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Series of scattered suffused sufferings
sprouting from shocks, stress and strain
appearing off and on in agitated brain
sometimes igniting anger
sometimes to lament or repent.
leading to diffused despondency.
reflexing complexity of perplexed mind.
All disarranged disorganised
rather jumbled up creating junk.
How to assemble! ! Totally bewildered, confused.
Juxtaposition in jugglery.
Meaningless thoughts in hazard haphazard manner
get crumpled, entangled, coiled turning surreal
fumbling voice of unimplemented wishes.
Pointless feelings suffocating.
Unfulfilled ambitions grumbling in vain.
Trying to get rid of nuisances.
Peculiar unthinkable happenstances
coming in dreams in streams.
drifting on garage clearance
through nasty nightmare.
May be Freudian slip of subconscious mind
encompassed by smothered sensual feelings.
All fuels are exhausted enfeebling my venture..
In last phase, it's only to ruminate over long past
No energy left to plan for too short future.
Most ridiculous even to think of past achievements,
an those have turned obsolete.
Failure - Success , Love - Betrayal, Happiness - Miseries
are jumbled swinging in juxtaposition.
Like cinders rolled down the mountain spire
And all in our wake set afire
So hot were we like arson fire
So young were we to so aspire
To wield the world with a hearty grip
To twirl our girls with hand on hip
And dance till the night gave us its last
And the dawn awoke like the dead full aghast
Oh, those days we were of sparking thrill
Of the nectar of life we could not drink our fill
Nor sit idly by while the day strummed its song
With subconscious mind, we pranced and sung along
Midst our summer eves we sat neath the trees
Our lady’s head upon our shoulder our hearts asmoulder
And glimmers of a light, from deep soulful sight
We lay our love to rest in red velvet and starlight
For when we wake those hands we'd take
And proffer vain oaths purpose bound to break
For in our youth we knew not truth
Just the thrill of sweet pursuit! Forsooth!
Our nights aplenty with common fruit
And grapes hung low to tease the lusty brute
Oh, such were the days of frolic and frays
We look back on our hosts with silent praise
And thankful old souls that sought lasting goals
True, true love, bridled we gallant foals
And tamed that power in years seeming hours
Picket fences, brick and mortar, lawn and bowers
And oh, the children that seem run for hours
Seeming born with an energy that rival ours
No ball and chain neither, but a winsome maid
Cast down like angels lightly to the glade
Have managed to glean us happy lives
And quench our flames, our happy wives
Happy husbands we’d never knew
From flames of far off yesterday’s view
Dreams and nightmares come and go
I've found something you ought to know
These night terrors can cause distress
Reading below could rid this mess
If you wake due to thrashing around
Tiredness and lethargy will be found
You can control your mind in sleep
Don't worry now , this isn't too deep
Management of subconscious mind
The answer to this I hope you find
Dreams are like a washing machine
When it's working , life is serene
When the machine breaks and overspills
Nightmares play and mayhem shrills
We need to fix this and stop it fast
Or decent sleep is a thing of the past
Common in trauma nightmares are
Disressing thoughts from lands afar
You're not alone this is for sure
Hopefully I can give you the cure
Don't try to analyse whats making you wake
It's only a nightmare for goodness sake
Too you I know its causes alarm
I'm just saying, it can't cause you any harm
It doesn't have to be logical or real
Along as you sleep that's the appeal
Keep this ending on an imaginary shelf
As you sleep it will assist in your health
When you wake If you can remember it
Think of an ending that will benefit
The ending can be anything you like
The nightmare will get on its bike
If this ending does not work
Whatever you do, don't go berserk
Try it again on the next night
Eventually you'll sleep without fright
If you don't remember when you wake
All is not lost use your feelings intake
You wake with fear and sweating hard
Change ending to a picturesque postcard
Keep practicing this changing technique
Then the nightmares will become weak
Persevere and see the light
All I can now, say is "SLEEP TIGHT, GOODNIGHT"
I would, if I could, plant a seed
A spark of joy that love may lead
But cold hearts sing not in chorus
Whispers of soul, they're yet to heed
How may I make your heart porous
Peering through the eye of Horus
I see your soul, as yet asleep
Dormant still, is your heart’s torus
I would, if I could, take the leap
Enter your subconscious mind deep
That our hearts be not asunder
Bliss in permanence, ours to keep
Head over heart, a big blunder
Insentient to bliss thunder
Humming within by day and night
Rapture unbound, divine wonder
I would, if I could, use God's might
To set between us, all things right
But for now, methinks I must wait
Till you garner spherical sight
28-March-2023
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This or That, Vol 17 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
The chaotic storms of mountain. Made winds and valley breezes.
Awakens the soul and wisdom's fountain
So as the words are written the pain seizes.
