#conciousness
Fat across three ribs of a bright green leaf,
A dewdrop rolled onto my tongue beneath,
Served cold and fresh direct from nature's dish,
Filtered through limestone and the gills of fish,
This immortal moisture once ran like oil,
Down an ancestors back doubled in toil,
Laden with memory mossed on their tomb,
It nourished their children warm in the womb,
Through fauna and flora time and again,
Their essence combined recycled as rain,
A powerful force that dribbles and slings,
Dictating life to perishable things,
With a solution of all it has known,
Returned to the sea through everyone's home.
Aug 9, 2021
Aug 9, 2021 at 1:46 PM UTC
We've all got memes
Deep down in our genes
Passed down and passed out
Bursting our seams
There are memes in the air
Thoughts and feelings we share
Ideas spinning round
In the clouds everywhere
When was the first meme?
When two primates dared to dream
The same dream, the same things
Long before we had screens
I haz a bucket
A cheeseburger
A chair
I laughed and I clicked
I edited and shared
We're all forging memes
Fresh, new ones everyday
Memesmith is the role
That every poet must play
Memes are part of our soul
They're in our DNA
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 7:58 PM UTC
It is our mad fate
That conciousness
Unlived and unexiled
Rules
Like a prophet
Whose songs
Cry out in the dark
We stand
Defeated in exile
In front of
An aged mirror
Confused
We press forward
Sinking
In the presence
Of the absolute
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 12:25 AM UTC
When we are apart at night;
I find us behind the closed curtains of my eyelids;
Against the side of my skull where you have me pushed.
Back brushes bone
As I lie on foreign sheets
My fingers lace the curls in your hair
As yours curl my throat and finger the lace
That slips from my skin to the floor.
Your are not between these four walls
and never have treaded the space that they hold
Yet still your scent sends sparks skittering
as they spill up and over these spinal slopes
Our mouths meet with welcome;
And tongues intertwine in time to touch
Teasing - my teeth find a grip upon your lips;
And pull, to lead, in my mind,
As we move to the bed of the brain.
Alone at night I am flushed hot;
By the infernal cells that conjure you here.
With your skin against mine;
Above and beneath me;
We move in time to the rythm of blood,
And waltz through valves from chamber-
To chamber as I am reminded;
The thought of you is the thread that should never be pulled;
But always is;
And I did and I do;
Call me your most impatient play-thing
As each neuron leads to the next
Forming circuits that race me to you.
Each image-sensation floods this vessel till I am sunk, weakly overcome,
By the mix of memories that meet and merge,
Warm like the tides soaked in sunlight.
I swear by the power of the moon:
With every wave I am pulled an inch closer to you.
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 1:47 PM UTC
When my eyes are open
I can see this intricate, layered, sculpture in all its coloured and textured glory. I can see the colours of light, the shades of darkness. But sometimes vision is overwhelming. Sometimes I need to turn that sense off, to focus on the rest.
When my eyes are closed
I can feel more intensely, I can feel sounds as if they originate from the depths of my being. Bubbling up and oozing out of my perceived edges, dissolving them in the quest to be heard. If I listen long enough, eventually I become the sound, all sound, the wind, the insects, vehicles, children playing, the washing machine. It all comes out of the same silence that is at my very core.
I can see further with my eyes closed.
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 12:23 AM UTC
There is a blood
that is beating in my skull
that is gluing my veins
and is pulsing in some silence,
へへペ
but my hands are moving,
but my breaths are dripping
out and watching me
without reason or thought,
and my tongue is ticking too,
howling from me a language
I have yet to understand,
let alone voice,
and in the end,
へへペ
an urgency is returning me
as a snapped over twist,
leaving me without purchase
and bleaching my words stark,
so I wonder:
へへペ
what's in my bones
that's making me move?
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 9:18 PM UTC
A very important bird hit my mind with its beak,
With a message from the long lost leaves,
Shattered memories travelled to a far mountain peak.
You'll have to work hard to gather them so wear your greaves
I have come here as a delicate cue,
For your evanescent self to be soon in sight,
Don't be conquered and affright.
Towards the veritable direction, the bird flew.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 5:38 PM UTC
Fill the hollow crevice of my existence
With light, show me a warmer way
Stop numbness from taking over
I am slipping further0 into dismay.
Down the senseless pit of despair
My direction is out of control
Darkness paralyzes my mind
Strangling thoughts that crawl and roll
Constricting my body until I give up
I kick the air but cannot land a blow
The empty space will never stop resisting
The sound of my own scream has become my foe.
The endless void swallows my voice
Here the tears I cry fall forever
The lies I have told mean nothing now
I knew my will was always meant to sever.
Faced with nothingness all around
This is my life; a big black hole
It's slowly shoving me outwards
Little by little, pain taking over my soul.
Chaos has reality gripped
In a tight but unsure grasp
Confusing the mass of color
And motion contained in its clasp
Bullied by the tidal wave of isolation
Head above water though it is strong
Giving up the ability to move
Surviving by the current floating me along.
My consciousness is traveling lethargically
I no longer feel my torso or limbs
Attempt to wiggle a finger but it won't budge
It takes all my strength to speak and part dry lips.
This is where existence ceases
Where time's beginning meets its end
An unending loop of monotonous emotions displayed
A breif instant in which Eternity life does suspend
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
I am not alone in my mind
The
Echoing corridors
Home to the unknown
Turning corners
Wondering
When I will run into something
Someone?
Or Some creature.
A leech
Taking advantage
Of my fragile thoughts
Feeding off of my insecurities
So I try to have none
I
Strive towards confidence like holy water
Dousing my consciousness in hope that I might convince them to leave
Or maybe I'm just trying to convince myself
And maybe the leech is self doubt.
