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vircapio gale Sep 2012
wakefulness demands a certain clearness when asleep . . .
it doesn't come as planned
"tat tvam asi"
LaBerge says to me in dream of me
"this world you are, withstanding even torments thou art never seen."
and that's enough to suffer aching, opaque psyche summit, forward
heart to rise an interspecies knell when danceless fades the bee in droves...
aimless whales who singing deep in love are cut from evolution's murky chain...
fungal blight of hibernaculum, in deafened sonar sending sudden drop of death;
to horror fragment melt, the ocean swill from ancient caps to sunken polar paw
diverse in massacre of tropic forest fertile mists, lives dispersed
and balance tipped from blindness not unlike the sterile statue's, there
                                                          i­n dusty courthouse corner, shadow-lined with infamy...
what imagined cartoon causal Captain Planet              
                            villainy to blare across oneiromantic globe? and (dreaming?) civil strife,                  
       eradication's alter triumph pose to measure blame in inner life?
of empiric meditation's top, in *******
churning out abuse in deeper,
                                                         ­   younger hidden traffics yet to terrorize the net...                                  
                                             the scraping of the sky had punctured through                                
                         ­                                      from metaphor to fact
                                       the sooty barbs
                            in radiance rebound    
and irony affected 'green'
                  folds crisis and solution into one                            we hope
                like what we say we are, becoming change                      in wartime summer fling    
we                                                        
say we can in world of 'me'                                      
in guilt-assuaging verve
                                  the heifer-gift to village fief
    but then to rest against organic pillow-conscience gray                                                             ­       
                                                               soundly snoring smokestacks fill from ground to sky
still for sly investment windfall   fog  billow, shake...                             
transcontinental scape of dream imbued anew:
i am the genie of my ownmost inner lamp
in dreamtime-being spacious constellational of reach distilled
in contemplation's tratak zoom mInute
   with jet black finger trace
    i net                                                              ­                                        from out the inter-earthen air                
                                             ­                                              the lump on lump of coal
                massaging from                                                             ­      as if an ivory atmospheric                  
lift                   of      weight  
                           the sculpture of our past condensed in elephantine ******
                                                 miasmic fossil shower-haze of sporogenic fear,
mneumonic nail-tusk night of carbon-spirit back into its hold -- originary dark,
Dark light from burning black                                                 once again contained                                                      in elemental subterrain                                                       ­                                                       
         ­                                        --now it underlies the ground inside for triple shielding outshine
--outer-- light to cool us breathing once again . , ,    
false convenience in abeyance in a human time!                                
i am right now of inward self my soul supernal carbon imprint copy                             
for accounting every speciesistic mind to open wide enough and quell the "all-too human plagues--                                                                           ­       cheering all penultimates, in beams reflecting ante-truth          
                                                 down halls of mirror-minds that lightly discourse
on the ingress of a centaur saving power
channeling the leylines of inception,
ecstatic dreamworld of apotheosic glee:
parting the eidetic clouds,
commune an avatar intentionality . . .
ensorcelling the foodstuffs of the world to feed a dozen million refugees,
insectile diet pride attends in homes of affluence,
the abstract mass of media, become eupeptic cud of understanding bats and even bees--
for biospheres a Goodall stewardship arrives
(her perfect chimp call too resounds across the earth!)
and dwindled frogs their former ponds (unknown, destroyed without a sound)
return to chirping vibrant green symphonic swooning life
the glacial march of tears to halt . . .
all ecosystems rife withall
the panegyric of marshlands globally reborn  
along with shining waters, algaeic sun alive at play
in double-helix breath of dolphin families' bubble art
a sudden resurrect from ****** harvest cove arise cascading joyous leap
on final absence of the metal herding knock of trapping pods
no longer hacked in waves of pink, mere preparations for a restaurant sink--
they are free to swim the depth of worldheart dreaming unknown dream entire real again
marine apsaras dip in spectra (flicker eyelid) rays, reintroduce the dawn
her fine apparel calling forth transhuman destinies
unsplicing brilliant minds from ****** task of splicing GMOs
recycled randomness accepting death before we die
mycelium in runs of spilling-- all undone --
migrational attuned our resource use
and CSAs to thrive in eco-city scapes
no solopsistic somniac pretends
--the dream imbued in final hue
a momentary lapse, creationary flux--
the bombs defused in flick of wrist
indentured and enslaved, imprisoned innocents, oppressed and even self-deprived released
through selfhood's metaviral claim
ground of each dependent intertwining
whatness will to be
a place in which to hum in tune or out of tune
to heal and in a another dream aside from this perhaps with me partake
in true oneiric panoply of conflict held
--with permeating rigpa geogaze--
colliding ideologies transmuted into trust
in panharmonium of varied vision
and what the ever present boons of real, imagined symbol-real
create awake












