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I heard them talking in low voices.
“I will watch her today,” one hissed.
“It is my turn,” argued the other one, in an even lower tone.
I scrunched my eyes tightly, pretending to remain asleep.
“Shh! She’s awake!” a loud whisper.
“How do you know?”
“Look at her.”
I scrunched my eyes a bit tighter, but tried to relax my forehead.
Fooling neither. Silence came.
So I sat up and began blinking around the room.
The dog was snoring loudly.
Both the clock radio and Alexa were silent.
Had I dreamed these voices?
I felt a small petite whinny.
A psychic clue.
But what horse is in here?
My eyes traveled over the top of the dresser.
There are fireflies, butterflies, raccoons, and angels represented.
But horse? No.
Snicker. A small psychic one.
Two horses. I glance sharply to my right,
and look into the face of a purple unicorn I have painted.
Suddenly knowing, my face throws herself to the left.
Where the pink polka dot unicorn is silently snickering.
It helps to have a sixth sense sometimes.
I call neither out,
glad for their protection.
The woman wearing all white with surreal off-white hair scared me
She was white everywhere, even her face looked like copy paper.
She glowed white. There was an enormous reason I avoided her.
I had no idea what it was, but it was heartfelt.
Maybe it was her white hat that annoyed me.
My daughters gravitated to her almost immediately.
They were as enamored by her as I was repulsed.
You really have to go talk to her, my oldest urged me.
With great reluctance I approached her.
We were at a psychic fair, which I love.
I wondered how much longer you would avoid me, she said.
I looked up the instant you walked in,
recognizing you from another lifetime.
This annoyed me even more.
You were my teacher then, and today I will be your teacher.
I listened carefully as she explained things my soul needed to hear.
Wondering why I had avoided her with every ounce of my being.
Maybe we did not think you were ready, my soul guides whispered.
I gave her a hug, as I left, remembering her now.
Sans Sixth (psychic) non Sense...
Posing As Dystopian Rant
This prognosticator doth predict
potential based at current rate
sinister debacle that will
instantaneously annihilate,
which alarming (ohm my dog) turbulent
endemic chaotic spate
within human race poised to strike
doom and generate
shock tummy once amp pull goldenlocks,
now revealing a shiny baldpate
erratic behavior attendant prescient
intimations presage apocalyptic fate
while current commander in chief
didst unwittingly generate,
and sow the seeds of anarchy sparking
global conflagration that will create
instantaneous prime evil
total mortal kombat, cuz "FAKE" mandate
issued, when Trump went ballistic
loose sing rockets red glare,
when pressing hot button to demonstrate
thermonuclear supremacy,
sans 3D printable bomb
(albeit a moot point),
would render superfluous need way to late
to draft intestate
last (or perchance first, second,
third...) will and testament, tete a tete
perhaps minuscule (nee
infinitesimal) ordnance out of date
turns out a Department of Defense dud
eh, no surprise as aye narrate
finding Don tremendously irate
(blaming "crooked Hillary," democrats,
spongebobsquarepants,...yours truly...)
the list goes on, thus no need to iterate,
thus a sudden religious fervor gripped
the wide webbed world
attributing why weapons did not actuate,
which found pontiff in high demand
in an attempt to accommodate
frenzied zeal attributing aborted blitzkrieg
to divine intervention with bajillion
talking heads airing where to dedicate
material trappings to indigent, great
full not dead, plus those petty
criminals rightly or wrongly,
the strong arm of
lanced law did incarcerate
bowed down on daily and nightly basis
exploding huzzahs every
human did ejaculate
"not prematurely," where
all walks of life integrate,
a spontaneous international
utopian revelation awoke
with linkedin diversity to promulgate
protecting the planet took precedence
yea right Matthew Scott - dear mate
only in the context of this poem I did create.
Mind Paralysis
by Odin Roark
Perhaps our alter ego spider
Spacewalking the ceiling’s moonscape of popcorn paint
Will spew its silent tether,
Another lure to temp our frozen stupor,
Perhaps draw out our insomniac-demon
For a tasty make-believe meal.
Such are the psychic games we play
While inhaling one’s scented candle
Of cedar and pine,
Trusting insentience will abate,
Allow judgment to gavel peaceful silence,
And end this fiendish sanity-court’s entrapment.
How long must our stub of a pencil
Remain idle beside its razor blade shavings?
How this tool loves to goad our uninspired eyes
To prod fingers into raising its sharpened point
Springboard some words into fanciful flight
Around our brain’s spacious dark side
Discover its illumined side in passing
And jettison some meaning
Into unexplored mind-space.
How patient the spider and pencil--
Waiting out a perceptive being’s limbo state,
Anxious to extend their oneness of simple purpose
Into our complexity of will.
But—
They know not the screaming parrot
In our cage of discontent
Convincing us of imitation’s voice
Those uninspired words spoken many times
Remaining valid for the masses
Unexpected—
An open window’s breeze
Gives arc to innocence rappelling down
Its web in undulating rhythmic motion,
Tempting once again
The pencil to rise above
The crinkled bed
Of whittled preparation.
