#hypnosis
When “what have I done” finally sets in.
You’ll never be on board
for any war again!
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 3:59 PM UTC
remembering so vividly
the promises you spoke
the way they remained long after you left
the roses whiting away beside my bed
remembering is painful
but i can never forget
tried to smoke away, drink my regret
but you are at the bottom of the bottle
diagnosis
hypnosis
remembering too potent
Oct 17, 2024
Oct 17, 2024 at 10:17 AM UTC
Let's face it
its more ******** warfare
culturally they are used to faking it
as thimbles and chipolatas in ninety seconds
do not reach first base much less seeing stars on cloud nine
hence they woke and fake the reality they chose be it feel or fright
in woke solidarity against frustrations they cloned their made-up foe
what better than sturdy shining Mandingo loaded and tied up
there for the having to your heart's content
presented to you the untamed beast
the wild moor tooled hot and ready
raw animalistic unfettered passion
rock hard we can name him Rocky
that goer that delivers every time
the one that is all your men aren't
and can never be cause he's gifted
sleek like dolphin in rhythmic glide
tasty like fresh clean mushroom
Arabian stallion if ever there's one
with absolute pedigree and class
take a break from the mediocre
from the wham bangs no can dos
from the floppy quick-draws saps
imagine the dark horse with the most
in smooth soft pink leathery velvet
tis your secret your guilty pleasure
tis the obsession you made into a war
the fantasy that plays in your heads
tis behind fervours that haunts you
that you so well disguise in hatred
telling metaphors slip out Freud
hold him down, grind him hard
wear him out, let's wreck him so
the sado masochistic 'punishing him'
give him a hard time, it all says a lot
you twist innocent sentences into
****** innuendos and innocent actions
are falsely given ****** meanings
as morn noon and night you toil
you troll and agitate for attention
yes you twist turn bite and nibble
in Freudian throes you talk love
you glaze unrequited love relentlessly
you close your eyes and dream sweet pain
yeah! get real, its no psyche warfare
its a flutters obsession, it's the classic '
"The lady doth protest too much, methinks."
its how you float your boats and and get yer thrills
you better face it you're all addicted
It's an ******** War-fare and you all know so.....
Jun 22, 2021
Jun 22, 2021 at 7:11 AM UTC
You aren't entirely charmed to being whipped, if you don't take a moment to see what being merely "whipped" is even about. Showboating a charmed effect for something other than something else to "whip" itself back into shape! Lust! Ecstasy! All charmed effects without anything being whipped normally. When being whipped by a single charm defies ALL expectations for normal anticipations to fall prey to. Creating a very frustrating hypnotism functionality. Whilst also creating a very flustered trance that none can escape alone!
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 8:55 PM UTC
the moon pushes and pulls
with the ocean waves
of ebbing tides
and the swell of seawater
as it flows towards itself in blue and white curls
repetitive
hungry for anything
swallowing and devouring
deep beneath the surface;
a disturbance
yet captivating
tantalising in a way
like hypnosis
a dance which the sun can only dream of watching
as it clings on to the horizon
for a glimpse.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 12:22 PM UTC
Rid me of this burdensome curse
A power envied by many
Yet I have no desire for such
Let your eyes twinkle
Illuminating all that is beautiful and kind
With no influence from
The fright inducing hypnosis
Inside these piercing black eyes
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 10:05 PM UTC
ive been living on make out hill
ive been high on her touch instead of pills
she wont let me out of her hypnosis
anytime soon
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 11:33 AM UTC
Welcome to your first session
Of couples’ therapy.
Before we begin conversation,
I would like to share something with you.
New research has found that, in therapy,
A client’s motivation is the most important factor.
Here is one article about it. I have copies for you.
I devised an exercise to increase your motivation.
This is, motivation about what you want to have
…again, as a couple…what you used to have.
Though there are two of you, I will say "her"
in order to keep things flowing
and for other reasons we can discuss.
Please make your selves comfortable.
Relax your muscles, starting with your toes
And working your way up.
(Yes I know it’s funny…but it works)
Focus on your breathing—in and out.
Not big breaths, but calm, even, shallow breaths,
That create stillness. Drive away intruding thoughts
And focus on the present, on being relaxed.
Are you calm? Are you in the moment? Good!
Now…I want you to imagine an ordinary day.
Picture yourself coming home from work, or
Some other place. See the road as you drive.
You don’t judge it but merely notice it.
Look at the buildings and trees as you drive past them.
Is everything the same as always? Good.
It’s an ordinary day. A day in your life.
The sun is in the sky, the grass is green
And all is as it should be. You feel content.
Keep breathing. Relax if you have tensed up.
Now picture yourself arriving home.
