Long Waking Poems
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Imagine getting sick of thinking what if.
Imagine getting sick of not believing in thyself.
Imagine waking up every morning with a goal and a plan.
Selah.
You work toward your goal vehemently.
And that plan you can always modify,
but from it you never relent.
Selah.
God blew His breath, which imbued in every crevice
Until our metaphysics lit up.
He made us in his image and to Him limits are nothing but devilish gimmicks.
Alas, then why would you ever accept such sophistry as limits?
Selah.
Imagine what you would have.
Imagine where you could be.
But most importantly, imagine who you would become.
Selah
the human experience
defined by three states
waking, dreaming, deep sleep
compels us to navigate
nuances of each realm
hemmed in my our mind
enslaved by senses five
pristine soul yearns for freedom
but captive to hypnosis
demonised by darkness
ego entity here manifest
is merely a thought form
yet has hijacked soul’s attention
enmeshing us in illusions
of dark fears and desires
the fluid matrix taunts us
a Frankenstein we birthed
yet in vibrant silence we are free
sans thought we’re awake
in all three states of being
awareness dehypnotised
wherein we are unfettered
innate aliveness termed as Turiya
recognised by full freedom
is the light of our true Self
Is your cloth properly ironed?
Today the day was not good you must be tired.
I made something special for you once have a look,
And surely it's the brightest chapter of the life which is vast book.
I hope you guessed it who I am talking about ,
The selfless bond who never doubts.
But what if one day you lost her and now you have do all alone?
Your childish innocence is all gone.
The tasks which your mumma did with ease,
That when you do, is a thing which tease.
You cry,you get lonely wipe your own tears,
Trying to find the shield that protected you from all fears.
From waking up to getting uniform pressed,
Now it becomes your own responsibility to be properly dressed.
You get depressed with people's harsh replies,
Trying to find your mother in the skies.
Stay blessed if you didn't experienced so,
Because those who get into this situation let their childhood go.
Hug,adore,love endlessly to the one who protects you even after getting all the pain,
Because mine went to the hospital and.... never came back again.
I'll bid by time
Telling myself we'd grow old together
And that given just the right amount of time
We'd be inseparable & we will die together
I've loved you from my younger days
When I had all my life ahead of me
But even then I was eager to change my ways
Cause I wanted you for me
I've loved you from my mid twenties
When I was just another boy with a dream
Now we in our eighties
And I've achieved more than I could dream
For most of my dreams are my reality
One being waking up next to you
Been by your side for most of eternity
Always here to cherish and love you
I was sure I'd marry you
A befitting wedding for a queen
Cause I wanted it to mean something to you
Of how I can't put a number to what you mean to me
I bought my first house at that groove
Named the whole street after you
And made it grand like the Louvre
Cause in it houses my most important piece, that's you
Gave my life everyday for you
Worked hard for every sun
And every night I was there with you
Cause we'd make moments quiet fun
I've been through alot with you
Almost thought that we won't last
But I never for one day gave up on you
Cause for me you were always my first
My first woman that love felt right
The one who made me to the man I am
The one whom we've fought a good fight
Saddled up on my right arm
And even in our last days of this earth
All alone cause our kids have left the nest
I'd still want to walk with you on the path
Of love cause all the years we've shared, have been the best
The PO£T
Her face pops up on the screen and she stared directly at me looking into her dream and, as the verdict is read, she grips tightly to her symbolic bed.
Her eyes were motionless, her lips speechless and her body is relaxed and from the looks on her face, she was begging for mercy. There was nothing on her face that express remorse for such a vicious deed but the evidence revealed that the judge has given her a bad deal; life sentence.
Her face looks beautiful and strong carrying a heavy conviction in her hand, but she still held on to her truth that she did not murder any of those youth.
She has been called many names that could drive the whole world insane from a crocodile gallivanting on the aisle, a murderer spinning dice and a serial killer that has paid a painful sacrifice. They call her a baby killer and a cold and relentless murderer.
Sometimes you can match a face with a crime but this one look overtly divine. The angelic look on her face tells a different story of someone that is longing for a date. She was aiming for glory and got side tracked on the way appeasing her ego and displeasing the super-ego but when you read in-between the lines you can see the sanctuary dangling over her head and the crucifix lying in her bed.
