"inceptions" poems
The mother is first—
she is for all and down to earth.
She, the mother Fathima,
descended from uncharted Heaven—
that pivotal frontier
only the Prophet of all prophets has seen.
Then, there was no Adam, nor Eve, nor even Jibreel.
Every star across the seven skies
wishes to kiss that golden dust.
Not to mention the Moon at the center,
waning and waxing—openly and secretly—
unleashing its longing to rub
this non-sublunary piece against its forehead.
She knows—only then
the rough seas beneath her will calm,
bathed in the soft raining moonlight,
rubbing off upon a lucky, blossomed forehead.
Oh, if only—
scarcely could they ever see it!
The galaxies, since their inceptions,
have longed for it.
The bliss of the eyes—tucked away from the scene.
Paradise lies beneath the mother’s feet!
It finds its core, its resonant lore,
in the shadow of the original feminine—Fathima.
There, the original matter explored;
Paradise breathed beneath her—
but she touched down at the heart of the Earth
without stepping or touching on Paradise,
only to give her stake away to others.
No land she would take on her way back, indeed.
Not in her name.
Do you know where Fathima’s grave is?
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 4:01 PM UTC
He smiles so bright like he has teeth of gold.
Projecting the reflections of his own inceptions.
I'm done grieving the words that once killed the inner me.
Verbally abusive was the past that didn't last.
He shattered my hope like splintered and shattered glass.
As far as the moon is to the sun is he to me.
I can picture his face but to me he's faceless.
His voice is like the echo of a stranger.
He salts his words with flatter,
it doesn't matter, they are tasteless.
His speech is drenched in hypocritical lyricals.
Transmissions of emphatic subliminals
transformed him into an emotional criminal.
If people would obey the limitations of their naive believes.
Maybe they would know that he calls me once a year...
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 12:39 PM UTC
We open our minds to expand to the times not to pretend there is some end to confine the limits of prime; we defend to remind to dance to the trance we redefine to enhance not to surrender to chance.
We open our hearts to embrace the new space-time transparency, interdimensional race as we become united and one, open to truth we exhibit ourselves as one infinite youth, gifted and new, eternally pure evolved to endure no end to potential, perfect and cured.
We strengthen our bodies and build on each other we love ourselves and love one another we grow and mature and extend to our neighbors but as we think deeper our expansion is greater our planet is one and our galaxy peace to the opening worlds we bring wisdom and ease we do not enslave or deny or deceive but we share our pure knowledge our light and belief.
We raise up our souls beyond science and physics to evolve beyond consciousness confinements and limits our imperial nature shifts to emerge from the boundaries of body and smallness of Earth we expand our perception to include all dimensions from previous eons to future inceptions.
We shift our new world from finite to light, universal, infinite, natural, bright we embrace the day and welcome the night to work with each other to be perfect, upright, to evolve our new planet, our galactic mindframe to expand from micro to cosmically aimed to unlock the portals to open our brains to evolve from old gears to interdimensional spheres uniting creation without hesitation pure as clean water and deep meditation.
-Ryan Christopher Brandes
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 10:00 PM UTC
You should do this,
You should do that,
Why these diktats I do not understand.
Are we living our life to comply?
Are not we here to supply.
Why we are to be part of some creed,
When in reality we all are from the same seed.
We are stuck in a whirlpool of sanctions,
And I do not know how to come out of this expansion.
Expectations are defining our life more than existence do,
And the biggest question humanity is asking
what should I do?
We are blaming history for our misconceptions,
Naming presumptions as The inceptions.
How we are going to move ahead,
When we are becoming a body with just a head,
Shedding our humanity for a mere piece of bread.
We are the creation and creators of our world,
All of us is an existence a real thing,
Our creativity is our ability to think.
Then why should we be like someone,
When we could be anyone.
