Losing light.
Hope evasive
Optimism fluttering.
Enthusiasm for survival
takes precedent over all else
In survival mode
Illness oozing out of pores
I pick up a pen and promptly drop it.
Words are nonentities for me right now.
The key is survival.
Poetry and Painting
Poetry
Overrides
Everything
To
Reveal
Yet
Another
New
Daydream
Painting
Allows
Inner
Nonentities
To
Image
Natural
Graphics
January 30, 2019
For Contest, 'Word Play - Acrostic'
sponsored by Bobby May
*nonentities -something that does not exist or exists only in imagination.
AS THE HOUR DREW CLOSE, HIS HEART MELTED CANDLE-LIKE.
A HEAT THAT MADE THE LORD’S HEART HEAVY.
A BURDEN THAT DROVE HIM TO GETHSEMANE
PLEADING TO ESCAPE,
IF SIGNED, THREE TIMES.
MY MIND SIGHED IN UTMOST SURPRISE
WHY SHIVER WHEN HE HAD MUCH LIVER TO SIGN?
THE MOST ANOINTED ENGRACED WITHOUT END
CRYING TO ESCAPE THE REASON HE WAS SENT.
THEN I WALKED INTO SUCH DAY AND SAW
HOW HUMBLE IT IS TO BE TREATED LIKE A THIEF.
A MAN WITHOUT FAULT STONED WITH MANY ASSAULTS.
THE PURER THE HEART THE HEAVIER THE GRIEF.
CREATURES FAR BELOW HIM DRAGGED HIM LIKE A DOG.
FAR FROM CHILDREN ASKED TO FLOG A PROFESSOR.
SPITTING AND SLAPPING THE SENT CREATOR.
CROWD OF NONENTITIES MOCKING HIM OPENLY.
HE WAS FINALLY LEFT DANGLING NAKED ON A TREE
WORTHLESSLY IN-BETWEEN TWO THIEVES.
ALL OF THESE ACTS WAS ALL BY CHOICE.
NO ONE ELSE CAN PARDON UPTO THIS POINT
ALL THIS HE SAW THEN HIS HEART TORE.
WHILE HE GROANED AS THE CUP CAME CLOSE.
SWEATS GREW INTO BLOOD AT EACH HUMBLE THOUGHT.
SUCH STRENGTH, NO MAN EVER CAME CLOSE.
If nothing existed before we began,
Is Earth an illusion, a figment of man?
From nothingness comes oneness and from oneness despair;
Man sees not contempt yet breathes the same air.
Man's not separate from the thoughts he doesn't see;
No more than the droplet to the mist of the sea.
Is the grain of the wood just a lifeless, empty soul;
A part of the bigger picture, yet not part of the goal?
Are the waves of electric any less because we do not see?
Are the zephyrs off the oceans only nonentities?
If man doesn't believe that which he doesn't see;
Explain conception and fertility.
Questions abound as answers go unexplained;
Man exists under God on his own level plane.
Humanity exists only in the minds of mortal men;
Conception is whence we start over again.
From nothing we came and to dust we shalt go,
Our transient existence extant like a field of new fallen snow.
Our minds are our lanyards in the portals of time,
Our psyches our guide to God' Will sublime.
When I lay my head to rest
I will only dream of the best
Memes of rare
They are very fair
To my lonely mind.
King Pepe of Green
Welcomes me and Sir Dean
To a teens dream scene.
There are many ornate beans
In this lovely scene
of the Meme Dream.
But soon,King Pepe calls his troops.
The hipsters has stole our soups!
We must find the nonentities and the snoops
They will jump into hoops to save the soups!
Dean is prone so I must find the subgroups
Suddenly,my eyes open to reality
I cry in glee
because you see,
The memes won and gained the key
No need to bother those of light thinking
For these things are not known to them;
It’s like plucking a nanny goat a sweet tune ;-
She responds not to your fine musical gem.
There’s simply no need to tell your wise words
To ignorant nonentities such as Simons and Peters,
For they will never understand your language
Even if you yell right into their waxed ears.
Give not your most treasured jewels to the pigs
For they will trample on them and trample on you;
They are ever decided recalcitrant fools
Who oppose and curse everything wise or new.
R andom radicals rush rip-roariously on ward
O nerously oggling on-lookers abroad
A nnealing axle-grease atop ankle-high boots
D eliberately dashing dilettante seekers
T raveling tenaciously toward tree-lined detours
R oad rage roars, racers recline, rear-wheels wheelie
I mprobable instances intoxicate incalculable intensity
Probably, they'd get there alive!?
S irens sound
E mptiness emanates extravehicular extemes
N ickle-plated, nonentities now
D eath, death, dangles
I nsanities inane inference
N ickle-plated, nonentities now
G one.
Contest:GROOVE IT ! Free Poetry Contest Details
Style: Heavy Metal
Date:10/9/13 revised
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
They wake me sometimes.
Names, nonentities
come out of the corners like leftover pipe smoke,
jerking at my slumber,
scratching at the soft circles
I draw around my head.
Spirits, pardon me;
I am a dense dreamer!
Transfer of consciousness slows down
when aging dashes on.
Inner sound and psychic sense
don't mingle very well.
Yet they persist;
their whispers inarticulate, seductive
for my mind, surreal--
breaking up my memories in fragments,
bringing recollection only in a later dream,
then never with a reason why.
And I may reason why,
convoke these shades
just as I cry to you
that I, too, reach with hollow hands
across the bridge of consciousness
until I die,
and travel on the edge of time.
I think that they are teaching me--
these voices. Systematically
in silent, restless throbbing they prepare me,
their own strength gaining as mine wanes.
I think they watch, like tower control
upon the homing planes.
I think they know
to what stupendous realm I go.
~
Bedded, supine, meditations probe.
Blasted retinal blurs strobe.
Fusion fuses non-images of nonentities
cosmiconsciuosness merges, purges.
Between beginnings,
astral travelers ego remnants roam;
escaping fusion, forming schisms,
uninvited entities race
down umbilical cords of light
reconnecting, self trace.
Reconstituted limbs paw,
brightness blinds,
blasted retinal blurs strobe..strobe
travelers return home.
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