Last night I dreamt of doing a challenge
Driving to the bottom of a lake
Twice without a breath
As I started down into the deep
I realized it would be much smarter
To use a depth finder first.
Realizing my obvious folly
I swam for the surface as hard as I could
But ended up needing a breath
Before I got there.
In the morning I see this is a symbolically
Deep dream of exploring the unconscious
Naively and playfully thinking it will be fun
Only to realize, too late
That it is instead filled with the unknown
Potentially bottomless.
(8/11/26)
("Tree of Life," 2013, original pen and ink)
The unquiet mind whispers incessantly
Morning, noon and night
Wishing for an audience
Or even just a nod.
The King (or Queen as it may be) meanwhile
Prattles on without a pause
So much to do, and to decide
If only his/her subjects would subject in kind.
But in the fields and dreary lanes
The peasants hoe and toil without rest
Without hope, and so no respect
For all the noise that comes on high.
In the dead of night when all is still
And owls hunt and prey the little ones
The unquiet mind releasing demon dreams
Smoothly soothes the willing blind
Up or down, in or out
It matters not which kind you are
For all for one and one for all
We sink or swim this time around.
(12/18/25)
Surreal awareness
the house an inch shell
of a functioning life.
The rooms
holding closets of
untold depth surrounded
by a moat chained locked
and a sign on the door
"forbidden territory
do not enter
all who dare will be
altered on sight"
surreal awareness
enigma of no definition.
DEFINING THE DEAFENING
Unhappiness isn't 're going through,
It’s thou we pretend to be.
Series of bio-and socio-cultural stage
That, Alter hormonal and physical change.
Everyone arrives via same matriarchal womb-
Why is it's same, When they want to change?
Isn’t it strange?
Erect by nurture, nature and norm,
Which grows aloud with past form.
Not outside, but within-
Oh! Peace, reach me please.
Don’t vapor like a musky cloud,
Drain Invincible poison out.
March, Oh austere mindset,
To bloom in borrowed hues.
Perhaps, deafening doesn't lie outside-
We breed it inside (individual).
Listening to you
oh what a to-do
it looks like
you've come unglued
or going bananas
your psyche's addled the mind muddled
brain's fogged boggled or befuddled
is something missing
a marble or two
perhaps a loose screw
maybe more than a few
and making a run
or bolt for it
will never do
it's not too late
to join the inmates
for as well you know
you will still be there
wherever you go
A garden is an
effort to express life's temp-
-orary beauty
The psyche was burned and left us numb, floating like a boat without oars on an endless river,
the world was darker than the pitch-black of a closet full of hungry bats,
and the whiskey and wine seeped deep into our weary veins,
when the blood was too weak to carry the burden of our lost dreams,
we surrendered to a dance of shadows, a waltz of memories and forgetting,
on a horizon where the stars were extinguished by a dense cloud of silence,
we feel time slipping away like sand through our fingers, mercilessly,
in a world where hopes are just lost echoes in the night,
and our souls wander on untrodden paths, searching for a spark of light,
in a land of memories where once we dreamed of being immortal,
but now only shadows keep us company on this silent journey,
and wine and whiskey become our allies in the battle with forgetting and lost time.
Sometimes,
I open a message
from there words
fly like butterflies,
stabbing my face, stabbing my back
I sit all in the dust,
I start to glow from the inside
for there are people on earth
wants to talk to me
drink with me like the sun.
Psyche, in the morning hours;
Belladonna flowers?
Dancing stars in silent showers?
Glimmers, glows, and glowers!
Ariadne, webs to weave?
Wisdom, will ye grieve?
What ought mortals to believe?
What ought I conceive?
Kali Mother, over boil?
Face down in the soil!
Military, might, embroil?
Serpents, coals a-coil...
Queen Tomyris, papyrus?
What indeed to write?
Cyrus caught a virus?
Reality, fade white!
Crabapples brew for Crassus?
To "most indecent" go!
No use skipping classes!
Revenge for him, my foe!
Tyrannosaur with face a-stern?
Tamarind taciturn!
Canis Major, what to learn?
Dinosaur, discern....
Heaven, storm, thy journey long;
Inspired by a song?
Fate and Fortune, blow a-strong!
Daughters, doth belong...?
Over, soul? Remote? Control?
Position, thy pole.
Nearby stars, hope, golden bowl?
Mole, dig toward the vole.
Doubts are always hiding/
Inside each of us/
Life is hard/
We will never be rid of it/
Lurking in the back of the mind/
In dormant mode/
Only to be shot forth/
Like a bullet/
To keep assaulting one's mind/
It's hard not to doubt/
With the world we live in/
More people getting more shady/
Everybody leading us to trust issues/
I hate doubting someone/
I guess it's built into us/
For a reason/
Like a type of radar/
For doubts alone/
The true body glows to the pattern of the mind you’re in.
(9/24/24)
Eyes without zeal
Fists without soul
Tongue without bone.
Unshackle your psyche
break the chains of fear
explore the cosmos
dare to appear
GREEDY for adventure
LUSTY for love
ALIVE to passions
long buried here
Our Mysterial World
Our Mysterial World
I dissociate to observe myself
from outside my body
I feel separated
I’m dreaming
Flashbacks torrent
I’m in one place
yet my psyche is in another
Simultaneous presence
At ease with bilocation.
Blank for poetry
For the first time, I’m blank
No poetic rhythm
or vocabulary connoisseurship
Just plainly and utterly blank
I’m searching and scouring
Not finding the right words
Or any words at all
I’m just...blank
Maybe that’s what this does to you
This way of being deliberately broken
With such a piercing pain
it echoes through the shards of sobs
As I watch the shreds of ashes
Of all I’d based my short-lived life on
Stain the same palm of hands
That worked so hard to appease
Touching the ever so intricate part of me
Shattered
Weeping for the part that held
Every single thread of my dedication
Woven into the most validating piece of clothing
Warm and secure it embraced
Like a heated coat in the cruel winter
And I sat there, blank
Lips sealed with grief
For a self that made the psyche rest
And now I stand worthless and wordless
Blank.
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