"mentation" poems
*I am the quarry of my benighted psyche.
So crumbled by the fiendish enactments.
I dread the very persona
i've impersonated.
The damaging mentation have
inebriated my nous.
Clambering off from this lineament
is my quotidian.
I wish to be devoid from this self.
As it ingests my soul.*
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 1:16 AM UTC
Oh, but please spare my head of necessities
of the complexities
that are but trivial and non-existential
to the pursuit of living and thriving,
not in a pool of segregating ridden paper,
but in a bath of mentation and minds wide open.
And please bite your tongue,
when the lick of a serpent dances across your taste buds,
when you wish to deprive me that of a young mind
and youthful stride.
I do not wish to be at one with your negativity,
I wish to flee and sprint from your gloomy, pessimistic stint.
Rather, I invite you to join me in the pursuit of creativity,
to strive to leave your imprint,
of sheer, requited positivity.
But if you will,
without a plee,
I wish to help you swing with me
on practiced words and the fleet from stability,
I wish to take you on a stroll,
through and into the soul,
of nothing less than a dreamer,
of a hoper,
of someone so desperately fleeing
from the necessities of the complexities.
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC
Distilled concourse, the deep black sheep of space itself...
pin-pricked with breathing holes that burst light.
Everything lives inside its head...stars, star as proof
positive of other mentation.
Serenade their indelible station with Unknowing-Knowing...
mantric mothering.
Victors of the immaterial thumbtacking grayest matter.
Unshaken eyes cast for seership...voids swath and drown
in trying to connect them.
There you are...a starry entelechy...revelatory
inky night lo Light, showering your outer eyes instantaneously.
Beaming up an effigy of your earthly clay--encasing you in
the experimental color coursing a bubble greater than
a galaxy.
A supernova radiating your inner eyes.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
Darkness consumes me during the day
Leaves me empty without say
Asking it kindly with a whisper at night,
Make my pupil small,
Remove my cornea light.
Mentation pushing me 'round
In a mess is where I wound
The mental screen
Refuses to reveal itself
To the iris of this very teen
Full sockets begging to be closed
Understanding is disclosed.
Held open in custody,
Hauntingly alert
I wish for somebody.
To create a path so clear
For the darkness I do not fear
In promise of a reverie
In waiting of Nox
Slip me into lethargy
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 6:48 PM UTC
~Before there was a first for anything,
sound cleared its throat, to wet the Ocean.
Heavenly bodies had the *** of souls, that
came into themselves through the ******
of space.
Naked as what came along, as naked as what
came along...unlayered by mentation.
The purest and smoothest drafts, drafting
nakedness as the only symbol of arrival.
These gods and goddesses that kickstarted
the will of Will itself.
Are unendingly chanted first and foremost
of sound, enchanted to meet anything~
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
Lying in a pitch black void called my room,
I glance over at the clock;
Its 11:20.
My eyes return to the cold black ceiling.
Closing them softly I see all the mistakes I've made,
Race through my mind as though they were wild horses.
Silently I name each face I see that I've let down.
As I try to apologize for what I have done,
Their gaze is fixed towards me,
With disgust painted upon their faces.
A warm crystal tear dances down my cheek,
As the images melt away, my mind is at its peak.
About to explode I go into mentation mode.
Thinking of things I have learned in my life,
Don't apologize if the one whose acceptance you want you know you will not get
The smell of Autumn leaves swept through my window,
As though death was calling my name.
Here I lay still in my room,
And still not accepted.
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
Marvel the man’s mentation that meditates to manufacture memories in a mystery mind, to match music mixing onto a melancholic myself
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 5:21 AM UTC
A treat,
sort of like Treet,
goes down;
with force:
no sunlight,
just
gray
grey;
whichever suits the eyes.
Ghrelin,
feed me,
mentation;
salutations.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
Superman, caped
Superhero of your childhood
Who but you stood for good.
Kryptonite did you right, but
You know
Viagra’s the new Niagara
Mightiness the new flightiness
Vulnerability the new civility
So, tell me why Superman,
You are so supersensitive
Touchy and defensive less
Couldn’t you see my pain
That I tried so hard in vain
To hide
Hey, Superman
What kind of girl
Do you think I am
I’m not a damsel in distress
But, for God’s sake
Let me know
Is it no
Or is it
yes
Never trust a man in a cape
Says Jake
Never trust a man in disguise
Said I
Never trust a man who flies
Or denies his lies
Never trust a man who doesn’t cry
Never trust a man who can’t get down on his knees
To please, hey
**** Maybe
Prayerful always
Superman doesn’t know what he needs
He only knows what he thinks, thinks
Too much thinking, thinking
Cerebration celebrating
Mentation, mentation
Marching to mental notes
Of what to do
If I were you
Judge nation integration
He’ll keep you hanging
Upside down, downside up
***
He’s a man of deeds
Indeed
All I can say is:
Where will you find inspiration
Never having to ask for help
Help!
Do you think it can be found
In the iteration of your vocation
The kinship of your friendship
The censorship of your feeling self
The pathological need to give
To be liked.