Eyes grey as the ice of men's heart
Words uttered seem crazy like the island shutter
Soul as deep as the tomb of the arch
Psychotic metaphor in sync with thunder.
Unlike the followed thinkers of past
Who Were intrusted to build the future
Now poets free thinkers those who could save us at last
Are discredited Because the masses are mentally neutered
Ignorance individually applied
And then through treachery
Introduced thru the subconscious mind
To teach a complaicent society into self induced trickery
Enjoy my solitude and fill the void of my voice, my voice
I want to feel unhaunted and taunted by your noise
Oceanic thoughts make me feel numb and alive…
Survive the wilderness of lies and you will arrive
In the conspicuous conscience frame of mind…
Becoming trapped and left far behind…behind…
Silence has made me bleed through
The pages of rue…yeah, embrace me too…
I’m waiting, anticipating whether or not I’ll survive
The storms in my mind’s eye…how am I alive?
I’m praying to embrace my conspicuous conscience…
Hiding and holding on to a subconscious mind of radiance
Tender hope left me feeling down
Drowning in the darkness below
Sea of sorrow, I’m sick of this town
Pain in my brain starts to spin round and round
Somethings lost but never found…found…found…
In the conspicuous conscience frame of mind…
Becoming trapped and left far behind…behind…
Silence has made me bleed through
The pages of rue…yeah, embrace me too…
I’m praying to embrace my conspicuous conscience…
Hiding and holding on to a subconscious mind of radiance —
I need deliverance from the Lord
But, His healing, I cannot afford
Out of the blue,
I’m done with you
Can’t you relieve me of this grief?
I need a reason to believe so I’m withering like a leaf
You left me behind…get out of my head of dread
You hardened my heart of hated, healing progress instead…
Lyrics inspired by these songs and artists:
How Did it Come to This by Lunatica
Sick by Evanescence
Uninvited Guest by Disturbed
The subconscious mind exists behind thought,
where reality isn't always real.
Imbued with skills, imagination wrought:
Faith ventures beyond reason to reveal
impulses: conscious thought cannot conceal.
Curiosity ponders what could be;
contemplating life's what-ifs and maybes.
And sleep creates an actuality,
whereas there is no cancer, no tabes,
no wars, no dying, no starving babies.
Orphaned wishes, tethered to silent screams,
can only come true: if I adopt one.
But dreams are less demanding, so it seems,
like Rumpelstiltskin's gold: straw hopes get spun
into fantasies that outshine the sun.
As sleep sets the stage: the actor in me
plays roles from court jester to Lancelot.
In dreams, I’m invulnerable and free:
slicing my way through life's Gordian knot;
I steal its awe, and yet never get caught.
Dawn hurls a new day in rites of passage;
Awake to new rays with obvious message.
See that ageing face unsmiling serious;
Time sculpts change in place with contours curious.
Sometimes I can see my father staring;
Knowing that truly kindred ties winding.
A sudden grin frames the wrinkles here;
A smile works the same to mirror fond cheer.
So swift the years breezed in a life sanguine;
Lots of laughter squeezed from sojourns between.
The mirror speaks well of change that finds zest;
Subconscious mind dwells on the journey quest.
Feelings find fond surge when noisy thoughts rest;
I feel time converge in joy's healing fest.
Now the mirror speaks as images dash;
Watch how time can peak as moments now flash.
Sleepy, drowsy me now awakening;
What else can I see in this becoming?
Leon Enriquez
15 February 2015
Singapore
SURREAL
When reality is not quite enough
And a tingle goes down the spine
The experience is like never before
Slightly anxious and no longer sure
When one steps just over the line
A sharp focus will battle with fluff
It is all about an odd state of mind
Reference points now are blurred
A strange thing that lifts the reality
And a close cousin of sheer fantasy
Like noises off, that one has heard
Or dazzling lights making one blind
It’s been expressed in modern art
Vivid colours, and no subtle shades
So bizarre, like a night time dream
Sanity can be islands in the stream
To dispel a sense of flashing blades
Cutting a subconscious mind apart
Determining what is real in actuality
Can be difficult in such a mental state
To know what is false and what is true
For an artist, the period might be blue
What inspirational sources may create
To challenge what is considered reality
writing a poem isnt that hard
just write what you feel straight from your heart
all you have to do is sit back and think for a minute
dig around inspiration and grab whats in it
remember the thoughts that swim in your head
and intricately weave them on paper like thread
and with each thought that you write down
remember that feeling is key when emotion is bound
the flow from a poem is like the flow from your heart
conveying emotions and thoughts like a painting in art
if it wills you to do so use instinct instead
let your senses be your guide for the thoughts in your head
you can even reach deeper into your subconscious mind
and write about dreams and visions in time
poetry is a gift that only man can convey
and no other species can express it this way