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Zhavaed Haemaed Apr 2020
I escape !
The eyes close,
My brain, a barn on fire
Burning; numb the sore
Sweat, tracing it's track
Swoop, the drool flows
Heaviness in the head,
Flash, ran the fly across
Light sways tumultuous,
Drumroll; a fleeting close
Lucid acid dreams,
Sweet almonds,
Thought of you.

And suddenly nothing.
Visions of a sleepy head.
scrawny Apr 2020
Lying in bed
with an aching head  
saw a glimpsed of moonlight
sipping through the curtains of white

my curious little head
got out of bed
draw the curtains
my sight is uncertain

because of what I'm witnessing
hundreds of firefly light
buzzing through the endless night.
George Krokos Mar 2020
We harvest the wind wherever it blows strong
and for all our efforts they end up in a song.
Together with the ocean's ebb and flow we make
a better world from the old without one to break.
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There is no more pollution in the air we breathe
the smogs of industrial waste no longer seethe.
Solar power is realised to be a non renewable resource
used only for the good of the world its original force.

All the rivers of the world that flow down from up high
have only water clean and fresh to drink of with a sigh.
And as they flow downwards with gravity's participation
are being utilised a lot more in hydroelectric generation.

The oil and coal once dug up from the bowels of the earth
are now things of the past no longer used to fuel a hearth.
Being too cumbersome and costly and very unsustainable
for the aspirations of those whose ideas are now attainable.

Peace and harmony with nature almost do reign supreme
there's hardly any natural disaster now that's unforeseen.
All the seasons of the year have realigned back in place
with rising temperatures and ocean levels curbed by grace.

Hydrogen fuelled vehicles of transport are commonplace
those polluting dinosaurs of machinery have lost the race.
Organic farming and produce is everywhere cultivated
into sustainable practices by education all are elevated.

Artificial intelligence and its technology does most of the work
there's hardly anything it hasn't been put to use for or can shirk.
Communication and surveillance systems are now at the stage
of knowing anything that goes on in the world or causes rage.

The weapons of mass destruction have all been disarmed
and their material used for construction and areas farmed.
Recycling of waste products is common in all the lands
nothing is ever just thrown away by any human hands.

Some interplanetary travel has been finally accomplished
the hope of finding life on other worlds thereby established.
New electromagnetic anti-gravitational power for propulsion
is now being used instead of the old nuclear fuel compulsion.

We all respect and help each other when we're in need
the watchwords are generosity and works of good deed.
Everyone is looked after by a universal health system
that's been built and provided which won't forsake them.

Capitalism and communism have both been discarded
humanitarianism is the new ideology highly regarded;
where each individual makes a positive contribution
and are rewarded well with their ongoing resolution.

Ignorance, the only real impediment to life, no longer rules
everyone's made aware of the value of knowledge in schools.
The Truth of existence as wisdom is replacing all falsehood
people everywhere are acknowledging their innate Godhood.

The religions of the world have all been unified into One
there are really no differences anymore to confuse some.
People of the world believe or worship in Love and Truth
that is Eternal, Infinite and Omnipresent since their youth.
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Something positive to read and meditate on rather than all the gloom we're facing in the world these days. Written in June, 2019.
Tiana Mar 2020
More than thoughts,
These are my dreams
To explore the unknown
and rule my kingdom alone
As a powerful Queen;
Excerpt from poem 'Visions' you can find in my profile
Erin Suurkoivu Jan 2020
The times have me gobsmacked,
petulant observer, no more endearing
than anonymous audience.

My own visions, shadows on cave
walls, storytelling secret
animal lanterns.
Jack Torrance Jan 2020
I wake up every morning,
and I just ignore the sounds,
of the absent ******* echos,
of a mind that’s gone to ground.
The motions are insanity,
that repeat and verberate,
beating voices through my head,
like ragged nails across a slate.
It used to drive me crazy,
now it’s simply just routine,
watching ghosts around me,
as they move through my daily scene.
There you’re making coffee,
and a laugh just filled the hall,
there you’re singing softly,
hanging pictures on the wall.
Then my mind shifts left,
into what I think is true,
but maybe I should lose myself,
and try to interact with you.
I know that’d make me crazy,
but let’s face it I am there.
I’m ignoring what I see,
but perhaps that isn’t fair.
Reality’s a concept,
and I don’t care if it’s not real.
I’d rather love the ghost of you,
than live a life that I can’t feel.
So tomorrow when I see you,
maybe you’ll smile for me,
and we can finally be happy,
at the cost of my sanity.
Star BG Jan 2020
And I shall board my train of thoughts,
taking seat to observe grand visions
from eye windows.

I sit with deep breath
feeling the breeze that hugs,
as moment by moment heart expands.

Poetic visions are everywhere
inviting me to align
to its magnificence.

Verse is infused in passing birds
that cover view framed by clouds,
AND
mountain peeks that reach high to touch sun.

In music that plays
while flowered meadows blossom,
AND
stars twinkle to ignite consciousness.

Even in a thunderous sky
that releases rain to fill eyes
AND
houses that mosaic the landscape daintily.

Lifetime ticket I hold,
as train waits at station of mind
to leave at any time.

“All aboard,” whistle echoes
between ears that open wide.
“All aboard,” conductor writer guide shouts
while everyday provides adventure
and every ride becomes new poetic masterpiece.

It is a train I love to board,

As window displays mirror of my life.
As pen gets readied and time flies past the moon.
Inspired by Cat. Thanks  First poem of the new year
M Grant Teague Dec 2019
A hero
A god
A king
Things I never will be

My place is set
My destiny cast
There is no motion
Not a fight, nor a chance

I will live
I will breathe
I will choke
I will die
As this meaningless
Vision of a guy
Psychostasis Sep 2019
Dreams shifting visions of reality being bent directly into my cerebellum.
It's nice.
The day's are Sunny, and the air is hazy with good energy.
The sun vanishes and night encapsulates my psyche.
I hear splinters of conversations.
Fragments of discourse hurled into my dreamscape from their proper position in time.

This has happened before.
Same stories.
No. It has not happened before this moment, not in reality.
But being given this gift comes with the curse of the unknown;
Knowing what is to come
But never having a due date.
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