Suppositional
It seems
I cannot beckon God;
I must remain bewildered
Starry eyed and dreaming
breathing in the mist
with a heavy brain and
all contained within me
Exasperated sighs, relief
such constant bemusement
coloring my senses
tantalizing me with curiosity
I am
caught up
in the searching
unearthing precious gems
Seeing the light through prisms
catching glimpses of the truer forms
whereby reality should turn itself over
lending itself to nought by
superimposed, extant, extradimensional
realities
The shifting, everchanging constant
the fractalline reversal
of the overlay we deem as our precision
yet own as our perception
There is no finding God
It will not come to me
For, without what is not
within was what had been
there is no removal
such, as there is no retrieval
Which way is up in empty space
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06.6 : Theophobia
I saw a cross of Peter online today,
and I’m insane so I flipped my phone upside down;
but, I’m also very defiantly sane,
so I decided to fix that problem
I find myself struggling to accept that the cross is upside down
and in this act, seeking God is an illusion; a fugue state
through which I cast aside my humanity in an act of cowardice
choosing comfort over cold, hard earth
But dust to dust means
I am suffering
It means I am alive
and I am dying
And the cross is sometimes flipped
and that doesn’t mean I’m purely made of sin
It means I’m humbled by my insignificance
choosing to live again, really live
in a way that saves me
not by the grace of an impossible deity
but through acceptance of a faulty me
They say we’re devil and god
above and below
good and evil in a game of tug of war
two wolves fighting over a morsel of self
a shred of consciousness when we devour our lucidity
to coddle and shelter the fragility of truth between veils of illusion
What about being human?
“It’s not the end of the world”
but every day there’s something new
sometimes the devil is you
but our demons are shadows on a wall in a room
and I can’t sleep, but I’m not seeing the truth
and an artificial light is a lie
when I can see clearly in the dark if I acclimate to the nigh
t
I’ll be safe, the devil isn’t there,
the shadows are just light
in silhouetted shapes
and only occupy the space between it,
where my mind plays tricks,
and my eyes are too busy
counting my miseries to count sheep
I used to be scared of the dark,
and of death,
and of demons, and sleeping,
and being left behind,
and my own mind tormenting me
Now I’m just afraid
of being comfortable and clueless
Delusional and useless
Some twisted individuals
think it’s edgy
to flip a cross upside down
That used to trigger me,
it used to be insidious
Today I accept it
They’re symbols, no more or less
But they speak to my humanity
and what’s illusory about it
Because some things are divine
and some things lack that
but we’re all human,
everything else is an act
and that’s a fact
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there is so much love, lost in life
grasping at the past, heavy of heart
and shocked; paralyzed
wishing for wings,
to fly in my dreams,
find that castle in the sky
travel through the vortices
of interconnected minds
there, you, I’d find,
my world divine
my love, accosted
ever lost
my muse
who’s left behind
and
forever shifting is the heart
ever yet never drawn apart
so bound are we
o, me to thee
such (pressed in pressure)
encounters brief
like lightning in my mind’s eye
to see the air electrified
whenever your eyes meet mine
hovering; swimming in ethereal fluid
surging with infinity’s energies
yet
arching in my back
a miasma of light
erupting from the heart
out of the eyes
stranded, abandoned
drifting in the void
crippled
by the weight of indiscretion
longing
for such loves forever lost
such levity intrinsically bestowed upon me
whence coalescence splits bereft
by weight of evanescent fate
and there is nothing left
not love nor hate
am I too late?
am I too late?
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Emotional Contingency
A complex; standalone
A shade of monochrome
-in the visceral war zone
A shield becomes a home
I sit in contemplation
Compelled by isolation
Abandoned indignation
A train stuck at the station
A fog of midnight blue
A baseless, abyssmal hue
No heed for what to do
A distance from the crowd
Held in cerebral shroud
No feelings were aloud
The knight was just too proud
A mission to remember
The pains of last November
Was not one with the gender
You cannot be too tender
Insipid disconnection
Can find no resurrection
The self forgets retention
Plunged from its own discretion
In the end, I am not sane
There is no purpose
Life is in vain
All things are worthless
No care to feign
I lose inertia
I end the game
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moonlit obelisk
I have squandered my soul again
I yearned for a tourniquet;
clutched my aching limbs
as I bled out onto the floor,
onto myself
I’ve stolen fleeting things,
beget to me, lost to time
I have been conditioned to rot;
to survey eternity
from behind the gate of the mind
I keep tricking myself
Surreptitious riddles, ghost of night
Resuscitating nothingness
regurgitating, heaving death
I keep deepening my desire to die
But I don't want to dissolve,
I want metamorphosis;
reintegration with the tapestry;
to begin dreaming, as an artist,
and paint my blood onto the canvas
of the universe
My spirit leaves me
in unsanctimonious wanderings;
each time I flitter between
love and loss and longing
I would only ask:
let me cling to nothing,
understand without being crushed;
allow me relinquishment
Forgive me
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even with clammy hands
and cold feet
and fear that trickles in
from yesterdays rain
i am loved i am loved i am loved
always warm hearted
I am fire, ash, and phoenix
I am ever-burning star
I am infinitesimal;
I am astronomical
scatter me over the boundless and vast
for, even if i should reach
the farthest corners of this universe,
i will always be whole
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To see what you are
you must do the work of shedding what you are not.
