bed sheets
thrown off
early light
restless cat
wanders room
morning call
lines scribed
on blank page
first breath
opposite poles tune attraction
contracted manifestation
questing abstracted refraction
passions spin and spar ~
penetrating fallacies deep
climax stellar tasks in gem sleep
chemistryprem pulls, hugs and shrugs bleep
and yet here we are …
[ Third Place Win : Premier Contest : Feb 26
Honorable Win : All Poetry Contest : Feb 26 ]
The inception edited
On his space-ship had traveled far to
a place where no big bang had happened
No rocks had been thrown into the room
named stars and planets like Saturn
Pluto and Mars
A place that can not be called dark because
darkness suggests an absence of light
Where a compact silence had slowed his ship
had no beginning or end
there was no North, West, South or East
navigating back to life was a hopeless task
no, up or down, left or right
He had reached a point where nothing had
ever existed, he asked himself what is
the origin of life?
Was there a spirit, call it God, that put the pieces
together and created life
Inception
A near accident almost run over by a train
old heart, she collapsed in my arms
wrapped her in a blanket, looked asleep
we drove thro' the long night headlights
made a temporary tunnel
If I turn the light off, we will disappear
I looked in the rear mirror, saw her smile
at the petrol station, the young attendant
seeing death up close paled
this was reality, not play station 2c
I found a cave that had straw on the ground
a lit candle on a niche, it was here Jesus lay
when the women came and cleaned his wounds
while his followers in the olive groove
his face bore the agony suffered by the righteous
I laid her beside him, she looked so brittle
they had both achieved eternal life
She had no foreknowledge of impending demise
she had the purist of hearts
Jesus became a myth in our collective myth
The Messiah
Zen
first light
brings clarity
and forgiving
Transmuting the past
denying the future
Reliving the moment
— time after time
(The New Room: March, 2024)
From our earliest inception
A fascinating process unfolds
Flora and fauna
Spread across this planet we call home
From micro to macro
Arose a species called mankind
Everything is evolving
Slowly, quickly, some in due time
Our human moment is impermanent
Like stream that flows to an end
We have unique opportunity to experience
Our world through a self imposed lens
Like a fish in the ocean
Struggling to find the sea
It's hard to understand
When we fail to accept reality
To protect our fragile psyche
We deflect or push our thoughts side
Because no one wants to acknowledge the fact
We’re condemn at birth to die
Life is
What we see is what we believe
Our sand is running dry
You're in control of your destiny
Through a distant awareness
all eyes unmasked
The answers vacant
and fading fast
The horizon changes
from front to back
All reasons caught
within its trap
Time despondent
its seconds tear
Whose reign dethroned
inception near
The weight uprooted
a seedless fruit
The past, tomorrow
—and present moot
(Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania: November, 2022)
Yes there are perks,
I can't believe it works,
You can repress all emotions until they leave this place,
It hurts at first,
Like losing 20 dollars at the table,
The trick is to not accept any more than the next,
My emotions became apart of my shadowy reflect,
Man.. it feels good to be knocked off the correct (path? Man I'm getting bad at these poems dude. They used to flow. Ha.)
Deliver me into my hell,
Load up the shotgun shells.
Save the words I will not hear,
I’ve decided to live in fear.
I’ll bury my pain in these scars,
As the PTSD sets off alarms.
If peace is money, I have no wealth
It’s hard to win a war against yourself.
Sometimes I wish I couldn’t love,
So I could abandon what’s above.
Sanity was banished far before,
I was enlisted in this war.
If peace is money, I’ll always be poor
I can predict the weather, but can’t change the storm.
Bury me beneath my memories,
Suffocate me inside my agony,
This is where I want to be,
This is who I can’t defeat…
Tetrahedron Inception
The geometry of four equal threes,
A pyramid of tall pointy trees.
Green, red, yellow, gold,
Rainbows of music, arc through my soul,
Seeing the sounds past reds vast basses,
Symphonies of light hearing blues last traces.
Four phased spectra, aligned at the sixties,
Sweet melodic convergence of realities.
Touch, taste, smell it, too, with our senses,
Mountains lifted from the ether
With the touch of the Creator.
Time is
From Inception to Demise
Written; by Tom Wright
January 2015
Time’s Chronological order is,
From future, to present, to past
Making our allotment to be,
From when we are, until when we were.
Its pace is un-slowing, and duration unknown,
We never share it, or save it, but expend it.
We often abuse, but will leave none unused.
Only God knows our un-numbered minutes.
Because He is the custodian of all time;
I believe God has granted man guardianship,
With the knowledge and responsibility of building,
And utilizing the clock for our earthly purposes;
"I" was there since inception
though I is the temporary endeavor
I always want to be in the first position
Though I stand like a rock as a ninth letter
I seek, I constantly crave for an attention
Though unaware of the fact, I reside in the center
I say I love, But without a single connection
Though you and I, united and bonded in common shelter
I see, I search, I think of a creation
though everything just exists and I, just a mediator
I, a tiny moment, crying in the old agitation
though I, present now, not in the past or the future
I imagine, I fly for the greater, with ambition
though I, a part of such a big, huge and so broader
I do, I run, accumulate till my cremation
though I, a mere space, nothing else, realized it later
I love all without any reason with a great compassion
I, found peace as every I is "I" and not any differ
Remember, centuries ago we met
I'th' glorious garden of a hillock.
Then the morose sun was about to set,
And euphoric birds were flying en bloc.
Yonder the crimson streaks reddened the clime
And thy visage adorned with unfurled love—
Strange and secluded beauty hard to mime
E'en by the variegated sky above.
The red river paled into a black brook
As our silhouettes made love to small stars—
A nonpareil nocturne from warblers’ nook
Let in it our conflux of hearts immerse.
The quaint queen of night made thy meek hair shine,
Till my famished lips coalesced with thine.
13th September, 2016
Inception
From under my shadow
And into sunlight
I´m a raven waiting
For a new born child
Eat the embryonic soul and take over
The body.
And people will say:
This child has an old soul
The mother will cry hug the child
Love me
Till I can walk and disappear
Into the world
NO EXCEPTION TO THE INCEPTION
We need to have the same aim
The same desire and fire to finally shed shame
Divergent dreams will not do
You need to be me and I need to be you
When I hurt you need to feel the pain
We need to be one interlocking chain
No weakened links nor rusted joints
I’ll understand your concepts and you my points
We need to know that which both of us know
And only go where the other shall go
No detours or dead ends to lead us astray
We need to do things in the very same way
Each night we will review the day’s events
Even if there are kinks, loose screws or any dents
Then we’ll slumber comfortably when the day is done
Because we two need to become merely one
© 2010…..free cee!
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