I am awake, yet deep I sleep,
A fragile soul I try to keep.
The shallow noise begins to
fade,
A path where childhood
ghosts are laid.
Not a word is left unsaid,
Inside the chambers of my
head.
Come the hour, I start to
breathe,
With every shadow that I
leave.
The morning calls, the chasm
falls,
A heavy weight upon the
walls.
I hear it whispering my name,
Down in the valley with my
shame.
Tired of being hard on me,
Trying to find the strength to
see
That strength is just the
naked truth,
A ragged echo of my youth.
I watch the fear, I let it go,
No longer running from the
woe.
BREAKING THE COMMAND
The mind is not a gentle
friend,
It twists the loop, it breaks
the bend.
Yet as the heavy baselines
roll,
Music acts to heal the soul.
I watch the phantom, face
the dread,
And quiet down the voice
inside my head.
Hidden deep within the verses
Of what is and what was
Things are not what they appear to be
The forest is alive and things are hidden deep
Life grows and life moves
It breathes
Always just out of reach it seems
You see it, you dream it, but it feels out of your reach
The words elude me
Playing hide and seek
My poem feels like an earthworm
I dream it
But upon surfacing from my dream
It’s gone
I saw the words upon the page of my dream
Then as I wake they fade
Back into the dark, rich soil.
Let them burrow.
Let them feed the roots of what comes next.
For the forest does not truly lose what falls;
It only digests, re-shapes, and waits.
I will close my eyes again tonight,
Trust the blind crawling of the verse,
And wait for the loam to speak.
van Gogh’s yellow transmuted — s a p p h i r e
on palette before my irises
faded sunflowers become
black butterflies
F l uttering
on outskirts of red beginnings
from cocoon onto canvas
is it my blue seraphim core
they seek to touch ?
astounded I splotch violets whispering
so they have nectar to quench
birthing thirst_____ white
sinking back into
sapphire SEA
I report to Neptune
all is well ~
_____________________
Unnamed Painting : Suzanne VanBebber
Private : Image Copyright : Oregon : May 26
Silver Winner Poem : Allpoetry.com : May 26
Assessor : Suzanne VanBebber
Calm… relax… pressure easing down
A new sensation I have found
I see now it was my subconscious thoughts
but I pushed through the anxiety and fought
I took back control of my body and mind
released the fear I had left behind
I overcame it, I broke the chain
stopped stress from running through my veins
Don’t become a victim to the subconscious mind
It can take over if you leave it behind
Its effects can feel so real in time
Like shadows pretending to be the mind
not truth, not healing, not what is real
Just thoughts that try to bend what you feel
So choose your peace and hold it tight
and you can win the inner fight
A picture perfect moment but at a stand still
You can see and even feel a touch that isn't real
Your thoughts and actions are well played out
Waking up and remembering what it's all about
Dreaming of past decisions and present regrets
Making a big promise to someone you never met
How often you see a person possessing no face
At the same time your always in the same place
If you're having a nightmare nothing wakes you
Only the sweet dreams never seem to continue
In your dreams you're never held to a promise
Anything awesome always remains anonymous
You can do things you wouldn't do otherwise
Life in a dream seems to go counterclockwise
Don't give any thoughts to what they may mean
We can escape from reality through our dreams
Be mindful of what you consume, for it shapes your being.
Nourish your vessel with compassion, as your diet influences your inclinations.
Choose your music judiciously, for rhythm resonates deeply with your soul.
Be mindful of what you read, as words penetrate straight to your heart.
Always practice prudence, for the devil’s trickery often hides in the guise of necessity.
least not
there are subconscious discourses
O! God The King of the Worlds
Your peace is veiled
definitely
the heart get overthrown
and the mind keep on wandering
and the tale of sorrow
is still drifting afloat
As I
slumber,
a dream encumber,
wakefulness denied
in fitfulness.
What be changed
when I awake
from subconsciousness?
'tis the dreams
forgotten
that matters
to the deaf, blind
unfeeling mind
within,
matters to the within
of things
encompassed in:
As I, Dream
I am.
There lay no death down below,
Endless oblivion, the song of the bone,
A path towards nowhere, where stories unfold,
The visions of the dead, a memory untold.
Ancient voices, sobbing at the door,
He who resisted, but could not ignore,
Soon subdued by the directive,
Humanity's entire subconscious collective...
Demons of times past,
Angels that never were,
They all joined together,
All joined me in this realm.
Throughout the ages of nature,
They oscillate out, and back into play,
Living inside a thought from our maker,
Symbols no different from us today...
Our Subconscious
Residing very deep—
within our brain and our psyche,
it speaks freely to the spirit world,
guarding always our precious thoughts
whilst touching our hidden emotions,
and talking to those who want to listen,
and to those who want to connect to our shared
humanity, as we seek ethereal answers,
and bravely face down the Unknown,
and to those certain sacred secret surreal aspects
that define who each of us really are,
as we cry out loudly to Almighty God,
who observes us from His unique heavenly perch—
always so far away from each of us,
yet always so close to our heart and soul.
Almighty God does indeed use His spiritual persuasion,
through His angels to reach out to each of us,
and to speak to us through our subconscious.
Why should such a blessed occurrence surprise anyone?
This does not in any way conflict with holy prayer—
for Almighty God shall be with us all forever!
Amen.
Amen.
Amen.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
June 20, 2021 (Triadic Stanza)
A stranger that I know
lies deeply in leafy mold.
We speak by mumbles in opportune nights.
He is always looking away
to some precious mystery
but I can't follow his eye.
He surprises me in many ways-
pulling those strings,
a pretense of wings,
unknowable things.
Spirits sail amber seas of
an amaranthine void echoing airily.
I feel yellow and orange and swirls begin
Prancing and dancing, smiling with mirth
What about pops of white? My muse asks.
I shush her, because I am in a swirly mode.
Hot pink drops into my dendrite field.
She is all about herself, living her best life.
I have no choice, so I add her to my soul.
Friday has never felt so dazzling!
Silver? Gold? Purple? The majestic colors.
Would solid be appropriate? Layers upon layers of bliss.
My muse dares not speak, wondering where I am going.
I am all about checks now. They are always red and black.
Unsure why, but suspect it is due to my grandmother’s afghan.
My mother completed it a week before grandma died.
It was a crocheted beauty, which stimulates red and black.
I begin to paint in this memory, not recognizing the significance.
Glittery, happy, joyful dashes and drops
Complete my exuberance today.
I feel myself easily.
Living subconscious patterns.
Once upon a Time
I listened to the voices
The sighs, the screams, the cries
Whom were offering me choices.
Then once upon a kiss,
The sparks had gone and flew
I no longer had faith in love,
But then ran into you.
And once upon a breakdown,
My mind had just collapsed
You scooped me up into your arms
And I was safe at last.
Once upon a fear,
You showed me patience and compassion.
Anxiety had swallowed me,
You protected me with passion.
Once upon depression,
I had fallen once again.
You put me back up on my feet
With no ounce of hesitation.
Once upon my happiness,
You celebrate with me.
You're proud of all my baby steps
Just how lovers should be.
And once upon the night time,
You took ahold of me,
I laid my head upon your chest
And I could finally breathe.
Once upon a dream,
I notice that my heart is full.
A safe place and a lover,
Where my soul is understood.
A single stare
A thought from there
Continue through the madness -
A peace of mind
A glimpse of a memory
Gone before reality -
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