Thanatos granted him a morbid dream in overdrive
the grim reaper at first in the distance of slumber
quietly wielded a blunt axe in dendritic surprise
as if to prolong agony and awakening of the slaughter
both victim and perpetrator of his unwilling demise
he did not put up much of a fight or resistance
knowing full well that meaning might come on arousal
in the shadows maybe but still coherent and lucidly clear
it was not unpleasant no anger fear nor resentment
more nonplussed and startling in surrender and disguise
the end is near he conceded in rational anticipation
the only question being which final conclusion to make
Blinks of teary-filled eyes see on at a diplegic self
yet mindful transparency is willing me back
Back to my body as sinful warning zones
alarming have deluged my mind
Seized are my winks , my signals , codes in tact
I deemed the eye of imagination unkind
The intruder remains faceless knowing anon
I’m entrusted to an astral body and its danger
Spiritual warnings of facultas cognoscitive,
Descartes’ existence of corporeal self, even stranger
I am conscious and sure these be blessings
Or maybe an unconscious of the intueoritive
and what I immediately perceived were passion’s messing’s
with the right amount of awareness to shift
Senses much livelier and much more clear,
lucidly leaving the "physical world" adrift
Diplegic with a clarity of intelligo of an unhinging fear
Practiced, I am using my symbols with inner sight
and a poetic aptitude, my mindset re-sets a dream
A vision appears to me, it appears to be my hand
penning quickly, a dream within a dream, I re-write
the script and scenes which aren't what they seem
LIVING LIFE LOOSELY, I CHOOSE TO DREAM MY DREAMS LUCIDLY
LIVING LIFE LIKE ME IS DREARY WOE IS ME.
LIVING LIFE IN A DREAM, I'VE NEVER FELT SO FREE .
LIVING LIFE IN REALITY, SLEEPING SOLACES ME.
LIVING LIFE IN A DREAM TRANSLUCENT, HAPPY, AND GLITTERY.
NOW I SLEEP PEACEFULLY BECAUSE I'LL STAY FOR ETERNITY. - Maleeeon
11/14/23
5:34 PM
Christians speak of Original Sin and
Buddhists of Primordial Ignorance
obscuring our Original Nature -
primordially pure, radiantly clear, lucidly awake.
My body and my mind know nothing
of this nature,
since their habits are otherwise,
without the blessing of lineage to point out
there is something more than sin and ignorance,
something those two continually defile and ignore.
My body and mind are ignorant,
but that’s just the illusion they prefer.
My job is to train them otherwise.
(10/22/2021, originally published in my 5th book of poems and stories, EXTRACTING THE ESSENCE, 2021)
Moonflower with white trumpet-shaped bloom
Dewy emerald leaves surround in nights gloom.
Cased in rich soil beneath a quarter moon.
Planted vines loosely knit—by my bedroom they sit.
Sweet fragrance they emit— to incense I submit.
Stunning tropic morning glories amaze
Sunlight and moonlight upon them gaze.
Phantasmic nightlamps in jade landscape haze.
Night’s primrose, moonglow calls—unveiling enthralls.
Dangling shadowy shawls— glistening waterfalls
Flowery white faint lavender tones loom.
Oh sleepy Moon by day lucidly lit,
Behold twilight’s glimmer on garden’s walls:
Gibbous Moon’s gleam suspending in a daze.
The Siren often sings to me
A mournful gypsy sound
Her beauty is a melody
Of riches that abound
She sings of love and lucidly
Her language is a thrill
To make our modest misery
A mansion on a hill
The colors of a tree comply
Before the Fall is fled
To justify the reason why
The leaves are turning red
Oh Siren, daughter of the sea
Thy song, a lover’s kiss
Thy slaughter is the ecstasy
Of every sad remiss
So many men are dreaming still
The fortune of their lies
They cannot fill the raging will
That feeds on their demise
Oh Siren, stir, the magic cure
That means your love is free
And please be sure, that your allure
Is peaceful after me.
I invented something quite peculiar
Last night
In my lucid dream
My neo commanded my allo-cortex
To prepare allusions to be downloaded
Upon returning to my physical presence
Caught in middle-sleep, guardians of satan
Were mocking the death and resurrection
Of Jesus Christ, shouting and laughingly
Pronouncing God The Father and Jesus
The Son as "the two lunatics"
Every direction I faced, the 'alien race'
Of towering blondes blocked my escape
Knowing I had lucidly dreamt a downloadable
File to be recovered once awake, I summarily
Accomplished this by attaching a small device
To the frontal-lobe side of my skull and
Activated the sensory-absorbing module
Instantly slipping back into my lucid dream
Allowing edits to be re-programmed
I was able to disrupt the satanic bonds
Holding me captive and cast out the
Demons that possessed me
Declaring the Lord Jesus Christ as my
Savior and Ruler of the Light that shall
Set man free!
