Hellish waves have embraced me
To the depths of my soul.
The abyss takes me away.
My soul has become thin and weak.
Oh, my God, my God!.. Don't leave me.
Inhaling You, I exhale contrition
In the killing reflection of stars.
Let all words become non-existent,
Like burnt comets,
Like fallen leaves, let all words decay,
Turn into scattered ashes...
And only Your uncreated Word will rise!
Deep in contemplation, or was it cogitation,
maybe intuition, Alice had a premonition,
something's round the corner,
and she's come to warn yer,
doing all she can, before it hits the fan,
for she has seen a vision, more than a vague suspicion,
it's a strong affirmation of a predetermination,
and believe me when I say,
"Whatever omen she thought she saw,
it's on it's way here today,
and will soon be knocking down your door.
As, mirrored in her eye's mind,
all the portents are aligned,
maybe it's madness or mayhaps fun
there's nowhere to hide, nowhere to run."
Now, somehow, Alice springs eternal,
in the human breast,
and, with my heart on my sleeve,
aren't you glad I got it off my chest.
a peaceful heart
with
its recurring visions
of
a bright light
at
the end
of
a long tunnel
AP: 3rd place 2025
I can see them.
Even after almost being impaled.
Still.
I could die without even knowing.
Instead, I don’t.
I saw them outside today.
Hot tea does that to you.
Makes everything burning hot.
Recoiling.
As if they’re coming for me.
Sipping.
An old premonition.
I can see.
The people that were supposed to be here-
But sometimes appointments have to be rescheduled.
Downhill.
I can see them.
Ominous as hot tea.
I could have driven to work to take my mind off things.
The things that are like ghosts, and also like a pile of laundry.
If laundry could kill me, I would never go home.
That’s what death is.
I decided to sleep in my car in the parking lot.
An old premonition…
Gets tiring to keep track of.
Did I put on the parking brake?
And lock the doors?
I would laugh, but then I’d start over.
And that’s what outside does to me.
Carries me to my car.
Never go home.
So the premonition goes.
My car.
I had just filled it with gas.
I had just bought a snack for the road.
Candy in my hands.
Too much sugar, but it’s better than dying in a crash.
I had a pair of sunglasses.
But they flew out the window.
I had the sunglasses in my hand.
Reaching my arm out the window.
I regret all those horrible things.
Then I turned the air conditioning up.
It was hot that day.
I had nothing to say.
I waited in line at the toll booth.
Candy was gritty against my tooth.
I closed the window.
Then I turned, then I turned…
I think I died for a second.
The car behind me bumped against mine.
I was feeling warm.
Now I'm feeling hot.
We exchanged information.
Then I turned the air conditioning up.
Just ahead, a semi-truck careened.
People screamed.
The casualties didn’t include me.
I was pulled over by that tree.
I never made it past the toll booth.
My candy melted in my car a bit, that’s the truth.
They took my statement and sirens rang.
I felt a horrible pang.
Then I turned, then I turned around.
Then I turned the air conditioning up.
Then I headed home.
Who’s not a victim of absurd
Lend me some rationality
To see the best side of the world
I need your bright reality
Won’t you show me how it works
That I'm charged for the actions of those
I didn't vote for and never trust
What does this paradox logic impose?
How could I disarm the army?
If you know, then please reveal
Bear in mind, its only me
Who you talk to, cause I’m real
Not just rhetorical hallucination
Not what you generalize
Under banner of some nation
With all evil that implies
Its just me, hello, I’m here
Can you tell me, like a friend
What I should expect to hear
From the world, that dreams to end?
with intuition
what we would mention
had premonition
meet God by my ambition
more ammunition
had been big battle
win series will Seattle
league up did rattle
a premonition
is not
simple addition
I lack the interest to know
I am not curious to see
Those withered leaves, mixed up with snow
Which relatively soon will be
I ‘d rather fall into lethargic
Totally dreamless thoughtless sleep,
Than bump again into nostalgic
Perennial winter, growing deep
And maybe half a century later
I’ll be awoken by the noise
Of summer morning perforator
And some road worker loud voice.
Is she the modern Rapunzel
And all of the misfortunes out there
Are just one big evil entity?
“I’m not going to hurt you”?is the typical horror film line
That always pulls the main character
Down to their demise
All this vile and tears clogged up inside
Sick of it
Tired of it
Hopefully the pieces come back together again
Two clocks out of synchronization
One going at full speed into the future
And another slowly, falling the sand
Stuck in the past
Stuck in the glory days
Lights years apart
Never to be synchronized again
Keep sending the wolves to
Hunt me
Find me
But they never reach me
Act as if they aren’t your own
But your minions are easy to spot
My premonition never misses
How ironic
The Death tarot card is flipped to the upright side
With the Tower tarot
You may be hard
But she’s tougher, harder
Thanks to you
Leave those who have left you
Even if you let them in,
Make no mistake,
They would be out the door again
You’d think it’d be a myth
But it’d be true
Premonition turned reality
Most times I look at life through a positive lens, yet every now and again,
evil emerges where I sense its dark forces impose their oppressive
demands in the midst of calm...
***I FIRMLY STAND BESIDE THE UKRAINIAN PEOPLE!***
Premonition
Yesterday, the future gave humanity the key
Today, inequities threaten the human destiny
Tomorrow, the past foresaw inhumane agony
Penned: 01/10/2018
12:37 p.m.
West Palm Beach
Florida USA
dead calm early morn
distant grumbling thunderclouds
nervous animals
Moon gazes down, at
Two howling hounds.
A crayfish, emerges,
From within the water.
An ocean view seen,
Illuminated behind
The path of the Fool,
Guiding him away from the pond.
Something in your life,
Just isn't quite right.
A misunderstanding, maybe
A truth you can't admit,
Secrets being kept from you.
This unknown, carries alone,
Anxiety, a need to know,
It's a source for depression,
Causing insecurity & delusions
Message from the moon;'Rely! only on you'
To see through subterfuge
A signal will come, time to be strong,
Use courage to face your fears.
R.K.H. 10/10/2021
I have long harbored the suspicion
That should we suffer long and deeply enough,
We’ll get over the pain
And awaken to the truth of Love:
To cherish the experience
Of whatever there is.
All wounds heal but the last.
Be thankful for your scars.
Don't leave your woman's intuition on a burner in the kitchen. If you have a premonition don't regard it with suspicion. A helpful tool for those that see, this natural gift of e.s.p.
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