What do you do? Where do you enter your house?
What do you say or do inside?
Now, imagine that there is no one answering your “Hello”.
What do you feel? Remember how you feel when
Your wife or husband said, “Hello” or “Hi” back to you,
Even if it was casual or not very loving.
You are home now and it seems there is no one there.
What do you feel? Are you worried? Angry? Suspicious?
What do you do next? Hang up your coat, put down your bags.
Maybe you have groceries and you go to the kitchen.
Take a deep breath and relax. It’s just like any other day,
You think.
Now imagine entering the kitchen finding her there
Motionless on the floor. Do you find this bizarre?
What do you feel when you see her?
Think…
Imagine that you run to her, heart in your feet,
Maybe your head spinning and adrenaline
Is keeping you conscious.
Imagine reaching down,
Calling her name, shaking her
But she doesn’t move. What do you feel?
Her skin is gray, her lips blue.
You don’t even feel for a pulse because
You know…she is gone. It seems that
Time stretches out like a long road
With a fatal car wreck on it.
Now comes the sick whirling inside,
The lightheaded improbability,
Do you deny what you see, what you know:
She is gone, but you fight against it.
Would you call for help? Perhaps you
Reach out to family, to a daughter or son,
As if they will know more than you
About what to do.
What do you tell them?
They arrive and enter that same world
Of stunned, disbelieving chaos.
When paramedics and maybe police arrive,
They are businesslike, quick: they’ve seen this before.
They are of little help to you
Except to examine “the body”.
Are their questions ones you can’t answer
Without indescribable pain?
Or do you not hear them at all?
Take a moment to imagine what you feel.
And as they take the body away.
You may watch the woman you love
Being zipped up into a bag,
Of perhaps someone had the sense
To put you in a soft chair like a baby,
To guard you from that sight
And speak softly, knowing
That your mind is barely there..
As you sit there, perhaps sipping alcohol,
Or maybe taking a sedative.
Things happen around you.
Are you a paralyzed fish in
A glaucous aquarium?
Or do you rave against the unreality
Of this thing?
Think…
Perhaps more relatives or neighbors arrive and hover.
You watch them cry and maybe
You think they have the right to grieve
More than you, for this was their mother
Or daughter and in the chaos,
Your love for her is ignored by all
Except you.
What are you feeling now?
Do you watch the show
Vaguely, remembering
Instead the things you wanted to tell her
But never said,
The places you said you would go
But never went,
Or worse, the hurts you inflicted
But never healed?
Imagine what this would be like.
You might cry yourself to sleep this night,
Or lie there, still numb, saying over and over,
“This isn’t happening.”
Now imagine the funeral;
Are you dressed in black
And do you do what your family does
On these days?
Did you see her again and say good-bye?
Or did you have the casket closed,
So as not to look at her like that?
Perhaps she was cremated
And when you arrive
At the cemetery, there is just
A small, stone box, a pretty one,
Like the one she had for her jewelry.
And it all floods back:
A scene of her, sitting at a mirror,
Putting earrings on and combing her hair.
Think…
How does it feel to know that
You will never see her again
In this life?
You know what is next—
The solemn procession
The loved ones weeping
Or standing stone still
And little ones, confused.
The words are read out by
Someone—a religious leader
Or just a funeral director.
Does it matter? Do you listen?
Sometimes the funeral is hardest,
Or for some, the easiest part;
It is scripted and you can walk through
The rituals, the reading of expected prayers.
You are silent on the ride home,
Feeling strange in the comfort
Of a limousine—so foreign yet sterile.
You watch the others’ vacant faces to see
What they feel, hoping for a clue
About what to say.
But nothing comes. Not even after
You are home, looking at the unaccustomed crowd.
Why are they here, chatting, eating, getting drunk
When you just want to be alone?
People say things but you hear vague words
From another language that you've forgot.
Some people even laugh or giggle;
Do you want to slap them?
Or are you grateful for the distraction?
Finally, as the morning wears down into
A cold afternoon, the black-dressed figures
Start to disappear. Some just touch you,
While others wrap you in their arms
And you don’t know why.
Some family members mills around,
Fussing over details big and small.
Some are things that she used to do
And you ignored them. Now
You wish you had watched her
Put food away, or fold things—perhaps
You would even offer to help.
You would do anything now…
And you would give anything
To see her move, smile, even to herself.
You would smile at her and say, “I love you!”
for no reason.
Think…
Now listen to your own voice
Saying that you need her.
But that is all done.
Perhaps you spend a night
With someone in the house,
Who stays to watch you.
After all, you have put on a show
So they won’t worry too much.
And on the second day,
Nothing seems real.
You are not the type who talks
About anything deep.
