Long Hypnosis Poems
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Thoughts drifting into night's allure
pace up and down, as day retreats.
A dark cloak of blackness saturates
slumbering towns and desolate streets.
Halcyon of ambient moon enshroud
hypnosis on drooping drowsy eyelids.
A sullen soul in shadow of it's splatter
odyssey of sorrow skates and skids.
Modulated in weight of volatile voices
that quarrel caged in raucous clamour,
waves of night usher beauty of dreams
An ocher sky of stars glitter in glamour.
Far from the melee of neon billboards
footsteps of stars in horoscope unsure.
Time waits for a black sea to turn blue
with thoughts drifting into night's allure.
Dated 15th August 2019
Sponsor Joseph May
Contest Name One In Four
Silly Sally sells books, this week there's a sale -
New titles each Friday; I go without fail.
This book took the do-it-yourselfers by storm:
"How To File Your Own Taxes" by May Linda Form.
If this one's available, I'm calling dibs:
"Let's Cook in the Backyard " by Barbie Q. Dribs.
If that one is sold out, this might fit the bill:
"The Perfect Hamburger" by Patty O'Grill.
If you don't have time for the whole book, just scan it:
"Naming Your Newspaper" by Dale E. Planet.
This one's selling out, be the first on your block:
"You Must Bring My Daughter Home" by Ada Clock.
One book I've been wanting I think really rocks:
It's called "Spooner's Footwear". It's by Susan Shocks.
You students may need this one for your next quiz:
"It's All About Nature" by Ollie G. Whiz.
And speaking of science, this one is debateable:
"Decomposing Organisms" by O. deGradable.
If you know a student, I'm sure they will love:
"Better Test Taking" by Olive D. Above.
At 70 cents, this old book is a cheapie:
"Hypnosis Tricks" by U. R. Barry Sleepy.
For those with a more Catholic upbringing:
"Be On Time For Church" by Isabel Ringing.
Need help thinking quicker? This one's on the button:
"Reacting in Crises" by Olive O'Sudden.
You could take this one on your longer vacations:
"Destroyer Warfare" by Mandy Battlestations.
To order this title, you may have to beg:
"My Very Small Breakfast" by I. Ada Negg.
I know of a fitness book you ought to buy:
"I'm Living Forever" by Dawn Wanda Dye.
This could be a best-seller, I have no doubt:
"It's None of Your Business, You Twit!" by Bud Out.
You may think these books are for real. If you do,
there's a nice bridge in Brooklyn I'd like to sell you!
Panegyric praising phantasmagoric, albeit...
unseen prophets providing perspicuity...,
Who commune with yours truly
within state of mind between
sleep and wakefulness
methinks disembodied spirits
infiltrate mine consciousness
while suspended within trance.
Meditation invokes light hypnosis
gently beckoning me to surrender self
fearlessness disappears relinquishing
clutched grip upon ethereal essence
without substance, I wonder
how emotions, ideas, longings...
can weigh so oppressively
as if such elusive thought processes
(however they become manifest
spontaneously crowdsourcing then...
just as quickly re: blink of eye
irretrievably lost in space (mind)
farther than outer limits of twilight zone
realizing futility to conjure them back
synonymous when this (hymn) mortal
male i.e. contemplative,
intuitive, ruminative...
nonetheless unable to recall revelatory
insight...,and/or when steeped deeply
within sleep (ah...such dynamic,
magnificent, vivid...dreams) more so
pronounced since relying to function
almost half dozen medications
(to mitigate predisposition wrought
courtesy of anxiety,
ocd, panic attacks..),
yet upon opening
(even without disruption)
access to such excellent
personal profundity...slightly biased
denied, analogous to
steel door shutting tight
with nary an iota remembered
to self interpret what subconscious
exposure means, a motherlode
rich with material
to write poetry or prose
tis quite bothersome
this sudden disappearance
evocations vanishes without a trace
aware no intense concentration
will jog abundant cerebral activity
forever out of reach
Argh...such evocative manifestations
serve as private cable channel
obvious drawback reruns
cannot be rebroadcast
aware (of course) nobody boot me
agog with exhilaration,
fascination, galvanization...
to plumb depths into world
I will never fathom
further than 20,000
leagues under the sea.
”Enabled by divine love magnetism warm ~
Allow love and light to permeate our form”
~ quote by poet
If wisdom of sages we wish to ingrain,
we must choose to shed resistance and be still,
that divine grace may slowly cleanse our soul’s stain,
allowing light to osmotically fill
voids within form and free us from ego chain,
that prevents us from surrendering our will.
