Poetry


DREM (DURING RAPID EYE MOVEMENT)

The ideas that role around my sleep are…
Fictitious in nature. Vapor of the salty and
Quench-less that is reality. My pink matter…
Trolls me knowing I want what is, though artistry,
Really a chimera. Somewhere between life and
Simulation lies my resolution; 4K platters of
Mixed memories centrifuged then fused,
Perfused into the best moments of life,
Large dose VS the small drips of the more
Beautifully grotesque constructs;
The building materials? Remorse and
The forgotten can be never lost, happiness
Seldom stays. Yet this gorgeous dream,
This seductive mirage of thoughts somehow…
Relives “me” through my loss and helps me
In my future.

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Just a little poetry. Call it what you want. Title suggestions???

I find solace in myself amidst the war outside… My troubles are close and my dreams await in peace outside of my grasp…

Solitude and confinement eases the mind and tempts the heart

Jovial accords instill ignorance to my reality

Live in the moment or die in the abyss, two halves of a circle twisted

Infinity now, live in the abyss and die in the moment

That’s more like it, that’s more like it, now it makes sense

Post 11. Slow Day

The moment passes me still

So fast, so fast. The stagnant I,

Stays grounded in transition,

The crossroads where a choice is present

Is unappealing. The want near naught

The will close to will not.

Yet! I complain. Motivate! I scream

Mentally; that drains me. Ah well

Ah well. These are periods of rest,

Recuperative thought, my next move,

Always the biggest, my last move

Always the step. Up the ladder I go,

I deserve a memorable rest.

Post 9. The First Final Frontier

A region in which reason exists

A place for space to be comprehended

The zone they thought was the omega

Why neglect the one thing yet truly explored

Physical state is something of marvel

The only organ that has a mental side

The only thing keeping you from absence

Why not sojourn me, once you understand

Wisdom brings you to the world you seek

Traverse the incline where it exists

I am a depth of empty thoughts

Not because of self induced void

But because of the mountain of neglect.

Post 6. Night Undeclared.

         Imagine this, absent spherical illuminescence.

      The night filled with stars but, none to look up to.

                                    Your nights sub par.

So, what do you, with the ruler of the night gone?

The who quietly reigns in partiality.

The one that when fully visible in the publics eye, 

they wish there was no sun.

At that moment, they want me to stay a little longer…

Just an extended stay, before the bright ray…

Peaks over the horizon to stay.

Post 5. The Homebound Wanderer

A footstep forward, ever closer to home

I know where I must go but, should I make it

Could I do it, my heart says no. I made this journey

But, it isn’t an adventure. There is no purpose,

There is no thrill, there is me seeking will.

Me trying to find, the power to fly, back to my

Abode, where I dwell in solace and in company.

That will and power I find a long the way will be

Worth it. Yes! It certainly will. Until then, I must walk,

Traverse the cities and towns, tread the mountains and hills

Sail the seas and oceans, navigate through my mind.

I wander till I stumble upon my home, where I can feel sane with myself alone.

Post 2. A poem of Solace

There is a time in ones life where you have to wonder

What am I suppose to do, this why must I ponder

Is it not just enough to live, and do what is most pleasing

That splendor of life is very much teasing.

The barriers of life, society, a singular force

Yet, a plural being transcending multiple planes,

Aims to block me from my heart and minds desires, of course.

Yes! Life is one giant game. Learn to play, land on broadway.

Ignore the rules land on broadway.

Understand the rules. Own broadway.

This is what we have been taught. But you not many understand.

Some choose to still stay in the stands.

Some choose to go with the flow, those coarse sands too are fluid.

Some rather go against the grain until, their life becomes lucid.

Against all odds, all 3 paths choose to struggle. 

Forever progression to a path of comfort, though some may never find

Or even taste that thing in the world that to them binds.