Long Conscience Poems
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Often times i find myself
Pondering as to what could be
My restless mind files through your folder
Taunting me with what was so close
But unattained
I picture moments that almost happened
And i create taboo images
Even i am too ashamed to depict-
Too afraid my own thoughts will betray me
Eventually spilling my deepest desires
Into a pool of your presence
Yet i cannot control my thoughts this time
I toss and turn in my bed,
Twisting the sheets into a demented representation of my worst desires
Trying to shake my heedless thoughts
Unsuccessful, i allow my mind to venture deeper
Afraid of what i might envision
Yet excited to see the possibilities
My reasoning wrestles with my desires
Fighting to prevent spiking vulnerability from within
And from allowing unruly thoughts to consume my morals
Yet as strong as my conscience may be
Desire pulls at my collar, dragging me deeper
As i slip somewhere i never anticipated
I feel the sudden urge to confide in you
To tell you about my urgent, careless thoughts
To dump these taboo feelings into the pool of your presence
And to spew my vivid imagery into your mind
And here i am
Reminded again that my imagination is not meant to be spoken of
Yet it still echoes in places
Silence was supposed to keep empty
Swirling my eyes around and ‘round
Into a pile of leaves,
I see my assemblage point swirl, too.
I'm looking back at me in a tornado of thoughts
Assembling the ground around below me,
My support system slips
And my conscience falters.
It looks as if the worlds on fire
In this pile of autism Nal autumnal artistry.
The mystical mandala of my mind,
Snatches up my spirit then takes me for a ride
Into the higher levels of consciousness
And some lowers too. I’m dizzy from the delusion.
Illusions on the exclusion of always being present.
And wander aimlessly into some dreamy delirium of nothingness.
I slip into something more comfortable.
Something more manageable.
Something, more me.
Serpentine artisan in Eden
Crafting a second creation
A molten piece of idol
By the dexterity
Of word of mouth.
Tongue lures ear
And then à tongue kiss
To the ear, both soulmates
Titillate the neurons of the body
Stir the impulse of all senses
All segued to Judas kiss.
Telepathist tool
Transmuting visions from pluto
To reality on earth.
Forked-tongue town crier
With cymbal and gong
Improvising a dissonance
Of glossolalic tales
To the age of gullible gullivers!
Ear, O hear!
In that gaping cavity
There lies lie lair
The sword of Damocles
Gliding and Churning honey gobs
From its cavity to founts of lies
In every public square.
Like the big lie of Hitler and Goebbels
To the holocaust.
Let not all thy senses,
Emotion, reason, and conscience
Trust her tongue!
I was never afraid to wake up
My life isn't a reality -
It is a vision casting stones
In an unfeeling river of doubt
Where are the spirits that understand?
How much more can I fill this mind
With unanswered questions?
I am destitute, naked and empty
Yet filled to the limit
So many holes yet to fill -
So many useless stones to cast
Is it fear that holds me
In these dirty depths?
Is it pride?
Some escaped soot of ego?
I need fresh air to breathe
A fresh perspective -
A cool conscience
My senses writhe in this place
How befuddled and lost I have become
I absorb all the dread in my heart
It feels like I live in it now
But it is not my home
I repeat -
It is not my home
September 13, 2017
Everybody says that forgetting
the one we loved is unfair, cruel, and silly;
don't attempt to bury recollections under rocks,
and instead of burning them completely,
express bitterness for a sad ending...
although the fervent sentiment never stops!
Search for the fondness of words,
delve deeper into your awareness
and the skeletons of regret won't rebuke
the conscience for the unappreciated value
of all the exciting life they led once,
and the preciousness they still constitute!
Does anyone admit that continue living
without forgiving is an act of unmercifulness?
Should we love ourselves more or less,
never appreciating the joy of giving and sharing?
Pierce the sunless skies with daring eyes,
beyond them, there's an incredible blueness...
not matched or displayed by waveless seas;
what lies ahead is an array of vast universes!
3s
Thank You God
Thank you, God, for your love and wisdom. Even in moments of doubt, I tried to keep my faith discreet. Many times, I felt the weight of my sins, knowing that conscience is not just a guide but a compass. I speak for myself when I say that each day,
I struggle with the inevitable tasks and the pain inflicted by evildoers. Today would have been his birthday, a bittersweet reminder that evildoers cannot harm us for long if we believe in your power.