Yet maybe you feel sick
And would talk if you could.
Do you keep thinking she will
Suddenly walk in?
This is very common.
Hours groan past, elongated.
Sometimes, throughout the day
There are shocks to your system,
Electric shocks of reality.
You see her body again,
Or the coffin, the stillness of death
That is incomprehensible.
Sunset comes like an anodyne,
You think...
Night will blanket the loss.
But when your loved one or your neighbor
Leaves at last.
You are not glad to be alone,
As you used to be, sometimes,
When the expectations
Of marriage annoyed you.
When to be alone was a relief.
And now that feeling is alien.
You want nothing more
Than to spend the evening with her,
Sitting together on the couch,
Watching a favorite show
Or talking of interesting things.
Yet even those ideas are painful now.
She is not here and never will be again.
Slowly, reality seeps in, like rain
Into the soil around a tree
Or the dirt on her grave…
You sink into the seat, melting
Under the weight of grief.
The house seems to echo with her
Voice and you keep thinking
She calls to you as she used.
And you hear yourself
Snap at her, annoyed,
As you so often were.
Why was that? You don’t know now.
You were selfish, distant…
So many times, but why?
Think…
If she were alive now,
What would you say or do,
To show her you love her?
There is a ticking clock somewhere
And you can’t remember its place.
The house echoes again,
Not with her voice,
But with the long, empty sound
Of despair.
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC
Close your eyes.
Let your body relax.
Let every tissue, muscle and fiber dilate into the clouds.
Collapse into dust, into the other world, break out from this planet.
Reach out.
Way out there in the middle of nowhere, where nothing even exists, where you will soak in a cosmic bath of star waves.
Where you can drift on cosmic waves of energy then slowly dilate into a more vivid world.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 1:12 AM UTC
******
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The seat of the earth trembles in the sky;
The goddess was shaking
Afraid of me.
I want to go - to the sixth part of heaven, in front of God.
I have an emergency meeting with him.
I do not want to allow the gods to let me go, I started slapping!
I do not trust myself!
I started giving birth to the children of goddesses!
I took the children of the goddess, children and goddesses of the world, to punished of their father.
Hypnosis
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1.
Keep thinking, your skin color is red
You are in No Man's Land,
There are no obstacles in this way.
Here the birds have big ears.
And sparrows sing songs
You're going to the top of the steep mountain
Underneath the clouds,
Chocolate plated in a frozen ice cream,
There is no cure around.
The cloud is on top of the alignment
Imagine going to go - there is not a moon or two moon,
Blue-colored devil gets death trap
Over the snare is the zodiac
Red-blue red to blue stars
Have to look
Will be dawn.
2.
Eyes look downward,
Think of the way dust,
Grass Look at the side Grasshopper now let's take a long jump. What a strange! What a strange!
The frogs roared in the grass, and called for the calling of the grass, and called to the neck! Diffusion white water, do not get thirsty rainy taste! Dreams Bona,
The Book of Revels Rehale, looking at the sky, think the sky, and no magic!
The insect of any corner of the world will not be missed by one eye, after seeing in your sight all the insects that eat insects by insects. **** it
By the heavens! By oath of the green grass, the day of Mute!
You were not born to die because you died!
I
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I asked the mountains, the sun, the moon and the creatures, "Who am I?"
Their necks were then bowed down. Me and
Hundreds of millions of mountains, the sun, and the moon fell down and said, "The head of my lord is set up, we are becoming entangled!"
Then I turned to God.
Then I asked God the same question.
My neck was high then.
God asked me to kneel down the neck!
I played thirsty, because I immediately recognized my existence and identity!
wounded
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Walking the long way
Leaflet
Under the feet
Under the floor
Injured wings
My body is dead
The venom of poison
Do not believe to be killed!
Began to be pained
Seeing the unstoppable clumps
Apex venomous snake
Look at the tune only!
Bachelor's
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A bird's ears
There is no other wings.
A bird cry
The other goes on the roof.
Trapping a bird
Others go to the moon.
They are all birds of the age
Home in the same state
After a bird smile
The rest of the others!
They also at the Gherfhere
One goes to the sky,
Where is the destination of a bird?
No one knows!
Prayer
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More than once I tried
My neck is not lowered!
There is a lot to leave outside the suburbs
I do not feel good..
Where did the god worshiped, where did God go?
Why do not you see me?
What a weird mood
Worshiped on the Lord's footsteps
Every evening and every morning,
My Lord's worship is no more
Do not mind!
I lost;
This is an unbearable pain!
Why do not you see me?