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Peter Heerings Jul 2015
The danceless swan

Whenever she felt danceless
She got her dancingshoes
Whenever she felt senseless
She just made up her mind
Whenever she felt restless
She closed her eyes and travelled
Whenever she felt useless
She looked into the mirror
Whenever she felt careless
She danced her requiem of broken dreams
And when she did she became  the swan  of the doubting but yet hopeful believers in the good of human kind-
Peter Heerings July 2015
Brett Aug 2021
Magenta and Reds, Cerulean and Blues
Piano paint splashes the mind of the fool
And makes him create, mostly mistakes
When trying to illustrate his own point of view

Hopeless and Danceless, Broken Old Romantic
Wooden chair rocks him like a cradle for his ashes
And time doesn’t wait, for him only it fades
Stuck on the wake of waves perpetually crashing

Black Holes and Stars, Landmarks for Gods
He just sits and he orbits like a moon for his heart
Passing the days, a face for a frame
Symphony of flowers contrasting his rain
Henry Akeru Mar 2018
Glancing at the rain bathing the pane
We kissed tenderly as the lightning hissed.
Our nails ate into sumptuous skin;
This Love Will Tear Us Apart!
The electric music of washing water ceased.
The shy Sun, at last, was free from the prison of Creamy-clouds
We ran out to play and bath with the damp wind
Not knowing this Love Will Tear Us Apart!
In your eyes, I saw my frame beautifully crafted,
Cushioned with the mastery of wants and desires.
When our fingers lock I feel a surge of flame
Instantly I knew this Love would rip us Apart.
Nights turn to day and laughter to snoring.
Ticking time knacks its Danceless tune on plain walls
As distance swallowed up all space between us
That was when love TORE US APART.
The pains of a distant and helpless Relationship.
Sydney Victoria Dec 2012
I Have So Many Words I Wish To Say,
To Describe The Way I Feel,
Yet I Think I'd Be Describing It The Wrong Way,
I'd Have To Disect Them--Tear Off Their Peel,
My Days Are Lifeless, As A Danceless Ballet,
I Am Hopeful Yet Lost, Needing A Spin Of A Prayer Wheel,
So That's Why I Walk This Worn Past, Wanting To Stray,
Stray To The Less Traveled Path, Just To See How It Feels,
A Path Where I Wouldn't Have To Be Ruled And Obey,
Where Life Would Be Kind, And Keep It's End Of The Deal,
Where Nature Would Be My Friend--Where I'd Lose Count Of Days,
Where I Could Soak In Every Shade On The Color Wheel,
Where I Would Sit In A Bed Of Flowers And Watch Them Sway,
But Sadly I Cannot Live In That World Which Seems So Ideal,
I'll Just Have To Wait, Till This World No Longer Needs Me,
Till The End Of My Days
I'm Tired Of The Same Routine... Weeks Sluggishly Crawl By, Yet Time Goes By Horribly Fast, I Can't Put My Thoughts Into Words, Which Means I Cannot Do Them Justice

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