I have come too far to let regrets weaken me. I am too proud and too strong for shame or regret.
Please, always come to me when I am in doubt. Keep shining your light upon me and keep my mind healthy.
My vision is clear, and I know my children will be happy and safe. I will fight for daily strength to move forward. I will adhere to your words and find rest in your guidance. You know me better than I know myself, and I love you, Lord.
Your mercy never fails me.
I grieve for others more than I should, perhaps being too mythopoetic. I am mortal, a giver by nature, and proud of the choices I have made.
I am who I am, black by nature, and I embrace my identity with pride.
Unfolding.
When you kept getting up
After you've fallen
Endurance was already there
When you kept fighting
the anger in you
Peace was already there
When you understand
the why - way you behave
Knowing others is already there
When you finally let go
of low self esteem
Your true value is already there
When you did your best
to conquer your fears
Courage was already there.
When you complained
about life's injustices
Justice was already there
When you opened the door
to let isolation out
humaness was already there
When you finally got fedup
with your own misery
Happiness was already there
When you kept rejecting
your worst behaviour
Goodness was already there
When you gave up hatred
of your fellowman
God's image was already there
When you finally gave up
unrelenting guilt
A clean conscience was already there
When you felt lost
because Paradise was lost
Paradise found was already there.
Aqua Marine
Posted 2015.
Where are the bamboo
Banana husk, dad's stone chair
Mom's vegetable pots.
Where are the rice fields
Peanuts, peas, potatoes
Corn, cassava, sweet and tamarind.
Where is my childhood place
I look for every sunset
Just look out at the simpliest things.
Now I have to fill up everything
To open up the road, open everything else
Why I am not happy at all.
This is the progress you said
Converting farmland to townhomes
Why choose the mountain anyway.
My heart breaks seeing greediness
Easy money dislocating happiness
On the lowly and the unprotected.
How long avarice living the land
Of simple living hide in the sun
God forbade how small conscience is.
Is urbanization answer loophole minds
In the lowland of wizardry breed
Is this what Third World country thinks.
greed is the ugliest of sins
robbing the poor
to line one’s pockets
knocking people to their knees
reducing them to begging
while they are asked to wait patiently
for what is due them
how dare they make them wait
it’s all one huge conspiracy
how can you sleep at night
have you no conscience
can you really just pretend
that delay is without consequence
how much do you need to be satisfied
has your greed no bounds
we can’t imagine the utmost greed
coveting profits gained
from deliberately postponing payments
while honest people live deep in despair
AP: 2nd place 2021
In the labyrinth of the mind, where shadows dance on the walls of consciousness,
I see humanity ensnared in the web of its own impotence, a sea of unripe souls,
Floating on waves of incomplete reason, clinging to ancient myths like life preservers.
Idols rise from the ashes of rationality, statues of smoke and mirrors reflecting only fear,
And humans, eternal children before the universe, bow at altars of paper and metal,
Seeking life's meaning in the empty eyes of false gods, while their own souls cry out mutely.
Irrational passions simmer beneath the thin veneer of civilization,
Hate, envy, revenge - monsters hidden in the caves of the heart,
Struggling to surface, as man dances on the precipice of his own being.
Power, money, the sovereign state, the nation - new idols raised on humanity's pedestal,
Shine blindingly, covering with their golden veil the teachings of the wise,
Buddha, the prophets, Socrates, Jesus, Mohammed - voices lost in history's clamor.
Jungles of superstition grow wild on the ruins of great teachings,
Trees of ignorance stretch their branches over once-fertile gardens of the spirit,
And man wanders among them, vainly seeking the fruit of self-knowledge.
Oh, man, when will you learn to gaze into the mirror of your own soul?
When will you have the courage to stand alone before infinity, to take ownership of your existence?
When will you understand that life's meaning hides not in the shadow of idols, but in the light of your own conscience?
Maturity waits patiently at the gates of your mind,
A golden key for the rusty locks of perception,
Open your eyes, look beyond the veil of illusion, and become, at last, the architect of your own destiny.