Cid once said that I was his Final Fantasy
Cid lied...or did he?
I am thinking of all the sweet cucumber melon frits I have eaten.
And as a strenuous Soul once said to the Earth Goddess, "I am impeccable.", I roared back, "Impudity."
For I once was a seagull, high in dementia. Now I'm a porecilan pear just barely stinging TO dementia; my collar bone has no quarries. I am alone in this vast world unraveling, unwavering itself as a steady snail's pace at me, unto me. Unto ME.
For why in the world am I in such worry, Fizzle-Mc-Drizzle? Why am I seeing myself grope and sweep and sweat the night away into musty odors fit like a king of Barnaely?
Have I no compassion? The voice I hear as my echoing consciousness from Spirit World seems to think so.
For what world have I come from, strange inaudible Titan Atlas and Atticus still murmuring over the book, "To kill a Mockingbird?" Am I THAT preconscious?
Have I no compassion? The voice I hear inside my echoing head seems to think so from Spirit World.
Oh! Spitit Word...! Oh, of WGAT?
Sleep now and dream my preconscious sweet little one
For the gifted life and future is yours
To grow with vigour and splendidly blossom
Under the ripening life giving sun
For the summer of my youth
had bloomed and blossomed so long go
For the sunshine as a bright candle that is now dimming
As dusk assents to darkness
And crumble devoured me but as a wilting flower
The curse now bestows.
My precious sweet little one
My earnest wish
Is that your future be bright and happy
May you dance in that glorious smiling sun
Your dreams all come true
For You gave me so much happiness
And filled my heart with so much joy
The likes I never knew
May you be bestowed with blessed true love
And by wish you become a loving mother
As I am a Grandfather
So you can say that I
My sweet preconscious little one
You love them too.
Peter Dome©2024
These blatant lives we lead
with our guts hanging out
between pretty words.
I remember (after the failed gastric surgery),
when gore spilled out of my prone body;
that slow unwinding of blank verse,
(the wordless made flesh) - uncoiling
in bold inarticulate sincerity.
An intestinal serpent – seeping,
and I the author of that preconscious serpent
still attempting to fill empty shells
with delusions and other ill-formed proofs
of existence.
Then from out of that open wound,
out from that that visceral self-revealing,
the pulse of my life so starkly exposed
at last, saying something -
true.
I was glad I cut off the relationship but you were so obsessive begging for my love when you know I had none left to give, our relationship was draining my energy, and I wanted to keep it as a memory, the more my current relationship collapsed, I felt the need to get a taste of the evocation, it felt like I was daydreaming in a vacation, yes I admit I did fixate on seeing you again, but this simply just has to end, I don’t see my life going on with the past stuck in my subconscious, I guess the dreams left me with the pain I inflicted on you leaving me with thoughts that are preconscious, the guilt is no longer heavy and we should forgive ourselves, I’m honestly glad we talked, but I’ve come to grips that you have changed, and so have I and the closure is set.
The
human sperm cell is haploid, so that its 23 chromosomes can join the 23 chromosomes of the female egg to form a diploid cell with 46 paired chromosomes.
he bulk of our mind's contents is found in the unconscious.uns
The Gatekeeper of unconscious and of the conscious mind is the Subconscious,
Preconscious, the murky
the unconscious the mind undercover, the conscious the deliberate, the discovery of each is once again the big bang.
The sperm meets the egg and The bang of a life is created.
The life within the vessel survives on the murky, the clear amniotic fluid feeds the life, unconsciously feeding the unseen thoughts of the vessel, the delivery is where the conscious mind is slightly awaken, some our brought in pleasing serene environments, others are awaken by a slap in the buttocks with a violent twirl to cold hands, the conscious mind knocks out, the unconscious resides for safe keeping. The big bang ride begins
Through faith of unity
Love of God army
Supreme authority
Spoke with righteousness
Jesus Christ enlightened us
God is our consultant
As his yoke we stand triumphant
Given providence
Divine eloquence
Never alone
Our Lord has sewn
His deliverance of karma
Sweet was his aroma
This promise we have
Tidings be glad
Balanced our keys
Set us free
God living water
This truth shall gather
Cognisance
Prayers of acceptance
Devotion to his light
To see this penned right
Passion of hearts ordained
His glory we obtained
Blessed foreconscious
Advanced with preconscious
Swam among the mystic
Our Lord love is quite exquisite
A Ravishing Beauty Of Grace And Charm.
.
Born into luxury and decadence
A ravishing beauty of grace and charm
Who many a young lovelorn suitor
Longed to be betrothed and have on his arm
.
Her delicate beauty shone like a beacon of light
The most beautiful in the ballroom
And like a sparkling diamond
Catching everyone's sight
.
Her perfume wafted so fragrant and sweet
As bunches of roses placed by her royal feet
The presence of an angel
As cunning as a fox
A paragon of sublime beauty
With cascading flowing locks
.
A sheltered life she did have
Her heart in limbo
And incredibly sad
As her future
Incredibly sad
,
A preconscious flower
That evil devoured
By a revolutionary
Bitter peoples unleashed
Power.
.
Peter Dome©2021.
A liberal mind for love
seeks Earth's nurturing nest origins
astoundingly opportune for producing healthy ego-nutritional eggs.
A conservative risk taker,
faced with ego's opportunity
to fly away from mortal risk
to autonomous long-term, or at least short-term, self survival
or fight to WinEgo/LoseEco-Other pyric victory,
thereby sees ego's Win/Win in-between opportunity
to produce future cooperative eco-eggs
of self/other-perpetuating identity,
A narrower, conserving, view
of Earth's universal health opportunities
and a widening interdependent liberal love potential.
We might become both
ego and eco healthier,
more left non-insula nature embodied
and right amygdala co-passionate spirit soaring
to imagine
and support both physical/metaphysical views,
held most lovingly together
as WinWin eco/ego-centering integrity,
symbiotic nonfight/nonflight opportunity
for cooperatively mentored solidarity
in health/wealth mutual service
Negotiations BiLateral
and/or internally BiCameral;
Conscious
and/or UnConscious;
ReConscious memory
and/or PreConscious imagination.
A sleep ---- beyond the preconscious mind; lacking on a self-centered dream.
A dream, a feigned one or illusion
My mind is bleeding on a vast ocean of regretful thoughts, a dream ---- escaping from
reality, a night ---- period of darkness between sunset and sunrise.
I sleep into the dark wondering in my hollow dream would I ever see the light, but my
fate is like the stars never being able to be reach, my dream as the spaceship lost his
fuel into space .
Please don’t judge because I see dream as a world to escape from reality, my
knowledge won’t be skeptical causes my world is a dream.
Our conscious can be acknowledge by light but to get a deeper perspective one must
dream into the dark because in every light there are shadows around the corners it
may be impossible to devoted my words but life is a dream only those who know reality
can forget about their ego.
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