Peerless paintings mystically mingle.
Bells of my shrines rhythmically jingle.
Hues of heaven and earth amalgamate.
Logic and love lawlessly agitate.
I see Morpheus moving around my mind.
Celestial scenes are craftily designed.
With wings of poppies Minerva hovers.
Saraswati showers seamless powers.
Monsoons recover all drought-driven cracks.
Nightmares consummate with sweet-dream climax.
Ripples, in the lake of my mind, stir on.
Blissfully, myriad rainbows are drawn.
Fantasies Of The Future
Are Often Hilariously
Uncanny In Terms Of
Technology…
But Don’t Get
People Right.
REAL
People Are Always:
Jaded And Boring
And Full Of
“So What?”
Georgie Porgie
“VERY Well,
Thank You!”
Caught A Gist
Of The Tendencies…
But All The Numbers
WRONG.
IT's An Easy Riddle.
I’d Ask You Not
To Report Me…
But You Certainly
Will.
You're Not That Stupid,
DARLING.
-Gray Squirrel
07-15-2025
A wellspring of
Eternal joy
Unfolds within
A little boy
He schemes and
Dreams in
Fantasies
Things no man
Could ever be
But somewhere in
His youthful eye
The boy must know
The man will die
Many mountains, seas, women, and dollars made
But for you only was each moment played
As an aged wine flask, your decrepit skin cracks
As flaccid muscles bend your creaking back
Hard hammer toes hamper your stiff walking style
Toilet king, bilious bombard of bile
Fog obscures your mind, only to rise again
Wishing for many things which might have been
Stung as by tzetse flies you cannot forget
Fantasies won’t revive corpses of regret
Too late, with dreams drooling down your hoary chin
Awaken to the state you are now in -
A dream without legs, with all hope beyond reach -
A jellyfish sunbathing on a beach.
Journey through forest of evergreen ecstasy
Love is sensual seed planting you planting me
Emerald hugs enchanting
Hearts that sing fly and denim dream
Floating with fuchsia fairy wings
Eyes that wink blink purple please
Fulfilling needs creating fantasies
As breeze from lips to hips curvy and free
Blowing mind trees
Thoughts fall like leaves
Creating a carpet of cranberries
We live and laugh as happy fairies
Drinking dew and consuming cherries
Meeting seas of needs making merry
Currency is mercy we are caring
What a happy place to be
In this forest of evergreen
Where love grows wild and free
Silver souls float and are smiling
As night spills over
my dreams begin to take flight
Into the dark I go
absorbed
inside
interior realms
of Pure Divine Light !
Wonderful love dreams thrilled young Cali.
She sung of such with good friend, Sally.
Extraordinary and precocious,
her thoughts felt expialidocious.
Expialidocious were heart thumps.
Precocious fantasies raised goosebumps.
Sally thought her love, fragalistic.
Cali said, "joy's not fatalistic."
For Cali, hushed love was great enough.
In my deepest fantasies
I am onstage singing with Glenn Hughes
We are doing the Deep Purple songs together
Both playing bass
The crowd is cheering and yelling
Giving us all their love
And then it’s time for the bass solo
Glenn points to me and says go!
I shred the strings and bring the o-bass to life
Nothing could be finer
Then I awaken
To see it was all just a dream
Sudden was the descent of poetry on me
I tottered under its weight
My body heated up like the sun
A frying egg yolk on the pan
My blood started burning…. burning
A strange madness crept across my senses
Intoxicated as by an excess dose of ale
Or drunk with the vintage wine
Or by some mystical disengagement
I started levitating
Wings sprouted up suddenly on my sides
I reeled round and round
Flew up and up
Meteors flashed past
Stars blinked
Larger celestial bodies stood still
Strange sounds fleeted past my ears
My heart palpitated,
Like the rumblings of thunder
My eyes glowed like fire balls
A shout I heard afar
Over the heavens’ mysterious rim
Muffled though, I could decipher it;
“Welcome to the clan of poets”!