Moment by moment, all moments so entwined,
in staid stillness, our consciousness is refined.
Love employs no force and so opts to go slow,
piercing our consciousness slowly, drop by drop
but assures us gently that we’ll be aglow,
enlivened by its flow that never does stop,
for if we be pure, God is sure to bestow,
love and light eternal, with bliss the backdrop.
Exit oh hermit, self-imposed hypnosis,
that soul reclaims inner light by osmosis.
oh dear heaven ...
how impeccant …
how subtly innocent and eager!
are you truly as oblivious as you seem?
oh, I am sure of otherwise …
or would there not be so much unsullied skin laid bare -
so few garments that thus adorn the masterpiece?
utter innocence, burning in the motion of your stride ...
a fortuitous feast of flames for the common!
the gods themselves feign deference to such fair symmetry,
and barter the heavens for but a grace of your shadow -
you are pristine virtue, annotated ...
you are torturous fare for the plain and fallow,
and envy for even the inimitable …
innate sensuality trickles from your feathery brow
to your Lilliputian toes, (painted bubblegum pink),
tracing an unblemished dermal landscape
that any hormone-hewn human would consider a dream destination …
you exude a connate allure, inexplicable,
enchanting even the stars -
sky weeping in exquisite anguish for sake of your fluid movement,
saucy, exposed hips,
tossed with coy yet libidinous intent,
their immaculate and fluid rhythm
catching in chests like a cardiac event,
pulling the breath from lungs around you like taffy,
(and not returning without discerned effort),
every gaze in your line swinging in matched tempo,
stupefying all within your affect ...
a mass hypnosis inspired by your walk alone -
ponytail braid and pink ribbon sway in opposite tempo,
adding to the sassy attitude …
eyes, pure white arctic spheres
with polished onyx centers,
set to possess the soul, should they find your focus …
faultless, blue-white smile,
framed by sugar plum lips, shaped to perfect bows ...
oh dear heaven!
such resplendent rapture should they whisper your name!
such divine intoxication should those eyes affix yours!
the gods themselves are weeping wonder ...
the gods themselves!
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Concentric circles around,
They go down,
Hypnosis,
On Jezebel's forehead, metope, brows,
The mermaid in the lodge,
Dressed in fog and smoke,
Bad woman,
Body made of bricks of masons,
Alchemy to turn iron into gold,
The gold of election,
Fake olive oil
From mercury of foul blood,
Against Elijah the prophet
And vineyard of Nabaoth,
Father's true election in the light of the Word,
Of Love, the God,
Song of Songs,
Mysterious, but shining and lighting the Communion,
The lightest Dove,
Like the night of Christ's birth, Jesus born,
Otherwise, it is only fake election, consecration,
Self-idols,
False nobles,
Eyes wide shut behind closed doors,
Pharisaic secret of Judas Iscariot,
Study the Bible to know
How to put 30 coins into the bank account,
False silver on Mount Sion,
Sensual magic of bronze in Europe,
Brave new world,
Seek Jesus not for salvation, but to kill the Lord,
This fox,
With the abomination of desolation in sacred points,
On the earth,
Battle of Salome and Miriam, sister of Moses,
Salome the fashion,
Pharisaic barrenness for leaves cloned,
With plans for their 30 coins, billions,
Life without the cross,
The herd possessed by legion,
Legion of false devotees in fake elevation,
Inequality is the source of all sorrow,
Otherwise, this delusion should be broken,
“Stop,” says even the donkey of the human body to help the soul,
No need for this operation,
Like the war against Creation just now,
Elijah the prophet jokes
About false Baal's prophets with auto-mutations, self-mutilations,
Again, knight Ivanhoe the Precursor,
The arena of the town "Egypt and Sodom,"
And Robin Hood in the crowd is Enoch,
Two angels ask the family of Lot,
In the seven churches of Revelation of John,
"In missions across the Earth, these seven eyes on the Lamb,"
And two eyes of the Lord Lamb and Lion,
Like forerunners for reconnaissance in force,
Seeing the false armor of fake knights in front,
Type - count Rochefort,
Not noble at heart, asking for the prize of Nobel,
Glow on Baskerville Hall's dog,
Back side of the card six, six, six joker,
Mercurial clothes moths play their poker,
Neo-colonialism form lead homunculus of noting.