I could not help but weep when I see young woman succumbed to her feet waking with bloods on her hand and polluting the whole of England a young woman with a pretty face has stunned the human race.
Was it scientific research that gone bad or was it Dr. Mengele 1930 experimental blog? Mengele human genetic research uses twins to study the hereditary basis of diseases.
At Auschwitz, he collected hundreds of pairs of twins from among the Jews and split the in two for his experimental data to come through. He records the twins’ bodies drew large amounts of blood from them and sometimes performed painful procedures on them.
There is a similar contrast here. They say that she injects air into the bloodstream, the stomach, overfed them with milk, assault them physically and poison them with insulin oh what cruelty?
Dr. Mengele or Nurse Letby destiny will decide, it looks like a research that has gone bad covered by an umbrella to make the boss looked glad but at the end it made everyone sad. Faces can be deceiving.
("And Dream of Sheep". 2018, original encaustic)
In The Morning
In the morning
As I start to go about the day
I’m reminded of little things
From the night before.
There in my dreams
Whole worlds exist
Parallel and populated
By the contents of my mind.
And it’s not like I need
To make the contents any more conscious
Since they remain in my mind
Fundamental building blocks of reality.
And so they exist parallel
Fleetingly glimpsed
Fondly felt
Somehow more and less real than here and now.
The difference as far as I can see
Is the whole dream world exists only as a now
While my waking world
Gives me relationships that are build in time.
And these relationships
Be they of people, place or thing
Are what make life rewarding
Held in place by our consciousness.
While meanwhile in the dream
Our unconscious mind continues
To churn and create, digest and dissolve
All the building blocks of reality.
In the morning as I go about the day
There are things to do
Which the veil of consciousness keeps in focus
By keeping the dream at bay.
(9/12/23)
Act V: The Temptation of Power
FIRST PATRICIAN:
The treasury is ripe for subtle hands.
A favor here, a contract there—who sees?
SECOND PATRICIAN:
The Senate nods, the people scarce inquire.
Why shouldst thou not enjoy what fate bestows?
CONSUL MARCELLUS:
Enjoy? Is office now a gilded cup,
To drink from deep and spill upon the poor?
FIRST PATRICIAN:
Thou speak’st as if old Lucilius still lives.
His age is past. The world hath changed its face.
CONSUL MARCELLUS:
Yet virtue changes not, nor truth decays.
Though Lucilius sleeps beneath the stone,
His voice still echoes in my waking soul.
SECOND PATRICIAN:
A voice of dust. The living must prevail.
Wilt thou be ruled by shadows of the dead?
CONSUL MARCELLUS:
Nay, I am ruled by reason, not by ghosts.
But he was more than man—he was the flame
That lit my youth with honor’s sacred fire.
I sat beneath his olive tree and learned
That power is duty, not a feast for pride.
CHORUS:
O noble heart, beset by serpent tongues,
Hold fast the torch thy master placed in hand.
Let not the golden bribe eclipse the sun
Of justice, nor thy soul be bought with praise.
CONSUL MARCELLUS:
I see the path, though thorns may line its edge.
To walk with clean and upright steps is hard,
But easier than bearing guilt’s long chain.
I shall not stain the robe that Rome hath given,
Nor sell my name for fleeting luxury.
FIRST PATRICIAN:
Then thou art lost to dreams and pious lore.
SECOND PATRICIAN:
So be it. Others shall ascend in time.
CONSUL MARCELLUS:
O master, if thy shade can hear my vow,
Know that thy teachings live within my breast.
Though tempters come with honeyed words and gold,
I shall not bend, nor break beneath their weight.
Let Rome be ruled by men who still recall
That greatness lies in serving, not in gain.
CHORUS:
Thus virtue stands, though flatterers depart.
The seed once sown now blossoms in the sun.
And though the sage be dust, his wisdom breathes
In hearts made strong by truth and discipline.
24 PROMISES
Waking up in the arms of fire.
Ashes all around, burning picture frame.