Stop
Superman
your s is shrinking
rip off your shirt shrieking
Pound your chest like an ape man
Modern man, caveman
Crazy man
Here’s my unsolicited advice
Stop being so nice
(Present company excluded)
Let go of the wounds
The controls
The potholes
The foxholes
Free yourself from yourself
Just don’t resist
Resist resistance
Is that an oxymoron
Or am I just a *****
Superman, can you do that
Lois Lane can’t wait much longer
She’s getting much stronger
And she’ll leave you alone
And you won’t have a clue
As to what to do
And she’ll ask you why
You’ll tell her a lie
It’s not really a lie
You simply don’t know why
Superman could never be lonely
You see
Don’t you,
It was always about you
And it still is
From the time I was five
And you weren’t even alive
It was you
From the beginning
You see
Don’t you, darling
You were always my superhero.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 4:36 PM UTC
First there was chaos
Formless black soul
Devoid of duration
Then Erebus stole
Nyx' night heart
In dark consummation
Bred light on the start
In Gaia was planted
Her earthly gestation
Typhon storm cries
For newborn foundation
Of land, sea and skies
Fostered together
All conscious mentation
Then and forever
Till Titan-God wars
End all of creation
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 1:21 AM UTC
Alone I walk,
To no one I talk,
No fingers with mine interlock.
Day by day,
In bed I lay,
Wasting my whole life away.
Sad without tears,
But drowning in fears,
My voice is mute to your ears.
Always seen through,
Weighing all down like dew,
With joy, my life can't imbue.
So with no motivation,
and minimal mentation
From life I'll have full dislocation.
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 8:20 PM UTC
In dreams I think about this life, and my place upon this Earth
The most part being heart and mind, and soul for what it’s worth
The cosmos stretches far above, although my eyes can see
These thoughts that haunt my mind at times extend out…
endlessly.
Mentation turns to destiny to what the future holds
And back again to legacy, and the gifts I feel I must bestow
Upon those left behind me, to instill within their minds
When finally the Universe and I are gently intertwined
To think that I may one day see my spirit thus transversed
Against the awesome paradise where God and I, softly converse
To witness what this life has shown, that now is torn apart
Beguile anguished felicity, and so appease my tattered heart.
Although my hope remains suspect, that somehow hopeless dies
Far too many questions, too few answers to where comfort lies
Though I suppose simplicity awaits the ones who grieve
Patiently anticipating those who seek to so believe.
It seems I have no hope of prolonged years in soft repose
My eyes must blink you see... but I have seen, and I suppose
That time is just a cruel mirage shimmering, as light
Then pulls away and so reveals the truth of things, there…
In the night.
But still I dream about this life, and what awaits us all
When time and understanding finds us lost, what will we recall?
About these moments spent together, so informally
Listen… to the sound,
and the Whispers of Eternity.
Dean Evans
6-28-14
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
Silver speckled specks sprinkle the night sky
Spectacular sparks
Spots of light, flying by
A meteor shower
I stare up at the sight
Lying in a quiet field
The cities light far in the distance
Delighting in the darkness
A portal to another dimension often hidden
Paradoxically, a reality obscured by light
Away from the truth the light reveals
I now relish in the truth of the dark
The view of the night sky
A portal to the past
Yet also to the present
Back supported by the cool, firm earth
My visual field consumed
Filled with infinity
I soon realize
Here, now, in this moment
I have no head
Where my head should be
Is the night sky
Myriad stars and the endless space between
When juxtaposed to infinity
Actual, immeasurable infinity
Even my stubborn ego
Cannot keep up the fight
I dissolve into the night
And each gleaming point of light
Sometimes streaming across so bright
A glorious glint
On a short fated flight
Undertaken anyway
Without even a hint
Of spite
Each ephemeral illumination
Mirrors the spark of creation
The egoic conflagration
This meandering mentation
Of thought
Pure invention
Now caught
My attention
Now an ought
Instead of is
Rumination replaces reality
In between the stars and me
Not physical, still I cannot see
My attention follows helplessly
Infinity recedes
Thought impedes
Advice I do not heed
A voice I do not need
As suddenly as it began, it disappears
The thought vanished, my mind clears
Again I have no head
My bed is the earth
My view is infinite
Each star a blazing hearth
Billions giving birth to light across the galaxy
In this small piece that I can see
I peacefully float
In infinity
No self at all
No head to call my own
I make the world my home
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 11:54 AM UTC
Whole life, in seek of stars neglected the moon.
In search of fame, leaved the peace.
And it's time that run out of life like falling sand from the tightening fist.
Fighting with self and the most loved ones for sake of masked ones.
In being socialised with strangers forget to gaze over familiar.
Became that insane for stabilizing self worth, back out the most worthy part.
Lunatic over matterialism, abandoned the soulful spirituality.
After getting name, earning fame, left with aloneness.
Glaring behind, Whom to curse? Who is to blame?
And suddenly, some voices came from the soul & heart- "your self created knoll of ego, elevation of gathered false pride, thrown over of real ones for purpose of virtuality."
And here comes a time when eagerly needed that hand and reverberated with emptiness, enormous enough to scatter the soul without any possibilities of mentation.
The hands have reached the soil of grave with the mountains of repentance.
Staring the grave without blinking, without winking and completely sinking, with only wish that is the togetherness.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 10:59 AM UTC
SOME through the brain
in much Dismay i will say
but my thoughts first
through my heart --
is how my own Life
governed by Soul
on this and every day
For some a prison
by thoughts
whose fears as bars
and regrets like walls
i say best to greet mentation
through Love and Spirit
first and foremost of all!
:: 09-26-2018 ::
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
Soft focus is not hocus pocus
It is relaxing the locus of concentration
But staying aware of the state of mentation
It is breathing free
With perfect clarity
It is falling asleep
But waking up to dream
It is forsaking worry
For a flurry of focal points
Getting blurry between the joints
So sink into the fabric of space
Erase the stitches of time
Wrap up in this infinite quilt
Guilt-free equanimity
Silt free liquid purity
Rest in perfect surety
Divest your uncertainty
There is no space ‘twixt you and me
Only particles we cannot see
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC