Long Self conscious Poems
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REVELATIONS
exploration
a
gateway
to tomorrow's
discovery
&
with
face-to-face
encounters
confidence
to display
a melting
point
of
peace
so
profound
warm
words
invading
thoughts
in torrents
identified
&
embraced
& with
thought
processes
realised
tracing
things back
through
the written
word
recited
tellingly
self-conscious
a source
of sincere
delight
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
True love was once a distant fantasy
An affection based on a fallacy
A theme for movies and stories
A thirst for the rejected and lonely
A self-conscious boy, I lived
A vicious world around me, I believed
Who has time to love?
When there are only moments to survive
Time for myself, is time I scrambled
Words for myself, are words I mumbled
But discovered time is never enough and words can lie
When I saw a glimpse of myself in a girls eyes
One hello, one phone call, one snack
I felt a hungry emptiness inside
One hug, one long call, one stroll in the park
Then came a longing I couldn’t hide
Our common tastes gave me a thrill
Our conflicting views made me real
I opened up and knew myself more
And when she did, I began to adore
That which was distant, was as close as an instant
That which was a fallacy, was truer than a romance
My first love was like a birds first flight out of a lonely nest
The thrill transcending fright, as I aimed for the crest
In my arms was a centre of my attention
I grip that could not be loosened by any lubrication
She turned a fantasy into this reality I have
I learnt a new side of me with my first love
Live love lavish with wisdom well,
Apt art arrives to set the stage;
Voice can vanish no more to tell,
Ink stains derive self-conscious age;
Sweet secrets sum what beauty frames,
Health holds happy with fancy free.
Light now becomes a solemn game,
Odd lineage sees poise dance cheery;
Vet touchy feel in sacred space,
Embrace the way of stillness plain.
Look how joy thrills that hollow face,
Enjoy each day the pulse of gain;
Appoint the cast where thought funds feel,
Pleasure at last can sync with will,
Surprise moves fast love's vivid thrill.
Leon Enriquez
11 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
Butterflies are a magical magentic wonder of our world's skies
In many ways they are not dissimilar to us coming in all different colours categories configurations and size.
Butterflies can't see their own wings they never know their outer beauty or no how truly beautiful they are
But everyone else can see them and can admire their breathtaking beauty a comparison not too far
To our human nature
Such a delicacy and in the same instance there fluttering features so delicate
Fragile to the core yet they dance with such fierce verocity truly supereminent,
No fear as they dart from side to side busy fulfilling their fluttering butterfly duties,
Such pure souls can't stay here for too long 15 to 29 days for these beauties,
Is this why they flutter by so quickly gliding with urgency through the skies
Because there is so much to do and such little time to do it before their demise.
I wonder if they contemplate their destined fate
Not taking a single second for granted keeping them constantly fluttering by their due date.
Sounds splendid not knowing how disgustingly dazzling you truly are,
Not having that self conscious hang up based on appearance would be bizarre
You simply exist with heavenly peace, mental tranquility sounds like beautiful bliss.
Spending days fluttering amongst floral incenses the aroma a sweet treat
Birds soar high above bouncing from branch to branch of the tall trees as they tweet
Nature's colour palette is so bright from the dainty petals of the wandering wildflowers
As I dash from flower to flower full of pure joyful glee fluttering tumbling swooping and soaring
I could dance for hours with other insects like a buzzy bumbling bee
I'm a beautiful butterfly you see, now you can see me in all my beauty and glory,
And it doesn't really bother me I'm content not seeing my wings they are there so I can fly mainly
So I'm as content as can be, just being a beautiful butterfly fluttering away as I pass thee.
I am naturally friendly, or so I’ve been told
But that feels like bragging, exceedingly bold
A bit embarrassing, I tell you no lie
To tell you the truth, I’m naturally shy
When meeting new people I tend to clam up
So I smile and I nod and sip from my cup
Don’t know how to act or know what to say
I most honestly wish it wasn’t this way
An abundance of confidence I obviously lack
But I quietly listen and try to keep track
Then I’m able to answer, if questions arise,
as long as I don’t have to look in their eyes
It’s hard accept when a compliment’s made
I blush and I mumble on hearing what’s said
Hoping and praying they don’t find me rude
While feeling self conscious it also feels good
I could always go on and tell you some more.
But I won’t, you know, for I don’t want to bore
Well, there you have it, now do you see?
That natural shyness comes naturally to me
She felt my thirst.
Grabbing my legs lifting me in the air.
I had no idea what was about to happen.