You have buried it, don’t you see?
You have buried it, but it cannot die.
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No title (maybe a pebble in my skull, bouncing around)
I am rattling, as is my proclivity
muscles tense and then collapse
limb by limb, releasing a skeletal clatter
would i hover if the gravity, of dizzying,
that makes my head swim, lightly,
floating in the ocean of stuporous emotion
thunderstruck connectivity, latched onto me
crown o’ my skull, pull my spirit from its vessel
would eye
blink shut
a rut in the road
a node
bowing, wherethrough flowing in the breeze;
it bends - again - against the everything so rushing
by and i
consider it a blessing to believe in nothing
knowing only what approaches me
and seeing things so clearly
how spirit lives in me
have you ever felt the chills?
ASMR, perhaps, electric, rising
running fingertips over goosebumps
have you felt the way Earth communicates with plants?
can you bleed into the natural expanse?
you’ve been dead before, do you remember?
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My Love is Beautiful
My love is the one
that saturates awestruck passion
making the heart swell
with transformative gasps of divinity
My love is the weight of water
suspended in the air
It is windswept, soft caressing;
Spirit’s soothing whisper in mine ear
My love entombs itself in deep mind
Loses itself to the pool of rhythmic vibration
interspersing, simulated, soulful synchronization
My love is life finding Life finding soul
The sweetness of consciousness becoming conscious
of itself in everything else, of liquid light brimming through,
to coalesce, and impress softness into
My love is poetry wherein
we beautiful beings becoming
had to invent the very word
To encapsulate the indescribable
that exists in that feeling
of transcending survival
To find the divine in the usual
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My Shadows
Oh shifting sun, in silence
does the resonance of moonlight still reflect
the light of day, the truth that you beget?
These hidden things, inside sepulchral night
administered by lunar light
within our minds and hearts excite
yet still prolong regret
When we are surely stolen there
within the glow of darkness’ heir
does truth, aloof, in depth repair
or is there hindrance yet?
I coast alone through lands of dreams
to lay away without esteem
and bask through melting, as it seems
my self should thus reset
Could in the morning light, again,
thy transcendence defy chagrin?
Should I be not what is akin
if therein lies my debt?
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Hypnic Jerk
Spiraling
a vacuum
in my sternum
drinking in the void
gasping for air
in the emptiness
I reminisce of distances
leapt
in instances
kept
in memories
forever, lingering
How heavy can emptiness be?
Who am I who sees
not me?
Who are they
who could not stay
and did they ever know
my disarray?
I am
an erratic notion
of emotion
in motionless
vastness
I am spastic
jerking and tumultuous
in the openness
of this
cosmic loneliness
the endless
hindrance
of the intimate
i n f i n i t e
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DMT
Unleashing arrows of light
which scorch the sky
encroaching on the domain
of ancient anchors
Boring
through deep, unspeaking shrouds
as the orbs of everlasting force
should only sing through resonances
abounding when tangible things
dissolve in their fall from grace
alongside the eyes of earth
As if by rods of Zeus,
I am struck with white noise
meteoric light ruptures the heavens
rejecting the frailty of corporeal existence,
as the mind’s eye is forced open
my ears explode with ringing
the song of heaven vibrating my teeth
“Pay attention! Wake up! It’s not too late!”
The voice of ages calls through all eternity
to excite the soul which rests
in the groove of the heart
Spirits sing
always they are singing
their voices synchronize
in chain reactions
causing reality to unfurl
Each star, a node
the strings of heaven shake
in holy harmony
spectrum-slipping into ripples
inconceivably infinite iterations of existence
unveiling vortexes of vectors
Tangents, tangling Totality in tantric tandem
until ubiquitous uniformity upheaves
the insidious illusions of individuality
So melt, dissolve, unwind, and un-become
again with the slipping, weaving, winding
blinding light of time unbinding from the mind,
til we exist in emptiness and find
that all along, we’ve intertwined ourselves
with what is else, a wealth of living
in delivering the realm
of dreams and streams of being gleaming
in the crux of everything
and nothing
there is opening
the apertures, the rapt and ruptured slipping
rippling
dripping starlight
fissures
Where beings bleed
through overstretched dimensions
only held to wells of willowing intentions
a blip, a blast of consciousness
morphs into the pupil
of the master: World-Weaving-Thing
that observes the observer observing
eye am not eye am what I am eye am I?
sublime sub-liminality
entrenched in where, whence present
becomes presence without essence;
coalescence regresses
into evanescence
as
returned
is me to thee to We
Then
-Not-
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This exists in the wind
Know other, and thus
know thyself.
