Short Past Lives Poems
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I looked back
At my footprints
Then took a picture
To remember
The last time
I ever looked back
Vacant
Of thoughts
Imploding
Cannibalistic
Feeding on past lives
Losing self-consciousness
A state of oblivion
Transforming
Dream what may come
Recalling past lives lived
Every fantasy comes to life
All night long
More nightmares to come
So many worlds to explore
Past lives in the past
Leave it there where
It belongs
Don't dig up
Don't unearth
The things of the past
Focus on the resent
Looking towards things to come
Raindrops dropping out,
Sea sank below golden sand,
Ashes of water.
We are prophets, living our soon-to-be past lives,
We shall learn the truth when the time arrives.
For now, however, live as though you're meant to thrive,
As though your future selves will thank you, for staying alive.
In twilight sleep, dreams flow deeply, through mind-halls.
Caverns and crevasses hold many memories; some of past lives.
Inundated with dreamscapes, memories float and surface, a mind-soul reunion.
sun unveils herself
red sings out to carress her
shameless disarray
beckons her with his calling
greens from past lives fade away
(August 22nd, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
I remember before my conception,
when I was not alive.
Where the light found my eye's and yet
I wasn't blind back like now.
Look to the show's,
where electronic technology can catch the
word's and energy,
from long ago past lives.
A good book takes you
far away to unknown lands.
Tears are shed. Death felt.
The fights are fearsome.
Futuristic tragedy
and past lives burst through.
Love stories flourish.
Characters become your friends.
History unfolds
Puzzle pieces shift
Clues hidden within the page
Space is tangible.
Listen to poem:
I've seen that face, I see in crowd
I know that new place, on arrival
I've felt all this familiarity
I know, I know this being
has all been there before.
Past lives, past sense,
past tense, become alive
in present tense,
evoked by the yearning
for context, meaning
in the empty void.
Looking beyond form, we adorn
We see gender dissolved
Both polarities we have worn
Past lives whence we evolved
We each are God essence
Vibrational presence
Blissful luminescence
Touched by God’s love warm
Looking beyond form
25-November-2021
Quietus
Dreading up the past
when the past has left us behind
Dredging up the past
when it insists on being left buried
Fledgling future is waiting to be born
when death refuses to let go of life's big toe
Pledging the future to be more forgiving
when memory works all to well for the living.
I wake to walls.
No feet running, no kettle hissing.
Only the tap of a message not sent.
If I had written to you earlier,
perhaps the morning would feel less like an ending
and more like something possible.
Instead,
I scroll past lives I do not live.
And tell myself:
Next sunrise, maybe.
memories of past lives led are stored
as footprints in our subconscious mind
and they oft appear to us in dreams,
that we may relive moments left behind
as long as these thought forms arise
does it not signal attachment residue
how then can we reap fruits of silence
displaying pristine rapture’s virgin hue
L ove is everything to me
O nly people don’t seem to see
V oices from the inner regions
E arnestly telling us to simply care
I nside messages we cannot recognize
S tymied by years of ignorance and greed
A mazing dreams if we could but see
L inked into love through past lives unknown
L et the light shine through to a mind at peace
flickers in space tease
emotions release
polarities swirl
in bliss mists we curl
tree of ego felled
awareness is held
in dawn to dusk’s yawn
when no thought forms spawn
be this as it may
in sleep we do sway
where past lives reveal
need of love to heal
in blissful repose
we metamorphose
on bosom of earth
whilst bubbling with mirth
I got pulled by sadness
In a universe fulll of madness
Surrounded by weakness
Rainclouds and gloominess
Made of poison and loveless
So sad they were careless
Nearly dying of emptiness
People from thier past lives made for selfishness
Earth is for unfairness
Someone changing it has its rareness
my unlived dreams
or maybe past lives
sprawl before me vivid
those elements too slippery
for my daytime fingers
a mutiny of imagination
lusts' games played shamelessly
and holy moments of understanding
entwined in nocturnal intimation
spilling into my undreaming hours -
Oh, how I love to dream,
and experience an existence more fully
relieved the burdens of wakefulness
Your words pierce through
My inner core
Heart melting and defying
Gravity
Hearing your sweet voice
Takes me into another
Realm of consciousness
I hear my heartbeat
Smell the air
Touch your soft skin
And here I am
With this happiness
Smiling from ear to ear
Looking at you
And realize you and I
Are soulmates
Together again from past lives
I'm happy we found each
Together
Nowadays, people are afraid
to be alone with self (one’s
own thoughts)—addicted to the static
of distraction, gadgets for ears
and mantras for the mind…
as though an inherent,
Righteous-core were the enemy:
we shut out voices of conscience
and Divine Guide—echos
of past lives while roadside markers
for an enlightened future…
we are stagnant in a deep sleep...
animate though dead….
Psychedelic colours burst across the sky
Mood rings blink on and off as I fly by
Count the bright stars as they travel with us
It's just nature showing that it doesn't make a fuss
Dream of past lives that you have lived
As you smile at your memories for what they give
Your cosmic travelling will be a sight to see
What wonders will their be in the future for you and me!
© Paul Warren Poetry
Magazines in every corner
Rubber bands on lids of jars
Silk ribbons and dried flowers
Glossy brochures from afar.
Mantle, desk, and table
Piled high with worn out books.
Long forgotten potpourri
ticked away in tiny nooks.
Faded quilts across the bed,
Davenport, and tattered chair
Decorated by a lazy cat
Gently grooming her gray hair.
Dusty must moldy air
Timelessly suspended
Ages past, lives once lived
Forgotten and now ended.
I WALK ALONG THE EDGE
WHERE THE LAND MEETS THE SEA
WHERE THE SEA MEETS THE SKY
WHERE HEAVEN MEETS EARTH
WHERE HEAVEN MEETS HELL
THE SEA AIR PUTS A COAT OVER NY SKIN
AND FILLS MY MOUTH AND LUNGS WITH ITS SALTY SWEETNESS
THE SOUNDS OF THE SURROUND FILL MY HEAD
WITH THE STILLNESS AND TURMOIL OF PAST LIVES
AS MY EYES LOOK OUT AND SEE THE PAST AND PRESENT AS ONE
AND I BECOME ONE WITH THE SEA
FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE
I AM WHOLLY FREE
The precarious balance of the earth on its axis,
Spinning ever so gently,
Cradling its precious cargo,
It echoes with the sounds of beating hearts,
The flow of water,food through green.
The days whirr past lives ever so quickly,
Only the days of sadness, death left behind,
Sorrow in the depth of innocent eyes,
Terror infused in every beating heart,
The delicate balance,
Balanced till when?
Only till the day we find Utopia.