Around me, I saw multitudes of poets
Young and old, their faces blazing
Like a thousand lanterns lit
In that blinding brilliance
My filmy wings burnt outright!
Like Icarus, from the heights
I flopped down to the chasm below
In the scattered heap of flesh and bones
A faint stir …..
…………………..
The feeble flutter of a poetic heart
Before it was finally stilled!!
My deepest fantasies to introspect :
From where I have come ? Why and where to reach ?
It’s beyond perception and intellect !
Who has the supreme knowledge ? Who will teach ?
Leading life honouring moral values.
Performed duties, being compassionate.
To know my identity, got no clues.
Is Death my end ? Or to re -incarnate !
With much devotion pursued my career.
Accessed success, also failure endured.
With happy family, built emperor.
But in last phase feeling most unsecured.
Achievements, Involvements turned obsolete.
My activities remained incomplete.
My deepest fantasies are high.
Into the deep I would not go.
In them, I'd soar with birds in sky
and watch all things that are below.
All on my own, I long to fly.
My deepest fantasies are high.
I’d drift with wind where I’d belong,
and with wind's whispers, I would sigh.
No revelries of wealth have I.
I’d rather lift like a balloon.
My deepest fantasies are high.
Perhaps I’d even touch the moon!
My body once again would be
without its pain, and I’d feel spry
while moving like a dream and free.
My deepest fantasies are high.
I lie myself down in silence and close my eyes.
Imagine I'm flying high in majesties skies
Over open seashores as sounds of waves rise.
Embracing the breast and scent of land
With the nascent sun towards inland,
Sunflowers, butterflies around grassland.
Enjoying the sunshine melting into my dream
As umber twigs reach upward into space of cream.
Nature's music beams among earths pigment scheme.
Motionless in peace, tranquility, and clear mind.
Spellbinding simplicity, strife left behind.
My life spiritual fantasy world defined.
1/16/2024
A pegged round point gleams a dream as a passerby
pauses briefly at some display of hearts. Creams alot
enchanted in velvety reds filled with sweet treats that
address the same in my deepest fantasies. Employed by
the Creatures that slither their way, shading their point in
passing. Then a heavenly-sent gifts a genteel speaker
drifts a spun floater albeit a dove's solitaire feather.
Angelic hands reach down to gather it up in chorale
chants achieved its disciplined course. In brevity
breathes deeply, exalting with the soothing blessed
Suite, performed by Johann Bach. Toccata, Adagio, and
Fugue in C Major, with cultured ivory chords and refined
pedals as the fantasy seized a day.
There's no hope that the pain in my body and mind will ever go away.
There's no fountain of youth. We all grow old and gray.
So, I wish I was a white knight, slaying dragons, and battling in your name,
as my heart burns ever brightly with love's flame.
I wish I had the dashing looks and smile of someone like Tom Cruise,
and in your fantasy, you'd look my way to choose;
and that my ideals and heroism earned your unfeigned admiration...
and one thing more than any other in creation -
of all the things I dream of, I dream of nothing more than this -
in my deepest fantasies, I'll once receive your kiss.
we all daydream
about this and that
in a make belief world
our character enact
one day however
there was a competition
where we needed to be still
and feel the void’s emission
thoughts and senses dimmed
even as awareness peaked
we sensed magnetic cool heat
reality as we knew it was tweaked
eye of our soul opened
cognising a unified force field
within it floated the multiverse
as power God does wield
our vaporised presence
encompassed the universe
wherein gong of Om resounded
as the noumena’s verse
awareness self-aware
dropped ego from its life tree
all that then remained was light
revealing our true Self free
beyond space-time poised as such
we were in ineffable peace complete
from a centreless fulcrum we sensed
the throb of God’s heartbeat
so the two first became one
then the one became two
becoming the flow of living light
we witnessed the refrains renew
lucid dreaming or meditation
we can give this trance any name
here we are now back again
but we are no longer the same
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