I see nothing, the night is dark as can be.
I look up and see my father crying over me.
At this moment, I'm confused.
"AM I DREAMING!"
"AM I!"
I feel and see the tears falling from his eyes.
Without hearing him talk,
I PANIC ~
~At this moment. I feel my whole world collide~
Trying to talk, he whispers words,
Saying, "It's your mother!"
He mutters, them words I don't want to hear.
"NO DAD DON'T TELL ME!"
"NO DAD DON'T TELL ME!"
My heart drops onto the floor.
One long drop, I can feel everything in me wake up.
My blood is rushing, my bones can't stand still.
These tears, falling from my dad are real.
*I'm not dreaming* ANYMORE!
Without caring to put my shoes on,
I rush into my car and make it to mother's house.
The hours began to drag.
I got to see her lifeless body on the floor,
The paramedics setting her onto a gurney.
I jump on the ambulance,
Yelling at my mother to wake up.
"WAKE UP!"
"WAKE UP!"
She can't hear me,, cause I'm crying.
At this moment, every minute felt like an hour.
**I actually felt eternity, just by holding her hand.**
Arriving at the hospital.
I try to pull myself together.
Now her body is attached to life support.
I'm thinking she will pull through.
She always pulls through.
I closed my eyes, and told God,
I know I don't believe in miracles, nor will I ask for one,
Don't take her today or in that way.
Let her go on her own.
My eyes were close so tight,
God allowed a vision in my mind.
"My mother waiting for me on the other side"
I refused to let them remove her off LIFE SUPPORT.
Leaning over her lifeless body.
I whispered one thing into her ear,
I told her, my son's birthday near.
I told her you never were there for me,
Stay for his birthday, then set yourself free.
Hours, and hours past, she made it the first day.
Another 24 hours past, she stuck around another day.
Another 24 hours past, now it's my son's birthday.
Not another hour past, she decided to go her way.
She left without saying Goodbye...
I cried,
Ever since that day, something inside died.
by;p.d.
Once was a vibrant community but that was yesterday...
Then the Coronavirus came along and took it all away.
Our freedom we took for granted, nor did we live in fear.
But now we are paying the price with everything we hold dear.
Generations are dying and more grieving is yet to come.
How many will be left when this deadly virus is done?
Will we finally learn the lesson and start to slow things down?
Even though Perth is a small City, it feels like a country town.
So take a step back, pause a moment and breathe.
The environment is already cleaner, it's not just about you and me.
Every day is like Sunday so sit back and relax.
Enjoy the precious gift of family, and here's a few facts.
Sundays start with a long sleep in and waking up to bacon, eggs and toast.
And fetching the paper from the front lawn before organising the Sunday roast.
Sundays were all about family and a day we stayed at home.
The shops were never open, so we never went out to roam.
We could stay in our pjs all day long because no one ever cared.
It was Sunday and we relaxed and sometimes went back to bed.
The day was always peaceful, and we valued simple things.
Such as watching the midday movie or sitting on the backyard swings.
We didn't have the internet or distraction of mobile phones.
We would read books, and talk to each other and kept our private matters at home.
So don't look at this as a bad thing it's only a short lockdown.
This is Sunday Every Day and when it's gone you'd wish it back around!
Seeing you in my head isn’t pretty
Time away has burned you
You’re lost in your own world
One that I thought I wanted
Now I see so many fires
I’ve been burned by you
Even though there was something
Something that made us
But now we are no longer us
Just ashes
I’m in love again
She’s so kind
She’s so loving
I’m sure you can’t relate to that
No you can’t
She’s so so much more than you
So much more
I was late to her heart
Mine was scarred
I’ve been needing her
I’ve walked through fire -
To finally reach her
Never regretting that it took so long to hold her
It’s something I could hold onto forever
I didn’t realize all those times earlier
It felt so right
Her and I -
Just flipping words back and forth
Drunk -
in love
Not knowing she placed that -
Cupid arrow in my heart
A slow release love potion
Now she has me under her spell
Waking up -
thinking of her
Wanting to see her
Gotta talk to her
Craving those -
Uh Huh’s!