I don’t want to
Submit myself
To flashing ads
And transient script
From a digital screen,
I want to hold a real book,
Lose myself in its pages,
In a trancelike dream.
As we trance dance, in our dream world,
in truth we are always alone,
propelled along a path unique,
in time coming into our own.
Shifting hues of scarlet sunset,
rivulets flowing down a hill,
each distant star a shining gem,
surrender to God egoic will.
Aligned with the vast universe,
synced to the cosmic vibration,
as part of the collective whole,
soul entwines with God’s creation.
Breath by breath as heartbeats renew,
gently softening attention,
sensing bliss ignition within,
we claim our right to ascension.
The light is on so now dance!
No more living life in a nanby-pamby trance.
You’re eighteen now boy no more.
Man now you are, forget all those ‘lessons’ from before.
Men are men and know the score.
They’re there for you take galore!
Stand up straight and be a lad!
Pints and shots must now be had!
The wild in you now must be fed.
Then tamed your wild will be until you’re dead!
The world is cold, the world is weird.
You’re nothing until you’ve bed a score or more and proved your ‘hood’!
So this is what it is to be?
Remember success is who you know not who you be!
The loner types think too much and try to feel.
They look at life and try to find the quiet deal.
A thoughtful appreciation is frowned upon. Stag nights and strippers in Marbella is where you belong?
Walk your path, find your way.
If materialistic proof and money is your ‘hey’. I’m sure that life will treat your days and years in this superficial, unreflective, simplistic way.
As a child I loved to dream,
making my days and nights grand.
Reading made my dreams come true,
far off places I wanted to see.
As the many years went by,
some dreams came true,
others lay dying.
What I learned through the years,
as an entity in the dream we conjured-
we know not we are-
both the dreamer and dreamed.
How then may we wake up,
when we are in trance,
in bondage to illusions-
we ourselves streamed.
In this trance or bondage,
we may want to awaken-
but must we?
Maybe as the dreamer,
we need to be left alone to dream.
The night unfolds her velvet veil
Paints the heaven with alabaster clouds
They drift like ghosts, whispers of air
Dancing in rhythm with the moon’s beam
Its silver glow, serene and calm
Rolls gently over vales and hills
The stars, like gems gleam
In the sky, a cloth with sequin glitter
The earth, entranced by nature’s quiet beauty
Pauses as time dissolves without a trace
The moment carved in purest grace
Weaves a dreamscape stirring fleeting thoughts
Of lover’s skin smooth, radiant and flawless.
Coupled with your silence that said what your words couldn't,
I wore the masks you chose for me,
Swallowed the words you didn't want to hear,
And built myself around your anger,
Yet your eyes never softened when they looked at me.
Now adrift in this trance of mine,
I search for answers, a meaning unseen,
In the echoes of your words, a love redefined,
A love that was, a love that might have been.
burdened wandering among negative energies
although for the most part they impacted him not
he searched in vain for that elusive elixir of love
resonating at a frequency matching his own
poised in stillness, he exited the lucid dream
recognised all as one, as thoughts he did stream
I was walking on a long path,
and found an old farmhouse;
with a garden decayed,
and a voice whispered come !
Oh, that voice was creepy;
but, I was in a trance.
I stepped onto a broken porch,
the door made a harsh moan;
and the inside was dim,
I tried to make out shapes.
Rocking chair, piano;
but, I was in a trance.
Then, I saw her in an old chair,
the fabric was tattered;
her dress a sickly white.
her face so very pale.
Yet, she was beautiful;
but, I was in a trance.
In the hush she said, oh Dear Heart,
I have been waiting child;
it is time that you come,
come I whispered, come where ?
No thank you, I am fine;
but, I was in a trance.
She got up and floated to me,
I will never forget;
those brittle cold bone hands,
caressing, touching me.
I let out a wild scream;
but, I was in a trance !
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we are not this body-mind
yet ephemeral impressions arise
refrains replayed reinforce ego urges
soul witnesses this trance dance in surprise
here we go again
conjuring fear demons
from which to seek reprieve
we then manifest gods and angels
assigning imaginary attributes
to the opposing polarities
in this lucid dream
as escapists
immersed in trance
addiction now our affliction
we wallow in the shallows of desire
mirrored by fears we hold dear
remaining thus in captivity
from birth till death
Allow the rain
Hunt for berries
Echoes cast our shadows
Accept the start
Deduce the summer nights
Lemon scented mead
Initiate the Eclipse
Escape the Bunker
Silver snow storms with warm shelter
Protect the youth
Educate society in past innovations
Allow for Patience and Understanding
Create solutions to advance Humanity
Erect monuments to recognize Greatness
As the one, resplendent in its light, reflected
It wished to feel the thrill of stark contrast
And so polarised its consciousness
Conjuring space, manifesting linear time
Fragmenting itself therein, alive in each form
With all minds entwined with universal mind
The thrill of illusionary descent was lost
So the veil of forgetting was imposed
That each aspect of the one enters trance
Deludedly believing it is a separate ego entity
This is where now the human race finds itself
Oscillating endlessly between joy and pain
Oblivious to the light of our true being
Refusing to acknowledge ego is an illusion
Although trapped in the open, we’re free within
demonic desires arise
it is delusion of course
yet we stagnate therein
being in bondage to ego
The mute sense dazed by trance adrift elusive,
never wavers a moment to lacerate
the endangered dormant psyche unwary.
Contrived by passion dream of pale possession,
sapped by nascent sunrays curtain pores suck in.
We are meant to break the ice of hibernation.
Each year as spring begins.
All winter was a trance.
Which kept me warm, but also unimaginative.
Now, I am uninhibited.
Spring is, at first, an interruption.
But eventually it becomes all encompassing.
Leaves that are elegant.
That flatter the stoic branches.
Hope that was once obscure.
During that winter that used to protect us all.
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