Know what thou art not
and thyself shall unfurl
before thine eyes.
Yet, know thine eyes as thyself,
and know no self before another.
One twine of thy spiral
unwinding, whence
thy center point
diverges, vast,
in multitudes amassed
betwixt thee; the eye
of the spiral of unwinding.
Thy sleeping self,
merely asleep
to life within a dream;
awake to All
aplenty.
Alas, in tangent vortices
all aspects of thee
exist in mirrored reiteration.
Fractalescent bodies of one name.
Above the vortices
converging round the center:
a greater maw.
A many weaving being, seeing
everything expanding in concentricity
round compounding sound,
the endless symphony;
ubiquitous infinite
vibrations of eternity,
in resonant helical geometry.
But these are just the roots..
Somewhere,
amidst the canopy, ever-thriving
disseminating light,
crystalline dimensions break the mind
splitting time in two.
And there are
infinities in every inch…
every inch of me
and you.
A billion years of histories;
a billion people,
a trillion different views.
All, interconnected
through the dissection
of light projected dimensions
of intention wrapped,
and woven endlessly
around a gaping space of emptiness
chock-full of energetic collectives.
Each an individual unto themselves.
I think, maybe, that’s what angels are.
Accumulations of many universes;
pulsating orbs of holographic light,
teeming and erupting with the knowledge
of a love that cannot be contained
by illusory space.
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Sacred Self (Voice Unknown)
The spirit, soul
being, whole
One seeing mind
open to find the divine inside
One, seeing mind
to merge, emerge
bestow and grow
Surrender to the everflow
To sleep in deep, cut through me
Ocean of patterns, possibilities
Without a vessel, spirit consumes me
to sit in this unity
Am I thinking, feeling, seeing
Does reality flow through me
in intimate silence, mind wide
duality
I am quiet, true
unseen
but i can’t hide
these feelings
Are thoughts my own, when all things spring
from a source that’s forever branching
onward into ignorance,
whilst knowledge keeps advancing
So i’m dancing in the action
of solitude and truth romancing
a fool who takes a chance to be
alone but Love is seeing me
In endless conversation
with vibration, i am free
but i would shackle myself
cuff my hand to yours
to be known in this temporary moment
without knowing what’s in store
To be adored
drip with me in poetry,
and know the voice unknown
amor
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A Tempered Temper
The present moment is my happy place
And, when I step back and appreciate
all my woes and worries are erased
I’ll simulate the energy of peace
when anger and impatience ravage me
and the world seems chockfull of instability;
because, when I remember to breathe,
I don’t surrender my power to a feeling
Sometimes I find I’m faced with a choice
Life can leave me feeling as if I’m without a voice
All things appear so dull and strange
My heart, aching for a change
And I can choose to lose it;
let my rage consume and guide me
My power, when I abuse it,
unleashes pain I hide inside me
Seeking to subdue, control, or placate
is a futile effort
We must waste our energy
to weaken what we wish to subordinate
Strength only doubles when we work together
Such is the same with one’s self
Fighting inner pain just drains
and serves to lessen health
Nothing else remains
and one retires again to rest
I’ll step back, and take a breath,
and remember what it’s like to be at peace;
let my soft awareness spread
from in the deep of me,
and assess
with love, encouragement and patience
any problem that keeps me from seeing beauty
Because love lives in the aching heart
-in the wandering mind
Love, is what we know, what we might find
It is why we yearn and ache
It is why we persist, in spite,
or for the sake of it
So,
when I find that irate individual;
my mind and the world in turmoil;
when I can’t catch a break,
I can’t focus, can’t think,
I will remember love
is the nourishing thing
at the crux of being
It is the keystone
to the door to new pathways
of consciousness and coalescence
of presence and connection
of Love itself
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Tender ache of beauty
reaching in the heart
that feels itself when melting
To be one with oblivion
but knowing
I am cascading
wonder cast asunder;
a cavity left to fill,
inundate me, now
Stuporous; wine drunk,
on the awe of creation
I am breaking, macerating
this weary vessel
Grinding every last speck
into pulp
Heart broken: heart open
And I love, not blind
I simply cannot, for the life of me,
pry my crying eyes from the sun
Nothing left but warmth
I merge to emerge
amidst, but amix
This yellow light shifts white
Like every other star
in a sky, bespeckled
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Joyful Teardrops into Infinite Seas
I want to live in this state
where every breath feels like vaporous gold
my blood is ablaze with the violet flame
and the gravity of cosmic, elestial ethereality
suspends each simple speck of being,
pulsating with transcendent, growing energy
Aperture adjustment;
light parts the mist of the physical
a bloom, returned
consumed in energetic being
seeing through illusion
I want to transmute
the frazzled, festering things
that constitute the dissonant;
returned to harmony
with a decisive tap!
like liquid crystals flipped
to shine white light
Melt the astral ice
entice my mind and soul
to cascade into the ocean;
dissipate my shaking being;
make me feel whole
I am love. I am love. I am Love.
I am nothing.
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