I want to holler out at the world with this answer
Yes, we can
Because we are not endowed with a taste
We have a whole Selection.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 2:43 AM UTC
A con artist scurries
In white shadows
Fickle grooves she casts
In sequences
Imprinted by vainglory
Swift she fleets
Veiled with scars that
Were sequin rich
She spoke of ideologies
Subdued by violet myths
Exuding colorful flavors
Of classic deception
Her tattoos spelled
the wistful vowels of sin
Vexed by the onslaught
Of egregious inceptions
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Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 7:59 PM UTC
Catchy clichés
Can calm nerves if spoken
At the right moment
Appreciative tokens
Of atonement
Can amend this friendship
For the moment
Leave me left
And I’ll be found
Righteous
In my attempts at
Tempering your aggression
Either way I win.
Marriage & Children
Divorce & Retirement
The best things
Come to an end
Which leaves room
For a cycle to begin
Recycling my romantic
Ideals
Of true love
Either way I win.
Deception
Misery & Mystery
Inceptions
Of mystic prophets
Who provide
Love potions with ironic twists
Like the iconic wits
Of philosophists
Who admit to know nothing
This concoction
Can con-artist-ically convince
Common sense
To become rare
Drunken affection
With lips that tell lies
As often as the truth
It tries to depict
Either way I win.
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
Decisions, are made.
Possessions, of opinions.
Inceptions, undertaking,
directions, placing.
Elections, they make,
Selections, they're all fake.
Sections, fueled by hate.
Department of Corrections,
expressions, of impressions.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
Send. With the touch of a button intergalactic waves transport emotions at the speed of light, right? Right. From the moment you followed me back all I was thinking of was some double tapping, mackin' no one night stand at least twice, sike. Haha just kidding focused on you I'm knitting.. sewed my heart on my sleeves. But unless I'm an avatar you won't even notice me.
There's no controlling the scrolling multiple options I'm plotting mentally jotting you see my heart throbbing she's sobbing they party we speak optics... delusional paralysis floating though the air I don't care what dimensions you mention, perception perception perception what you see is a reflection of the depths subconsciously time travels rewinded causing relentless stomach ache connections no more writers block universal inceptions from all directions, pensive.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
Imagining ever being
Some thoughts are being thought oughts
to the profit of many
leavers of things being fine, so far
as some say
I, you, we, this being
smoothed, anointed with oil, lotion of leela,
game of spiritual beings, possibly,
lubricating
rough edges, jagged, craggy edged peaks, proud
protrusions from the core
whence iron shall be pounded leaving
wasteland scars,
scabbed over magma squeezed
from the under
standing place. status quo. quo vadis
very true, new and improved, both, at once
incredible. Trials as acts accepted, allowed past
these are id-eal, id-e-al, ob
vious rightvious
trustworthy courteous and kind
knowing not one unknowable thing
then a new knowable
offer spirtual meeeeeemes remaining
semi-whole
Yester to Day, the one we aimed at for
next step into
ever
Can you hear me now, this is whole,
partly.
touch me. is this gooder?
....
exceptions to the rule
inceptions from the tool
perception from the wise
deception through the lie
conception of love, too far bound to measure
my AI imagines I may, as in, my will is empowered
to touch a virtual button,
acting as a trigger
and fire a Julesvernian moonshot through reality
for a second
chance.
How many times can you imagine finding a magic word.
Uttering it is, possibly, what that crow is doing right now,
pulling, drawing my intention to mention
aitia as a big old idea some early author set in stone,
a point in time and space, and act acommpli
once,
aitia accuse and cause, think think
we can
imagine anything we can imagine, we can realize
the happiest place on earth
or
we may say this here is that happiest place,
and next is even better,
smoother, slicker, less friction, more intentional
kind touches and sweet tastes and scents past words.