Carte blanche,
this scribe bandies, exercises,
and indulges inexplicable gravitas
drooling, extolling, and fielding greatness,
frothing handily, indubitably jinxed,
linkedin as some lingual philanderer,
which oral intercourse,
this sensate being suckles
figuratively das bosom
sans mother tongue i.e. english language
unbeknownst to this cobbler,
dabbler and fiddler with rhetoric
why those twenty six letters constituting
sole lingua franca known to him,
admittedly beheld captivate, fascinated,
genuflecting, high handedly
inflated educated cerebral cortex
aflame with fiery passion
asper language affianced to himself,
liberal minded radiant,
redolent and rudimentary scribe,
who would book chartered flight
per voluminous Goddess
to the ends of the Earth demonstrating,
hallucinating and punctuating affinity,
cupidity energetically gravitating ingratiation
knowingly manumission
only pleases queen rhetoric,
she thrives unequivocally
viz warbling xeroxed yapping
zestfully, amorously and beatifically,
charming dame, entrances fixation,
germinating hypnosis,
idyllically juicing kinetic love
mister nonestablishmentarian
obliquely producing
quintessential rhapsodies,
sonnets, rhyme less threnody
uber veneration towards prosaic
radiant, redolent romantic
in tryst ting worthily winsome weaver
doth frigate gently heaves illustrious,
joyous, kindness
livingsocial, merrily opportunistically profligate
overlooking many averse trait
viz zit ting this absolute brute,
cheating discrete envoy,
fantasizing glorious hedonistic insurmountable
barbed, blackened, and jazzed ken,
when, even as a haploid male or female germ cell
able to unite with another of the opposite sex
engendered genetically inherent
kickstarter mature oldster
quacking sociological product
tete a tete paramour the
reason aye wrote this poem.
Metaphorically speaking, we all lost our virginity at birth
Born free, infused with ego poison, stifling innate mirth
Reality of pristine dreams replaced by myriad illusions
Conscience deadened, conditioned to trust delusion
We became akin to a dead man walking in stupor
Past regrets, fears of morrow, no childlike caper
Fierce winds of duality reinforcing false belief
Chasing desires fleeting offering no relief
Being thus transfixed in deep hypnosis
Became victim of our own prognosis
Habit patterns our mental prison
With head-heart disconnection
Feral animal in human form
Our soul began to deform
Limited by mind body
Labelled somebody
Shortened stride
Our false pride
Having fallen
We now awaken
Upon so choosing
By mind discerning
That the joy we seek
A fleeting sneak peek
Pleasure yields to pain
Self-serving desires slain
Body over time withers away
Brain cells too, dementia slays
This contemplation ushers silence
Wherein rekindles love of innocence
Aflame within heart, veiled from sight
Thought rested awareness feels delight
As nodes within, throb with bliss magnetism
Each cell of our form an electrified joy sensorium
Essence of our presence thus beholding in surprise
The dance of magic divine enabling the Phoenix to rise
22-March-2021
Media propaganda burns the mind with lies
Literally brainwashing the way you think
Even a therapist calls it hypnosis, many they hypnotize
The corrupt information spewed, surely does stink!
Do yourself a favor, research for truth out there
Find documents, witness interviews, things undeniable
It may save your life, it' can be found, it is somewhere
Because, only the truth will be sustainable!
It may be easier to go along with what you are told
By listening all the time, as if everything is true
But all I can say in this important rhyme
Is by choosing to do this, it can fully derail you
Heidi Sands
12/2/21
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Flabbergasted --- Appalled At The Extra Weight I've Gained --- Sean Kelly
Hollywood --- Decorative Christmas Forest --- Sean Kelly
Reliable --- Being Able To Successfully Tell Untruths ---Sean Kelly
Hypnosis --- Your Sister Who Refuses Her Hip Operation --- Sean Kelly
Coffee --- Life's Spark Plug --- Karen O'Leary
Wallflower --- Take Five - Hand Jive --- Brian Strand
Bank Promissory Note --- My Gosh, What Tosh --- Brian Strand
Clueless --- Oh No - Clouseau --- Brian Strand
Futures Trading --- I Bet - You Sweat --- Brian Strand
Still Life --- Tableau Stage Show --- Briand Strand
Hobo --- No Bread - in Shed ---Brian Strand
Taize-Rondo --- Sung Low ---Brian Strand
Chaplin --- No Sound Around --- Brian Strand
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C A I - Misspell - Ssh Don't Tell --- Briand Strand
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Blog (2) --- Bio To Show --- Brian Strand
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Press Release --- Off Pat - No Chat --- Brian Strand
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