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 9:15 AM UTC
It is as if the world
is in a state of Hypnosis
allowing ourselves to succumb
to the 'Moral' Absolutists
letting them carve us
into statues of Uniformity
Masterpieces created
to be subjects of society
that instead binds us tight
with chains, numerous in form
watered down to be symbolized
as proper; Values and Norms
That can never allow us to identify
as who we truly are
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 4:37 PM UTC
feel your body _sink down_
your hands and feet are numb
_half awake, half asleep_
melting into the blanket underneath you
all there is
is your breath
_in
and
out_
and the kindest voice
explaining and guiding
you
d
o
w
n
to even deeper relaxation
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC
One blink, two blink . . . You were there
On my left
With your rolls of tissue
With your nasty handwriting
With your cobalt blue pencil case
Laughing about how we were so alike
Playing innuendo bingo games
I hated wearing glasses but
You said I looked handsome with it on
Past
Three blink, four blink . . . I'm not there
But you are
With your Constantine
With your batman wallet
With your white duty coat
Whining about how you hate studying medicine
Telling you to quit smoking though knowing I'm nothing for you
Wandering where it went wrong
Was it my confession that changed us?
Present
Five blink, six blink . . .
I can't . . . I don't want to!
Why?
Because I've predicted . . . I've seen it all
Please . . . continue
Five blink, six blink . . . Should I be there?
You on the aisle
With your sleek tux
With your big goofy smile
With your bride or groom or whatever tf you are into . . beside you
Seeing you happy makes me breathless
Introducing your new partner to me
- " Babe, this is my old best friend."
- " Hi, I'm . . . "
Wanted to say something
Wanted to pull out whatever that is blocking my throat
A pause . . . a breath
- " Hi, I'm his nobody."
Future
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 9:37 AM UTC
a contortionist
that dies
with candy
in hand
was vexed
in vanguard
and settled
improvisie with
flavor in
his lore
with a
spoon registerEd
delight and
never would
discriminate trouble
with women
in awe
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 7:47 AM UTC
How do I put it?
Well...
Your eyes
Emeralds
Crystal clear emeralds shielding utter mystery
Words...words...words
I'm trying to find the words
To compete with your beauty
Bear with me for a while
Delights reflecting the sun rays
Incompetent habits of mine trying to serenade
Everything you've ever planted inside of me
Can't you see?
Oceanic pearls hidden under the sea
Driven wonders of destiny
I'm talking to you
No no,
The magnitude of astrology couldn't put into words
Your dazzling pair of stars glazing elegance
Can't you see?
How you blind me...
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
*I love you
Even after everything that have happened
The feeling still refuses to die
And it doesn't change
No matter what I have tried...
I tried to hate you,
But it only made me cry.
I tried to speak ill about you,
But it only brought me pain in the end.
I have tried to forget you,
But everything around me
Reminds me of you.
Coffee, I can't drink
'Cause even that will kickstart the memories.
I have lost the will
To go to school
Because of the simple risk
That I might see you...
I wonder if hypnosis can help me
So I can forget
All the memories
That involves you
'Cause no matter what I do
Then I'm still in love with you...*
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 5:38 AM UTC
My fate lies beside
Two parallel lines
Their trust is a disguise
Behind their yellow eyes
If I could let my mind drift
Would this metal beast take the hint
And sway me over the bridge
To let me sink into the abyss
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
I am whole, one, contented and buoyant; as fulsome light I smile.
I'm crazed for her, craveth her I do; her slaver, her sable hair.
Her touch, her feel, her radiance; maketh me trance, hypnosis.
I was earthbound in mine bygone hour's, now elevated, towered.
She taketh me to unknown river's of life, a king, queen, man wife.
Thus wherein all is right, a perfect flight to peace and safety.
Mine Filipino baby, lifegiver to those whom hath none breath.
The only queen, within mine dream's; she heard mine screams.
And tis she's safety, from the bad in-between; mine Earl Jane.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
It's very unlikely
Could be deadly
How those paper with faces of the dead
Could manipulate or fill us with dread
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC
You've got me hypnotized
Yea, I know this comes as a surprise
Because my feelings are disguised
Your smile has me mesmerized
Everytime I think of you I get a chill
Knowing you have no clue as to how I feel
For a moment I imagine you're mine
Then I realize it's all in my mind
I admire the qualities of your thoughts
Morals and character many have sought
I want to say more than just hello to you
Tell you I adore and care for you
In a world that's so chaotic
My desire for you is hypnotic
Intoxicated by wisdom and words
My heart's singing various chords
The sound of a sweet melody
Of You and Me
Maybe one day I'll let you know
That I love the way you make me glow
Remembering life before your appearance
But focusing more on your presence
Right now it seems I have no choice
But maybe one day I'll hear your voice
You're the one who sets my soul on fire
Giving me the courage to inspire
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC