Long Lucidly Poems
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Blinks of teary-filled eyes see on at a diplegic self
yet mindful transparency is willing me back
Back to my body as sinful warning zones
alarming have deluged my mind
Seized are my winks , my signals , codes in tact
I deemed the eye of imagination unkind
The intruder remains faceless knowing anon
I’m entrusted to an astral body and its danger
Spiritual warnings of facultas cognoscitive,
Descartes’ existence of corporeal self, even stranger
I am conscious and sure these be blessings
Or maybe an unconscious of the intueoritive
and what I immediately perceived were passion’s messing’s
with the right amount of awareness to shift
Senses much livelier and much more clear,
lucidly leaving the "physical world" adrift
Diplegic with a clarity of intelligo of an unhinging fear
Practiced, I am using my symbols with inner sight
and a poetic aptitude, my mindset re-sets a dream
A vision appears to me, it appears to be my hand
penning quickly, a dream within a dream, I re-write
the script and scenes which aren't what they seem
After a quite long time
Leaning on dad's shoulder warm
Like a newly speaking child
Babbling trivial stories wildly
Showing my poetry on soup's first book
Sharing the biscuit ice-cream I cooked
Asking him to review the paintings I've drawn
And complaining badly about the relatives gone
Ravished by his sudden arrival
I saw a gleam of hope in survival
When I was lucidly expounding the episodes
All he did was Laughing out loud
" Hey, kutti, Do you think I've been faraway?
Don't you know I can't go anywhere away?
I am still here watching all the happenings
Now, come, just relax and speak to me"
Uttered he, subtly in my dream
The warmth, the caress, the secured feel
Made me feel the plot so real and surreal
Oh! How I wish the dream not to end!
Feb 10 2022
Moonflower with white trumpet-shaped bloom
Dewy emerald leaves surround in nights gloom.
Cased in rich soil beneath a quarter moon.
Planted vines loosely knit—by my bedroom they sit.
Sweet fragrance they emit— to incense I submit.
Stunning tropic morning glories amaze
Sunlight and moonlight upon them gaze.
Phantasmic nightlamps in jade landscape haze.
Night’s primrose, moonglow calls—unveiling enthralls.
Dangling shadowy shawls— glistening waterfalls
Flowery white faint lavender tones loom.
Oh sleepy Moon by day lucidly lit,
Behold twilight’s glimmer on garden’s walls:
Gibbous Moon’s gleam suspending in a daze.
They want me to speak now you’re gone.
Find some kind of peace, something to hold on.
They want me to talk about you, the love you gave…
But I just cannot do.
You only gave me fear.
You only gave me tears.
If love for you is me a slave, love must be what you made.
I’m broken and hollow without you but at least now you’re gone fear isn’t living here too.
I can’t say the words they want me to say.
I can’t feel love when for years you treated me your way.
The drinking that led to the bruises and blood.
The silence of being locked alone in a back room.
The insults you were happy to give.
The pain you dispensed so lucidly.
Now that you’ve died and gone away.
I find myself looking at you this day.
I hope that where you are now.
You realize what you did in breaking me down.
I can’t sleep without help.
I can’t weep for myself.
I can’t sing or dance anymore.
You took so much for yourself and broke something that I can’t restore.
Gasping as she glimpses out of the 2D
The majestic colors full and in 3D
Beholding the markings of the Master hand
Within the frame, expanding life in the land
Ever all knowing the Painter understands
As her thoughts develop lucidly aglow
Gaining knowledge until she finally knows
Star dusts molded for her mortal’s uniform
In the shape and image of the Artist’s form
By placing her in the Garden of Eden
To blossom alongside the one called Adam
In the realm of choice granting sin or freedom
An unblemished plan, She and He let her go
Nurturing from afar and watching her grow
Updated 5/14/2019
Form:
Dreaming shows you many hidden things in your mind; it opens you to alternative thinking…
What are friends? Are friends someone you can trust? What is trust? What is trusting? I've always asked myself this, but never really answered it... Friends are always something I have struggled with.
How does someone become your friend? Is it an unspoken thing? A mutual agreement? A strive to be popular? Or is it a feeling that everyone has?
Throughout my elementary years I had 6 friends. Brandon, Mattia, Isaac, Matthew, and 2 girls, Emily and Sydney. When I hit 5th grade, Isaac, who was my best friend, moved away.
I had one big problem, people who I saw as friends, weren't really friends. There were a lot of things said behind my back and people would use me as a fall guy.
Onto my dream...
My dreams as a kid, before I trained myself to lucidly dream, were, as far as I knew, real. And to be honest, for the most part I don't know what was a dream and what wasn't...
I remember the new "cool" game to play was ZAP... If you don't know what zap is it is pretty much you put a name on a hand and a time and they can't look at it until that time or they must ask them out. This also happened to be the time the term "gay" had hit my school, so I had a guys name written on my hand. So once I found out what it was I went and washed it all off. so as we went back in class everyone who fell to peer pressure which was pretty much everyone but me got in trouble.
Now I told the teacher I had it at one time but I washed it off at lunch because Iw anted to be honest.... She just said that was the right thing to do.... But everyone started laughing at my calling me gay and such because it was a guys name... So when asked who satarted it someone said ask the gay kid.... Well of course I got blamed with it so I was sent to the principal with not one, but two reasons to be in trouble... I woke... got ready for school, and as I was getting to school guess what I saw? A new friend, and its name was Zap.....
What is a true friend? Is it someone who will stand for you? Someone who is always there? Do you have a true friend? Do you trust that person? Now answer that again, do you really? Ask yourself a third time, how do you really know they are your friend?
P.S. Thank you all for all the support, I have really appreciated all the positive feedback on my work... Jarrod D.~
The Tumbling from Thought as Inverted Ascension
from a shore of thought chipped sculpted in the memory of clear forgetting,
I tumbled upward toward memory that forgets remembering everything,
and at dawn of smile too labored rested in its cheerful weariness,
a longing overshadowed me illuminating ghosts of fulfilled unfulfillment!
through that chasm unexpected awaited the incantation of talkative silence,
I drugged myself lucidly with a word of sincere deception and mendacious truth,
it was only the dark radiant one of my chance missed with success,
eternal mortal kin just as often I rarely happened upon it in dream.
built in the non-beginning continuous end interrupted by a hasty idyll,
in the delight of shameless bashful immodest and chaste modesty heavily,
and now curse blessing so may you die living in dead life,
in your mind heavily sick healthy with the grave full emptiness of the body.
of glory humility and your lips will be stiffened loosely mobile,
struck in waves by the stillness of solid water that flows fixedly,
journey galactic earthly sun manifestly hidden of our first love,
to the immortal ephemeral cult of our living statue in soft stone!
to the wink of an eternal kiss that lasts an eternity of a second,
the shore of chipped thought tumbles me upward climbing into the tall abyss,
the dawns of labored idleness overshadow me with their opaque light,
ghost of fulfilled unfulfillment in the full emptiness of our glory!
Thanatos granted him a morbid dream in overdrive
the grim reaper at first in the distance of slumber
quietly wielded a blunt axe in dendritic surprise
as if to prolong agony and awakening of the slaughter
both victim and perpetrator of his unwilling demise
he did not put up much of a fight or resistance
knowing full well that meaning might come on arousal
in the shadows maybe but still coherent and lucidly clear
it was not unpleasant no anger fear nor resentment
more nonplussed and startling in surrender and disguise
the end is near he conceded in rational anticipation
the only question being which final conclusion to make
By Sashi. Prabhu(zeauoxian) 1/3/2012.
Often, I glimpse from my roof top garden, leftward,
From the sedentary swing but I know the descent of woodpeckers have soared.
From the vertical column sans a crown of leaves of rotted dead wood,
Once, which was in its own right a magnificent coconut tree where it stood.
Freshness, splendor, Vitality and flexibility of a live tree all depleted and gone,
T’was a pertinent choice for the woodpecker mates to build a home foregone.
Abundantly birdies flock, Pigeons, robins, mynahs, hornbills, cranes and parrots,
On the evergreen nearby tamarind tree, but the woodpeckers my eyes ferrets.
From that eventful day my eyes they set upon,
Their wood pecking bills would on the bark sculpt and impinge on.
A homely hole to drill,
Their head moving rhythmically and looks like a cap with red frill.
Twenty five days back they first arrived I lucidly recollect,
Ten days, a pair of hatched altricial chicks, mates from adversaries’ have to protect.
One morn had me glancing to the oval cavital hole on the bark,
And feasted my eyes on feeding chicks being readied, their lives to embark.
Blissful and content , I recollect now I sat a bit longer to observe and discern,
Glorious hues, auger bill, cap with red frills, of the peckers as they take their unambiguous turns.
To zip across like beige, buttery yellow plumaged darts across the lush foliage all green,
Within, watchable bounds to fetch, insects, worms and saps as nutriment routine.
The chicks I saw they peek out of the shielded barky holes with awe,
Strength it seems to me have filled their wings bill and sharpened claw.
Now I wonder if I can listen to the joyous feminine “chrr”
and the shrill masculine “kwirr”.
As the young chick in the hole frolicking, giving it a try to fly,
Away in the wide world after saying a good bye onto the sky very high…………
Now the mates without emotions, kerfuffle and ado,
To each other, their home and their prying neighbour me have bid “adieu”.
Often, I glimpse from my roof top garden, leftward,
From the sedentary swing but I know the descent of woodpeckers have soared
11/8/21
Such things could not easily be duplicated
Let the truth be illuminated
Too sedated
Super faded
At times I hallucinated
And often ruminated
Woke up the next day feeling terrible or rejuvenated
And recuperated
Ready to do it all again a true statement
Another eye got enucleated
The moon going through lunar phases
In the background the music faded
Another thing seen predictably or a mystery soon awaited
Meanwhile always those who hated
And continue making comments and stupid faces
You don't know the half
Yet you're so quick to judge and laugh
It's still the same old typical crap
In the light of day or when it's pitch black
Still drunk and so high
Paying all this B.S. no mind
During high and low tide
Close and far from road signs
For now it's go time
All along the coast line
As the wind blows by
Done lucidly
Speaking truthfully
Usually
I would partake in the foolery
Faced a lot of scrutiny
Folks caught up on being a pillar of the community
Others in a state of lunacy
Another step closer to a eulogy
In a world full of cruelty
Much of it carried out brutally
The rest of it done dutifully
And beautifully
For a long time I stood neutrally
It's all no longer of use to me
There's soon to be a mutiny
For ill will or equal opportunity