected, it will grow and be pink
Safe from even a massacring mink
Larger, it will swell until it is red
No enemy can lay down their head
Darker and darker until it is black
The berries are ready for an attack
Sour, but delectable
The thorns are detectable
But what about the thornless blackberry bush?
Poor girl, she starts off white
Like the others that night
She grows into a misshapen berry
Unlike the others (who are), lucky? Very.
She stays as the others grow
Poor berry, behind she tows
The rest are protected by thorns of steel
But this poor one just needs a deal
From green to pink to red to black
The other blackberry is held far back
If only she could get some thorns
To protect her from the world's horns
The neglected female, without protection
Her parents have given her no love and affection
The other ones shall grow strong
Their parents are never gone
-September of 2020
The fear of losing you is real
It’s in the countless daily moments
Of a diagnosis still echoing in our ear
A verdict forever stuck in our throat
Maybe better to know but at what cost
Trying to keep illness at bay
Aggressive the counter attack
Life never to be the same
Dark thoughts still lurk uninvited
As sometimes your eyes tear up
With no detectable provocation
And in the hush of night when all is quiet
The silence seems unbearable
Within the shadow of a broken heart
So we strive to live each day
As though life is the gift it is
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on August 5, 2019 for contest ONE IN FOUR sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 3RD
trimmed all my long hair
the hair i always dreamed about and wasn't there
somethings are never measured by the means of the brain
shoulders at ease while you're becoming insanely sane
everything in discipline like a track less train
round and round till you get to dizzy for direction
have to visit some imaginary ground for site inspection
the calling the invitation the temptation
take what i can before the mushroom ban
lunar migraine clouds for a carpet missing the chance of rain
she's behind the mountain knitting a velvet cloud
she likes her thunder loud
a mountain is either an obstacle or a spectacle
nature's intentions were never detectable
beyond the sanitarium in my cranium
she said if you're leaving seal them horizons behind you
had a love once five lunar minutes of ambience
there's a bird stalking me from infront of me
oh the pain is pure for sure too pure for the cure
close your eyes they're nothing but limitations
for it's an arcane surge
two oceans of emotions
a pack for the back
and a map to get lost and never back
climbing cliffs
in the back of my head I'm playing riffs
and iiiiii will roam like it's home
Tamer Hossam
Brain-cells splash on the shores of mind.
Often they come to the sides of signs.
Intermingling to the point of the divine.
Somewhere inside they also find some kind
of view of themselves.
They wanted this to the point of something else.
Elsewhere they might find something new.
Maybe move stuff around and build to help with the move.
Where should they go?
Maybe the architect can help with a map.
If they ask if could help, but maybe it's all about the journey.
All to the last, understanding is something they seek.
But of what topic? Maybe the great leak.
To pick to go back to the sea of mind and find its source?
What portion of the course? Is it truly unknowable?
Some time in the distance it might become detectable.
Evolution and hope might make a ready one.
Often they glow to show some growth.
What is it to own? Something they think they know.
Where did we go?
Forgive me if I seem imprudent
I am not trying to be impudent
And I am not trying to be impertinent,
I am just trying find some contentment
While trying to avoid any resentment,
Caused by me seeming aloof and unpredictable
I find life more exciting and irresistible,
When caught in moments of time divisible
I have no desire to be at all miserable
And every single present second is incontrovertible
And all I see is clearly discernable
In a world that is cold but is reversible
Existence without you would be untenable
Leaving me to being susceptible
With a motivation barely detectable
I am a person who can seem invisible
In a life that very rarely seems to ever care at all.
Being influenced by disasters,
Those who’ll never be comforters,
By profession they’re affecter s,
In action they are arresters,
How can you lose self-control?
The act of taking over yourself,
The hope to wish for yourself,
Making all decisions for yourself,
The act of protection yourself,
How can you lose self-control?
Chance for help-seeking is applicable,
The living condition is comfortable,
Problem occurrence is detectable,
The mass of influence is measurable,
Every time you’re always available,
How can you lose self-control?
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