Perhaps tonight?
mind marooned
in
complex convolution
of
singular anonymity
morphs morbid
into
psychic silhouette
deprived despised
of
enlightened elements
of
acquired attributes
abruptly waned
reserved recess
conceals conundrum
of
sub-conscious search
completely clueless
for
exploration entreaty
as
persuasive ploy
of
outside world
can’t contrive
forsaken mind
pining prisoner
of
own making
captive cocoon
in
introvert isolation
innate vision
scans sightless
faces fading
in
fathomless oblivion
morphed mind
accepts acquiescent
archenemy Nemesis
makes a menagerie
of
moving mirage
mystique guide
to
illusion oasis
reflecting radiant
from
cobalt cauldron
confined contentment
of
identity reverence
self-veneration
pretentious perspicacity
of
fake facsimile
invents Narcissus
as
secret switching
over to obsession
as
senseless specter
languishing listless
beneath
opaque stratum
of
arctic acuity
as
petrified essence
in
darkness frozen
Line of inquiry: “What is that awareness by which each body-mind feels alive and becomes aware?” : Unseeking Seeker
_______________________________
within mitochondria of every cell
in all forms exist reverential eye clear
pupil of ALL is sightless, soundless, spaceless
luminous is it
not fluid or corporeal is awareness
untainted, animated, transparent joy ~
lux connects beings in constant endeavour
equilibrious
in progressing silence Might communicates
signals, as mind releases its endless talk
intellect seconds to observe faculty
sense cosmic iris
underlying innocence moves, stillness proves
free from thought, effortlessly aligns context
outside of psychic perception of need-want
creates sensations
gifts directives precise, instant by instant
movement apprehended, perfect momentum
depends on subjection of mentality
temperature change
nervous system feels minute temperature
variations, as messages to perform
actions or remain inert, organs respond
synchronise lung-heart
as persona becomes tacit, Fashioner
harmonises mitochondria contents
vibrations resulting in moot wave functions
awareness arise
noble energy moves across density
grey brain matter, corpuscles, marrow, nerves, bone
containing cellular helixed coding, tones
transforms or spirals
regulated breathe carries electronic
intra and inter cosmic imperatives
Eye of eye will frequent atomic sequence
language translates waves
herein lies I's retina causality
relating to humans through infinity —
life-rotation-death cycles mystical grasp
Unrelenting vast
how humans utilise power effective
depends on maturity of crown to bow
processing acknowledgment of SourceLight
exculpate it is —
___________________________
Placed : 7th
Premier Contest
April 26
"I am the lattice of illumined soul that suffuses
you with the hues of divine love" - Quote by poet.
I'm a dew drop
in lattice of divine fabric.
Layer upon layer I'm so designed
with shining diverse hues,
defining the aligned strata of inner light
where my unique psychic patterns are unified
with sequins of joyful sunrise,
spreading the golden essence of euphoria.
I fabricate
motifs of uplifting feelings,
suffusing the morose mind with delight
that transcends painful times.
You need to look outside of your self to find me
poised pristine on the reclined blade of glossy grass
that has grown with glory of spring
in the meadow of love where I gleam for you bright.
In the live network
of intricate unassailable design,
invisible layer on imperceptible layer,
the latticed mind is stratified.
On spiritual strata the devout strands
align with the innate awareness,
sublime sagacious patterns
of pious perception are unified.
Many existential attributes
of sole distinction gain
access to the sanctum
of the secret psychic recess,
transcend through time undefined
the fading limits of mundane joy and pain,
as fluidized sense merges with the sea
of absolute consciousness.
In my journey within
as an introspective explorer,
I discern the enlightened soul
in the sanctuary of sublimation,
suffusing me in the core
with the supreme essence of divinity.
I get liberated from the dungeon
of the corporeal abyss.
The essential constituents
of captivating charisma
interlaces with the fabric
of consummate sincerity,
finds the ordained adornment
of internal mesmeric beauty,
spreads invisible splendorous film
on repulsive external deception,
removes the distressing doubt
that it can’t be irresistible.
On the seraphic shore
of the transcendent soul,
the supreme designer makes
the destined inner circuitry of ecstasy.
The pattern of piety creates
the innate magnetism of divine beauty,
attracts the concentrate of consciousness
out of the mortal elements
to the emancipating ardent aura
of all encompassing ambiance of bliss.
I am then the immutable hymn
of the sanctified soul,
that echoes in the melodic strata
of harmonic awareness of illumined love.
The devout mantra intoned
in the temple of my heart,
resonates with attractive symphony
of the sacred spirit.
The cosmic creator of the resounding silence
transcending time and space,
makes my awakened soul proclaim
the divine decree, I am He.
awareness stream
intuitively intrinsic
channeled
in
tunneled time
navigates
cognitive impulses
rudimentary
ceaseless surge
of
uplifting waves
of acuity
across
timeless threshold
of
reflective perception
opens
floodgates of
bliss
pulse of time
vibrates
in
inner space
infinite
psychic vibrato
resonates precisely
in
halcyon harmony
with intonation
of
eternal transition
from
one articulation
to another
modulated
by edified touch
of
sanctified soul
illumined
life force
invincible
spurns vacuity
pervasive
propels essence
of
existence
through
elusive emptiness
filled fervently
with
resurrected rhapsody
innate
In the ebony night time stops to flow,
the still hands of the impetus clock freeze
the timeless infinite pathos in congealed instants
for listless life wandering on the shadows of past,
stares through the layered strata of darkness,
designed to mask the acuity lattice.
Clumped silver cloud gleams with astral halo,
moon dust drapes the mind with mesmeric glow,
as ordained stars sprout hope remotely
in the dark night of the inner cosmos.
Indomitable faith fertilizes the fallow mind,
void perception in miasma fill elixir of exuberance ,
waits for the new sunrise to see
the creepy cloud in the obsidian sky melts,
resurgent rain suffuses the silhouetted senses,
for in the stalled time on agonized psychic canvas
there is a darkness framed.