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 8:40 AM UTC
False leaders only want to control us
They create lies and tell us we are born impure and imperfect
never realizing we were created to be perfect
with a mind so susceptible to manipulation
we believe and believe, but all paths lead to the same door
I've opened it, we all hold the key to end this war
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC
Be wary that there are those who view others existence as a mere opportunity to use, or create profit off of. These people will barricade themselves beneath a facade, that will lead many to believe them. These people view their fellow human beings as property, and will use them for their own selfish-desires. These people are afraid of intellectual thought, and promote a sheep-like lifestyle. Some may try to use your imagination and destroy it, using you for their experiment.
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 1:15 AM UTC
Life holds so much beauty. Even if you tell yourself there is no meaning, it always finds a way to show us it exists. Acts of kindness, or the sun glowing in a sweet orange sky, our purpose is to create and enjoy this world together. There are only exterior forces which stop us from achieving this, and those forces are merely an illusion.
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 1:01 AM UTC
*If I could read you like a book
I’d read you from cover to cover.
What would I find as each leaf turned over
To find me more and more hooked?
Your expression the preface?
Your walk the reference?
Your thoughts - the appendix?
You should copyright all these.
Your table of contents
Your chapters and headings,
Short stories or pretense,
Or expression of longings.
Each page a blessing
Reader and writer forever conjoined.
Read/Writing without resting
No writer’s block or pages deformed.
One page flying into another
As the story of you unfolds.
Could I be a footnoted lover
With a love that remolds?
Or perhaps the main character,
One to gray and grow old?
Placing one hand on your spine
While the other opens the divine.
Oh if only I could read you like a book
I’d read you from cover to cover
Memorize every line.*
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 7:56 PM UTC
i see that they are watching me
and an experiment i be
but i cannot be bound
and i will not be oblivious
for there is only truth in conspiracy
- g.w
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 10:43 AM UTC
One must possess a certain level of chaos to live a life of liberation
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 12:37 AM UTC
Written here lies Death
Stolen from thorny bed
To ohcre hills supreme
Listen, Hark his corny scream.
Where ist thy rest
Thy nest
Thou bubonic plague
Thou quenchless drought
Thou fierant rage
Speaks silent midst of hill
Least silent under my windowsill
Aught but light takes this cheery gill
Not Death’s wide spread
Despite it’s fevered ill
In many minds doth overtake
In simple minds, an earthquake.
But gathered in our princely arms..
Big F You to these ailing qualms.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC
Then came the day
Our souls detached, forever to stay away...
Whether your spirit has awoken from dreaming
Elevated to new levels surpassing the ceiling
Never forget me
Wherever you may go
Wherever you may be
Never forget me
If there is a window through which you may be able to see
Show me the way so that I may be free
Take me with you in ease
So that we may come together
United in peace
Celebrating the wonders we've had and have yet to discover
Letting anyone not, break, the bond we share for eachother...
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 11:26 PM UTC
Magical, ethereal
A dark angel tip toeing on heart strings and violins
Smoke and mist and vapor dancing something ancient and secretive
A siren on the shore and a mermaid at the depths
Darkness and light incarnate
Effervescent, eternal
A black hole imploding, a star death
Beautiful and mysterious
Unending
Infinite, enticing, intimidating.
Perfection to the core, perfection in and outward
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
Sitting
in high places.
Windowsills,
balconies,
Roof top terraces.
The Eiffel Tower,
branches.
Looking
down as if
I am God.
Or just a crow?
Feeling
and looking
like art. Poised
to be observed.
Hang me.
In a gallery.
Climbing
through mud and roots.
Breathless
just to be higher.
Or I'll lean
over a balcony
and try
not to
fall.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC
Seeing things out of focus
Distorted views
Shadows on shadows
On walls that don't exist
Outside
The confines of the mind.
Tunnel vision
Through open fields
Blind to the wonders
That surround ones self
Happiness is
You're only lost
If others pave your road for you
Sounds of life
The echoes of death
Collections of thoughts
Meanings morphing
Changing
Losing and growing
Through individuals
Molding and defining
Based on the past
Events those of which
Are not shared
Where does the shallow end
How far do we go
Before something
Becomes more than skin deep
Walking backwards
Eyes closed
Turning around
Only to see
If the destination
Has been reached
Not knowing
What
The destination is
Scenic routes
No entry point
Mental landscapes
Lost in a shroud
Of doubt
Scent of rain with clear
skies
Life
Incomplete works of art
Eyes closed
Mind open for business
Musings
A collection of lost puzzle pieces
Dillusional
Abstract
Shapeless
Incoherent prose
The glass is either half empty
Or half full
Depending on the contents
Striving for more
Is the nature of everything.
Stagnant pools of empty thoughts
Time wasted
Following refractions of light
The abscence of light
Seeing only what others want
The future
Holds
What I chose to hand it
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
Not an entirely reliable structure
No years of cultivated security
But I can tuck my life neatly inside
Almost any opportunity.
Waited for years.
I made my move
Two backpacks
And one suitcase
Surreal is all
I’ve felt so far
Aside from lost
In love and why.
Ask yourself a question
Without immediately
Volunteering the answer.
If you know enough to ask
Then you should know
That you don’t really know.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
~~~<«»>~~~
a
spilt
second
where
the
spirit's
spark
meets
conciousness
and
our
pens
scribe
eternity
soulsurvivor
(c) 7/9/2015
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
How can I, idle?
Start and end is You my Lord!
No words! You with me
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC