You consume my entire existence,
nobody but us could ever get this
This dimension we've created,
has been nowhere near consistent
together, arm in arm
stepping in & out in an instant
Like for instance,
Our souls be vibing on an unseen plane-
there's no time or distance
At first we were sorta resistant
Not even able to understand
that we were both
so unique & different
Acting so extra
with way too much indifference
But our souls stayed persistent
N our hearts were more than in this
Both still so committed
making this love we've found
feel like an instinct
we'll get to wherever we belong
We waited for oh so long
nothing about what we create is wrong
We just gotta remember to stay strong....
Every time I write a line
I take some more space
I create a limb
A jaw
I am hollow
And fainted in real world
I create myself
Only in poetry.
Families, friends, neighbors, communities,
living in the land of liberty.
A nation easy to divide,
fed by smears, seduced by lies.
Emotions worn like fragile sleeves,
hatred finds a place to breathe.
A sickness spreads, unseen but loud,
echoed through the media cloud.
Even when the facts aren’t true,
they comfort those who always knew.
We fracture more with every feud,
distrust becomes our daily mood.
Arrogance floats through the air,
ignorance tangled everywhere.
We elect with hope, then watch despair,
do they serve, or do they stare?
Freedom to vote, a hollow ring
when sides refuse to shift or swing.
You speak your mind, you risk the cost,
mocked, dismissed, your meaning lost.
We’re growing colder, more confined,
trapped in one-dimensional minds.
Opposition seen as threat,
truth becomes what we forget.
And when debate no longer lives,
hatred is the truth we give.
A Canvas of a different kind,
Settle down, quiet the mind.
Taking time, refining the design.
Vibrations of colors so appealing.
The Choices I made revealing,
How I'm feeling.
Starting the healing,
As we make the shift,
Into A dimensional drift.
- -----------
Explosion of colors in front of me.
Step back and look again,
Now what do you see.
Focusing heart and soul,
Letting go what I know,
To Perceive it differently.
Creating a rift,
Into A dimensional drift.
- -----------
Sifting through realities,
Exploring New capabilities.
What could they be?
Approaching excitedly,
I slide Through the divide,
Embracing the ride.
The other side Presents Me a gift,
Feeling my spirit lift into,
An Inter-dimensional drift.
Settle down, quiet the mind.
Taking time, refine the design.
Vibration of colors so appealing.
The Choices I made revealing,
How I'm feeling.
Starting the healing,
As we make the shift,
Into A dimensional drift.
- -----------
Explosion of colors in front of me.
Step back and look again,
Now what do you see.
Focusing heart and soul,
Letting go what I know,
To Perceive it differently.
Creating a rift,
Into A dimensional drift.
- -----------
Sifting through realities,
Exploring New capabilities.
What could they be?
Approaching excitedly,
I slide Through the divide,
Embracing the ride.
The other side Presenting Me a gift,
An Inner dimensional drift.
when I reached the prime of life
I realized the climax of time,
an uncertainty, a doubt: did I actually live?
I am legend;
In my time of presence,
For I once had formed;
Covered in essence.
I lived in the seas of thousands,
Moments of memories inhabited.
The moments that melt,
Anyone's heart.
A pearl of deepening wisdom in;
Another spirit of divergence.
I would go that distance for you;
Then distancing from which is near.
My soul longs for the comfort of resting,
But, the time has not stood on thy side.
Time is bending times-self;
Continuously changing,
The course of destiny for esprit.
Dimensionally using itself to;
The altering of a times presence,
A time passed.
I am a legend,
I, covered with an essence.
gorgeous purple impatiens
deep rooted, holding up the river
revered by lily pads
honored by orange and white koi
I follow their lead and take a photo
of course it could never equal the real thing
the serene feelings of reverence of the landscape
they are three-dimensional goddesses if you ask me
The smell of an iris flower is like
A clean whiff of Gulf breeze,
Independent of clinging debris.
The iris is prissier than a rose;
More colorful than carnations
It is guardian of the pupil in you,
Ask the sclera.
*
Incongruous realities of microcosmic minds
Torturous awakenings in lives raging reminds
Dormant and deceived are rapid eyes moving
Absorbent are neurons firing fluidly brewing
June.25.2019
Arbitrium Divisa 2
Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden
...excerpt from “Dreamers of Dreams”
Aug.28.2018
Not for any contest
Can also be read backward
Placed 3'rd...Thank You
M-ind's vivid picture
A-ims to represent each part
P-ainted in surface.
Form: Haikustic
invisible to the naked eye
inaudible to the distracted ear
nonexistent to the obstructed heart
going blissfully about their business
hovering barely above our head
in another dimension
angels around us
and us going less than blissfully
about our own business down below
totally oblivious to the fact
all we’d need to do is reach up
close my eyes and be attentive
just be silent and listen
just still our mind and welcome
those heavenly angels around us
casually making themselves available
should we realize our amazing good fortune
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
I travel through the black holes in my head
Not a true kingdom beyond
the **** of daily patterns
How many lives wanted
created between fates
Oblivious to actuality
How much of reality lost!
Artifactual
A flow of blood that coats everything
All that history warning
and waking
An eye that opens never closes
Continuence is this violence of remember
Nothing can be touched let alone unraveled
My body cleansed of that dust that crowd at all
ones limits discovered
Escape plotted in the slow creeping carnage
of the everyday masquarade until one day
an entire generation will proclaim its own
vision
May our children bring forth the actuality
Translucent beings watching from the outside,
Treat us like machines coded in a thin line,
View our dreams because in life its intertwine,
Travel in the seams then attach through the eyes,
Dimensional disease to the ears and deep inside,
These evil little things can give us all but no pride,
Watching to appease for they seek and need to hide,
Trepidation by all means follow us until we die.
(2016)
Too dimensional, demented intentions allure,
This was not intentional, trapped intellectual
Engaged in mental battle with endless herds
Of sheep infected with conventional intellect
But I escaped insanity as I began my search
Far and wide, high and low throughout distant
Previously unmapped dimensions to inquire
Samples of simple dynamic brain functions,
Lost ancient rhythmic communications, and
Abandoned verbal reverberations, over time
I've accumulated in my endeavors of mind for
Assistance in my navigation through forgotten,
Thoughts and riddled ruminations from within
A complex and unique design is my intention
I implore your infinite attention to enter my
Current lyrical invention, here is your invitation.
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