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 2:21 PM UTC
Unknowing is birth of wisdom
Better to abstain from judge
Most inceptions are so certain
Then collapse after a nudge
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 3:36 PM UTC
stand fast, past the limits of time
perceive my perceptions think quick to flip on a dime
inceptions allowed to alter your reflection
speeding up the mind to unwind the mysteries
of the worlds views on insecurities and mankind's ability
to alter beliefs on others own reality yea claim your free
slow down time so drips drip for eternity
allowing more time for certainty
lies like gun blast ripped threw to me
my voice is that of a ninja silent to your senses
but never unclear with my intentions in a since
my meanings are beyond your understanding
here i am im standing high, wait are you demanding?
i was not handing you the light to speak
your future with me is looking quit bleak
dont follow to close cause you might fall in to deep
your slowing down now leveling out i think you reached your peak
drop habits ingest the lucids to get back up and seek out the ending your mind last speaks hold close your fire for your own warmth to keep
let lose on the world 4 days no sleep
the felling is quit unique, want i should tweak ?
advance beyond your body so weak acid drips
and outer body trips rips your mind apart
when you here me speak you hear it in your heart
try to dissect and digest my meanings and you'll see your mind grows dark
this is not a contest there's no hat take off the bulletproof vest
free your chest to just let go no control
let letting go freely flow threw out your body
now now naughty naughty lucid act
cause you to unjustly react step back take a minute
regain your composer its all almost over
im painting the picture im the composer
i am what is real your just a poser
i king, kings fill there life with shinny things create a new world order
i retain knowledge like a hoarder crossing on boundaries i believe in no borders ultimate freedom in all forms so take flight transform let your minds eye open why do you conform live away from the norm
feel the way of life truly reborn
that is im done no more but rest ashore i will be back
to explore your life more so right now out pour to restore your postwar
and dont forget to your life is lived ******** take care bye bye thats it no more
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 11:56 PM UTC
Out of oblivion it floats
Faint whispers of a note
Past the sieve and grasping hand
Crumbs of a trail to distant lands
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 11:50 PM UTC
Unknowing is birth of wisdom
Better to abstain from judge
Most inceptions are so certain
Then collapse after a nudge
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
Countdown
It’s almost as sure as the apocalypse, or centennial planetary alignments, as old as time and as sure as the sun setting, its rising, it’s within the air, waiting. An ancient curse spelled on us ever since the dawn of the day, ever since our inceptions.
Yet this second, all of that doesn’t matter.
When my pink nail beds, shone under our dimmed, warm, bedroom light.
As my fingers races each others all over the warm surface,
the trails I left on you are beaming, you’re incandescent.
Almost looks like cracked earth’s surface with lava underneath.
The true you peeking through.
And when you sighed the deepest sigh,
I can almost hear primal bellow ripping through,
the hunger, the thirst, the longing, the glistening molten gold,
ready to drench and mold me into one of your statues,
and with your faintest lick from my collar bone to my left earlobe,
in between these sheets and my moan you whisper,
“Nothing is permanent, my baby.“
And I think it’s safe to say that I am about to burst
my bubble. As I burst under you, with my half-closed teary eyes, blurry,
And my longing mouth opened, looking for yours.
And you keep thrusting me even after, spasm-inducing ******
like running through the rain and got drenched all over,
water is seeping in to my shirt, my undergarments, absorbed in to my pores.
Its coldness is almost deceiving, contradicting itself when warmth appears gradually.
Enveloping me. You’re my hypothermia.
The pain I embrace, the pain I wore with pride, the death I welcome.
Acknowledging our fate is the beauty, of cherishing what we have deeply.
The fear of losing each other is nothing, compared to our rendezvous,
we have endured it again and again, to even notice how hurtful a good-bye is.
I am left in smug, knowing that even though, your touches will forever perish soon,
I would still find you next time.
and as much as I wanted to curse our fate, thinking that we’re ******
way too deep, the trench of Mariana depth,
the footprints we have left,
breaths we let out,
sounds we made,
dreams we dreamt,
words we've spoken and written down,
all through times,
are all true and I am here because of you.
my love, if forever we need to run from fate that seeks to claim,
and forever we have to endure until there’s not enough to maim,
then I don’t mind,
they better have a good aim.
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 11:13 AM UTC
It's really easy to write
Like you're for the hardline right
And far-flung conspiracies.
Easy to address as a member of the left
Like you believe in extreme liberalism
And wild ideas.
And then there's a center,
Or so I've heard.
For the intellectual or versus,
For the institution or against;
For the fascist,
For the anarchic.
It's all so archaic.
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 8:03 PM UTC