i am a sad amorist
who seeks to understand the love songs of the bird
the stories, the notes they sing that are like open book
but less understood at the same time
a deluge of emotions that leaks a stream from my eyes
i am a sad amorist
who seeks to look for the storm, in the silence of a river
the tranquility that seems to exist but not at heart
obliviousness of the age, my dreams torn apart
You can’t understand how that sounds.
You laugh, but you look like clowns.
Don’t repeat the joke. Don’t assail
my ears with what you would call a humorous tale.
I don’t have the patience for this. My head pounds.
I’d rather eat coffee grounds
than listen to your waste of nouns.
But heaven forbid you notice this detail.
You can’t understand.
Your obliviousness astounds.
It begins to escape the bounds
of what reality should entail.
Yet you seem infinitely able to exhale
nonsense. There is so much about you which confounds.
You can’t understand.
To ponder why,
In deep dismay
To Daydreaming in the stream of consciousness
Mixed in mind and heart desires
That detaches from current task and test,
Don’t quit your daydream
Trance aid fantasy
Intervision encapsulates me
Hallucination musing
Don’t quit your daydream
Imagining inattention gathers
Inattentiveness woolgathering preoccupation
Don’t quit your daydream
Emotional brooding
Obliviousness engrossment
absentmindedness Self-absorption
absence of mind
staring into space
abstraction
Don’t quit your daydream
lack of concentration lack of application
figment of the imagination
unrealizable dream Home is castle in the air
Wishful thinking fond hopes Self-absorption
Wishing upon…
Whatever it is Don’t quit your daydream
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For Don't Quit Your Daydream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
In the past we were absolute duo
in flesh and in thoughtness,
today we remain complete uno
in pain and obliviousness
Regrettably, you're forswearing considerateness.
Because of your deeds, my heart has been disparaged.
However, the faithful has devolved into the dreadful.
There was nothing but words scribbled on a journal.
It's a sincere pity you're sweepingly slighting kindness.
Placing the underachievers on a dazzling betrayal.
Escape the fierce curse of those who benefited.
If you tamely yield to the glare, he will rebel.
Some people keenly appreciate and admire your skill.
Because of your frailty, some individuals devour you.
She had the style of an itinerant individual.
I'm continuously in such a problematic bully.
Bashful and oblivious to the development of the festival.
While I was wary of how I was doing, I was clumsy.
Each passing second is being obliterated.
As though it were inconsequential.
As time passes to come, another test is related.
Vice is never unpunished nor virtue charitable.
A break from the limits of the setup traditions.
But, they are trapped in the snare of accepted norms.
Then again, redemption from one's transgressions.
Also, freedom from the concerns of brainstorms.
I've taken a stab at everything, but all in vain.
Anything I need is intended for pain.
You know nowadays, no-one does the right thing.
Everyone’s looking out for themselves.
Don’t see yourself through anyone else’s eyes.
Don’t let their obliviousness hold you back.
Stop looking for approval around each corner.
Find the confidence within yourself.
Reach out, for what you know to be.
Crystalize the path to take you there.
Choose now, how do you really want to play?
Make your own rules for the game.
Anger is the impassable wall. Freedom extinguished. Coming to a grinding halt. Caught in a bottomless pit somewhere between understanding and acceptance. Obsolete inflamed ignorance. Crushing hearts, while empty kindness tramples the spirit. Strangled benevolence into an abyss of human cruelty. So into the infernal death the chasm coils.
The bird spirals
With wings full spread
In his quest for sovereignty
Holding the winds of change
Beneath his breast
He is lifted far above
A determined direction
With feet tied
And no way to land
oblivious of the stares
of the want
of the fear
oblivious of the subtle language of love
to the jealousy
oblivious to her own self worth
oblivious to her beauty
oblivious to it all
to the want
to the tears
to the hate
they think she know and is cold
she want love but see's none and
walks on
never wake From the cloud of obliviousness
oblivious to all
Depression is...
Depression is...
uncaringness
carelessness
obliviousness
maybeness
overwhelmedness
imobileness
creativitylessness
unlovingness
unlovableness
heaviness
defenselessness
angryness
complainingness
hypochondriacalness
unfocusedness
unitentionalness
internalness
emptyness
darkness
endlessness
Exhaustion is...
I lay in repose, in calmness and quietness,
silence and stillness, words unspoken;
only the flutter of my heart and breath,
as still as a photograph, lost in my thoughts.
And in my solitude I dream silent dreams . . .
I dream, I go riding a black horse,
a cloud of dark shadows is my hair;
I wear a deep green velvet coat,
the snow is falling, falling, falling.
And in my stillness I dream silent dreams. . .
A thousand soft petals fall and scatter,
beautiful red roses twirling, swirling;
they descend fair and calm and silent,
laying on the pure snow covered ground.
And in my obliviousness I dream silent dreams . . .
My soul dwells up above the clouds,
the turmoil of my life forgotten;
I am voiceless and at peace with life,
listen, is that my silent weeping.
And I lament that I dream silent dreams . . .
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December 7, 2012
Poetry/Lyric/I Dream Silent Dreams
Copyright Protected, ID 12-441-223-07
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Mid July Premier
Sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 07/2013
Fourth Place
Shipwreck
As the ship exploded and sunk, her crew
died a hundred times.
Through portholes they saw the green sea,
getting darker; they couldn´t hear their own
screams as the noise of crushed iron´s was
louder, like hundred express trains hurdling
toward obliviousness
And then the sea blew open doors
filled every cabin with incomprehension
…and then, yes then, they died again.
unearth thy temple to entomb my lifelessness beneath the fixation of mortal indulgence where i shall finally rest, i can feel the ceasing of a decrepit pulsation from the shallow grave concealed within my chest; amongst the psychoanalytic dissection of society have i become obsessed. the common ways of cultural normality are seemingly unrealistic, they derive complexity when ciphering economic enslavement as ignorance makes it simplistic, instead of coming together everyone separates with delusions of being the most unique and individualistic, oblivious the common trait commences to construct the most dividing societal characteristic. iv'e sat among loneliness for a year to unveil the lies, iv'e heard the voices of spirituality predicate the day everyone dies, iv'e listened as the wind carries mother earths cries, in repetition of organic desecration i release frenetic screams to impregnate the skies.
I see brown leaves drooping, burn marks in the bark,
the populated gala, ignorant in the park.
...With obliviousness, boots are crushing-
the dreaming leaves that died before.
Wild roots, a strewn abroad,
rot from tip to base, a sad sad song.
...And the core
it's weeping, a noise severe that ears can't hear,
painful howling from the wood,
that individual ears misunderstood.
Yet over the tumult,
uproar crowd without remorse,
I wonder how the tree there died.
was it a plant's equivalent cyanide?
Staring at the husking shell,
littered with burnt butts and ashes-
the center of party hats and flashes,
a tobacco funeral straight from hell,
poor tree, I bid thee well.
A victim of stupidity and arson,
alcohol violence and poison.
Proof that nature hates the flaws of man.
I'll never know the pain thy has endured,
from life, reduced to shards of wood...
And all for humanity's entertainment,
...I think I understand the plant's equivalent cyanide.
Author's note: I am not sure about this poem. Does anyone think it's finished or does it
need more work?
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