The plastic removed from my face, the breath of life.
I felt comfort in her hands.
The places that were cold were no longer.
I've never felt a warmth like the one she provided.
The softness of her hands.
The way I sunk into her eyes.
For the first time I felt special.
Like my voice could finally be heard.
My thirst forever quenched.
Head driven first into a glass of milk.
I drunk until my head swelled.
Her hand never leaving my side.
Although I drunk my body remained slim.
No matter how self conscious I felt she reassured she would always smile.
I swirled in emotion, an eternal need that would forever be purpose
He felt self conscious, insecure,
Inadequate and most unsure.
He looked upon the night with dread,
For he was unadept in bed.
He thought it all was in his pants,
And feared he could not do the dance;
And then he saw it on T.V.,
With insane grin they touted "V".
It would make him a super man,
And she would be his biggest fan.
So off he went to the pharmacy,
To buy a box, or maybe three.
He popped a pill and to his surprise.
It grew before his very eyes;
So he took another just for fun,
He over dosed and was undone.
The paramedics laughed out loud,
When they saw how he was endowed.
He was too big for his britches,
And it left them all in stitches.
"My God!" the doctor said entranced,
It looks just like a big egg plant.
We're gonna have to drain that thing,
So hang on tight it's gonna sting.
Our hero learned his lesson well,
Though he had to go through Hell.
Though some think the stuff is grand,
Viagra does not make the man.
(the person depicted above is fictional and any similarities to real persons living or dead is unintentional)
In dancing, as experienced by my eyes,
I see figures of beauty and of grace,
in steps, choreographed or improvised,
moving rhythmically through space;
but, as I see others, I become aware
that others may set eyes on me as well,
another circumstance, altogether,
as they see a homely man without hair,
not an Arthur Murray clientele,
and much heavier than a feather.
Yet, by replacing sight with other senses,
I find it was my eyes that did impede,
with self-conscious, self-constructed fences,
but now, my joyous spirit has been freed,
and I can connect, engage, and hear,
as my body, merges with the sound
of the rhythm and the melody,
and my feet, my heart, my soul, my ear,
lose themselves as I twirl madly round -
thankful that I can no longer see.
lies deeply in thy self conscious thought
that one's thinking could control
the souls matter allowing one's self
to be opened purely for the purpose
of being here thus not being judged
the excitement for another being
to yearn the pleasure of your passion
to be absorbed in a place that can't fit
your heart and mine so crowded thinking
crowded beliefs infatuates the soul
without touching how than do we
destroy the living environment of one's self
how than do we leave lessons unlearned
and at the same time be defeated
by the envy to know someone else's soul
herein the way we live the way we love
shall capture a none existing immortally
of terror a soul so blatantly covered in desire
and pain all of who we are comes before
the knowledge of Moses if we allow
one of us to have the word and freely
so unselfishly speak it
When Yang-strong Egos
like a great FirstWorld nation,
or an ecologically robust multiculturing community,
or a theologically resilient
good faith
polypathic sacred communion,
or a democratically healthy
cooperatively owned
and polyculturally managed corporation,
regenerately restore DNA-structured 8-fold universes
transubstantiating fertile infinity
slowly becomes resonantly wealthy,
Then Earth's nutritional YinFlow stage-theories
reiterate polypathic cognitive integrity
of original paradigmatic ZeroZone reweaving
for regenerating healthy blood within as wealthy words without,
yin as robustly effluent yang
RightSoul as LeftNature
convexly re-associating secular investments re-invite sacred natural history
inducting teachers and preachers, yet often deductively homeless
bicameral Right, lonely, seeing inter-relating ZeroSouls
concavely sacred eco-powering Ego's potential belonging
among reweaving ancient childhood companions,
cognitive re-creating co-operating bilateral images
re-connecting thoughts with WiseElder animistic voices
composed of memory's healthy v pathological
trusted v violating
homeless ZeroZone feelings
emerging from long lost, graciously laughing
singing
dancing
being
doing WiseElder choices
ReLearning non-sectarian life
as resilient journey
reconnecting sacred love's non-violent bottom-line standards
inviting eternal homeless fluid moments
infinite ultra-nonviolet
in-between Ego's self-conscious TaoTime
co-arising lonely co-incident identities
co-empathic
co-present
Yet mutually blind without emotive belonging,
post-millennial WinWin experience
inside/outside
sacred v secular bilaterally lonely
divine nurture v human nature, voiceless faith
in EarthTribe's not not thriving grace.