Once again returning to my physical realm
I was even more determined to
Spread
His
Love
Upon
The World!
04.16.22
High and lucidly etched, a raptor,
feathers flickering in sunlight,
a thing carved,
branded in a window of space,
an osprey.
It plunges, strikes with clutching talons.
There on the face of the water
it seems to cleave
its own swooping shadow.
Then up it mounts the sky once more;
a shimmering fish
looks back at its last swim.
After a quite long time
Leaning on dad's shoulder warm
Like a newly speaking child
Babbling trivial stories wildly
Showing my poetry on soup's first book
Sharing the biscuit ice-cream I cooked
Asking him to review the paintings I've drawn
And complaining badly about the relatives gone
Ravished by his sudden arrival
I saw a gleam of hope in survival
When I was lucidly expounding the episodes
All he did was Laughing out loud
" Hey, kutti, Do you think I've been faraway?
Don't you know I can't go anywhere away?
I am still here watching all the happenings
Now, come, just relax and speak to me"
Uttered he, subtly in my dream
The warmth, the caress, the secured feel
Made me feel the plot so real and surreal
Oh! How I wish the dream not to end!
Feb 10 2022
They want me to speak now you’re gone.
Find some kind of peace, something to hold on.
They want me to talk about you, the love you gave…
But I just cannot do.
You only gave me fear.
You only gave me tears.
If love for you is me a slave, love must be what you made.
I’m broken and hollow without you but at least now you’re gone fear isn’t living here too.
I can’t say the words they want me to say.
I can’t feel love when for years you treated me your way.
The drinking that led to the bruises and blood.
The silence of being locked alone in a back room.
The insults you were happy to give.
The pain you dispensed so lucidly.
Now that you’ve died and gone away.
I find myself looking at you this day.
I hope that where you are now.
You realize what you did in breaking me down.
I can’t sleep without help.
I can’t weep for myself.
I can’t sing or dance anymore.
You took so much for yourself and broke something that I can’t restore.
Spookily Bookily
Dramatic apogee
Edgar A. Poe's verses
Death from curses
Quite artistically
characteristically
His poems were renowned
to be profound
Gloomily Doomily
So methodically
he wrote of never more
and sweet Lenore
Poe was positively
Imaginatively
authoring horrid themes
to dire extremes
Foolishly Ghoulishly
Did Poe write lucidly
Now dearly departed
Tell Tale Hearted
Poems were tactical
Anticlimactical
He wrote of misery
and mystery
January 9th, 2021
Double Dactyl Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
A high silhouette,
lucidly etched, a raptor,
feathers flickering in sunlight,
a thing carved
and branded in a window of space,
an osprey.
It plunges, strikes the filmy dazzle
a bristle of talons,
and there on the face of the water
it cleaves its own swooping shadow.
Then it mounts the sky once more;
a shimmering fish
looks back
at its last swim.
Look back not long ago
A layer of life at my lowest of lows
A leader with lava in my lungs
Who spoke loudly but lacked legitimacy, leaping and laboring so living for my loved ones was lucidly luxurious
But looking lower under layers of love we find a lurid labyrinth of lies and lascivious lore
A level no man should linger
These latent lifestyles loomed longer and led to the landslide that leveled lives
Liberated truth lashed ligaments
The loss of my left hand man and nearly losing the love of my life
Leaking and lamenting the pain I have lured, the litter that no luck can lift
A loss of luster
Lust burns in true light
These lacerations will last a lifetime like the legend of my lies
Loyalty and love is law
A lesson learned in loneliness and longevity
Angie’s blind eyes wander aimlessly in their sockets,
one white as the belly of a snake, the other a pointless blue.
She has one dress she wears every day, and a cane that is
without tip and has lost most of its red paint.
In the building she has memorized even the pale illusions
well enough to scoot about without hesitation.
She likes no one.
She likes me.
Thinks she is JFK, talks of herself quite lucidly and with
deadly accurateness.
Found herself a spirit-lover, asked me to perform a
marriage ceremony for them. It’s a sad
life with no one in it, although that does not apply to me,
who loves my self-imposed isolationism beyond reason.
I find a pretty stone broach, a stuffed teddy bear holding a
red satin heart that says, “I love you…” and a doll with
ribbons in its hair - these were her dowry.
I say the words over my open Bible, inviting blasphemy
to call out my name.
Now, she has become a Velcro-shadow.
When I am ill her zeal to cure me is fanaticism incarnate.
Foolish woman, I - who chose her own path to trod,
but along the way tripped over a crippled bird that is sure
to peck her to death.
The moon whispers upon its crest
the night is somber and finally rest
I watch the stars speckle the sky
and count them till my eyes are dry.
The wind calms the creature's sleep
cool, wild, and endlessly deep
Could a night like this exist
without the moon's glow and kiss.
Awed in silence, here I am
lucidly dreaming in R.E.M
Nov 5,2018
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