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the unconscious
a source of images&actions
in disguise&gestures
with slips of tongue
interpreted
with
simile&metaphor
of
libidinal desire
listening
to the unsound
made loud
opened
out of view
id&ego
expanded
frustrated freed
impulses exposed
as
universal symbols
from
the repository of memory
the fiction
of dream&myth
transitioned
into the realm
of reality
INSIGHTS
a delight to mediate
on green pasture
beside
quiet waters
on a profound
presence
pivotal patterns
rich
emblematic repetitive
to stimulate&arouse
the intellect
delight the muse
to pen
fetters freed
constraints&traits
enigmas &illusions
magnified
made
manifest
again
O Camelot! O Camelot!
The winds have changed, the land got hot!
Though dromedaries are quite neat,
A bactrian's hard to unseat,
And so the knights still joust a lot.
At banquet feasts, the men are found,
And like the table, they are round.
The reason they are heavy-set:
Girls now see knighthood as a threat;
Who lives life chaste and honor-bound?
Sir Galahad, a handsy lad;
His boasting made the maidens mad.
Now saddled with the cursed #metoo,
Chivalrous days of riding through,
He gardens, in his armor clad.
And then there is Sir Lancelot
Sad, as he aged, he weirder got.
Exchanging quests for lowly toils,
He traveled far just lancing boils,
Relieving pustulence and rot.
And Arthur lost what he held dear:
His lovely bride, his Guinevere
The evil witch, Morgana Fay
Transitioned her without her say,
And as a knight she does appear.
O Camelot! I just cannot
Believe the damage time has wrought.
And now the lady of the lake:
A charlatan, a fraud, a fake!
Ran off with Merlin, on his yacht.
REVOLUTION OF THE MIND
visionary
&surprising
a phenomena
transitioned
to the threshold
in remnants
of atmosphere
glimpsed
simultaneously
within
reach
unfettered
unconscious
a concept
deranged
yet bound up
& peripheral
doubt
coexists
devoted
chaste
yet unleashed
induced
to disturb
&reproduce
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
As always, you are truly right
The world has lost sight
Of what truly matters—
Genuine human connection, kindness..
Indeed, we've all become disconnected
From not only each other but nature itself.
Like a shadow cast upon a wet painting
The future is losing, present gaining.
I noticed, the race is always on
It's not where we stumble, but where we're bound.
I've seen the straw, her flare is gone
Her words, once solace, now a machine gun.
As you wisely imparted
Look not where you fall, but where you tripped
My ship was wrecked, my heart was stripped
Stripped of true emotions, left with hate.
True —time, like the tide, waits for none
In mere months after you're gone, I've transitioned
The man you foresaw, weathering storms
Now glimpses the shore, a new future reborn.
I'm not the kind of man that common consideration would consider
I consider what to follow and consider myself a leader
I have tickled few fancies and caught eyes just as few
Of vast worlds I have slightly known, but I could be that small world they never knew
I am developed and not just conditioned
I have changed and not just transitioned
Christ in my heart guides and transcends
Leading me away from swaying trends
Therefore I am a man among men
Though I could be a man like other men
Christ alone is my chaperon
In every road I take on
I would love to claim to be the best but I'm just me
The best and only me you'll ever see
I therefore am content and I don't contend
For I comprehend that my cause awaits me to attend
The season person comes around for a time and then has to leave
It’s not personal, so don’t take the absence as something done lightly or with ease
The season person just can’t stay forever, as it is time to sail
Because there are so many people living with anger, agony, sadness and despair
People ask about the season person, to see how they are doing as they rarely ask for help
At times they have a wide variety of skills, you could label as an apprentice or a temp
There to help those whose mind are in critical condition
Often times, put in multiple devastating life-scenarios to relate to the mind to know how it was formed and transitioned
The season person, is not for the faint hearted
As they often revisit what kept them in so much darkness
As they are often pulling others out and learning where it all began, where it all started
Realizing why others became so lost, so confused and so guarded
If they are not careful, their own darkness can latch on to them again, it can swallow them up over and over
Making their life like a pendulum swing motion and remaining alone as they need time to recover
You may never hear from the seasonal person again
As they learn more and experience more, they are forced to level up and energy can become more intense
Believe me when I say they will always care about you
And you will always have a place in their hearts and can always reach out if you are feeling a little blue
Parts of me lay scattered around now
Wailing and misery from the nursing home
A cup of ice water
Maybe a spoon of ice cream
My only attempt to sooth her
Nights uninterrupted seem
Like a spaceship entering another realm
Rushing to the phone
Pleading for relief
Frantic, I call for the night nurse
Calling back in 30mn praying for
A calm voice
My day planned to scour groceries
And deli's
Hoping for the perfect creation
Or taste she craves
Updates from her care team
Always the same hated word
Declining
My girls secretly know
A picture of my grandchildren
Brings a smile to the corners
Of her mouth
My car knows the short drive to her
A fast-entry spot awaits
Peaking at her daily letters to dad
18 years, everyday the same first line
"My darling, I love you, I miss you
Please bring me home"
A dozen journals, now stacked
By my bed
The quiet of the night drones on
Your home now Mom
And forever in my heart
"Hold a place for me mom"......
06/12/24
2:08 am
Mom transitioned 06/05/24
Life changed, faces changed climate changed and surroundings changed.
Seemed like I transitioned too, but apparently it wasn't so true.
Deep inside, I still wanted the same things,
to the core I was manipulated by the very strings.
From outside I was another version,
but somewhere I knew it was only a diversion.
Along the road, waiting when my heart says to stop,
blur out everything but you, edit your life and crop.
One day, I did hear a feeble sound,
long gone ray of light was again found.
Starting then, it was me against me,
since then it hasn't stopped, made me free.
As the strong winds pull me back,
my heart's timid voice pushes me forward on the track.
Won't ever let this voice fade out,
for this is the thing I can't live without.
Every hum
How sweet
Rhythm the sound
Franklyn Greene the man
Had his own demand
Lived to proof
Enthused
True Sportsmen
Solid foundation
Hourglass timed out
Whispers from the distance
Distances far and close
Yesterday’s past
Tomorrow’s everlasting
The one day came
Followed by soar
Beyond the eyes of the world
Descended and transitioned
I will always remember
Encouragement gained
Honor in the Blakie call
Embrace from Brotherly to Brotherly
Heart driven with every beat
Every talk was a treat
Every joke had a laugh
Peace, Comfort and Tranquility
Thank you for your friendship
This is not goodbye, but until we meet again
Blakie waves
I promise I will behave
Blakie out
It was this world’s most popular word people use for a fancy trip they take “Travel”
My definition was a mile’s journey taken from one place to another in life
I moved from painful events as I transitioned into all sorts of places
My happy ones filled with flowers
My sad ones filled with anxiety and depression making this journey all worth it like four seasons as each one has its beautiful definition
I used the travel word as I verbally went through counselling to align my soul with my body, mind and spirit and crossed over the road less travelled
Many people travel using different travel mediums such as cars, busses, planes, boats and the likes
With me, it is always different and blossoming
Nothing like what others use to be transported to their destinations
With me, my travels are always my life experiences
I had variations without even thinking about my own moods, but as a writer
I needed to know just when to double my final consonant and when I should not
I deviated from my practice only when I used this word “Travel” no matter my stress pattern as my final consonant doubled
With this word came determining factors of places, memories and friends I made along this journey
Poet
Masego Nkuna