"mindscape" poems
Violating a placid spirit
Memories transgress
desecrating the sacred.
Memories are
the dark side
of a full moon.
Memories are unsatiated desires
couched on sorrow
entangled in time
a perennial wrinkle on the soul.
Memories are trespassers
possessing neural atrium
wading saline sockets
slithering in to throbbing veins
tiptoeing to hollow spaces
burying all under their eerie weight,
Memories are an inescapable affliction.
In fragmented mindscape
Memories are violent winds
littering the past.
Lurking behind aches
in ethereal garbs,
Memories are assassins.
Or sema
of a swirling dervish.
Hurtling within, Memories
is an avalanche
pounding the abyss
choking the void
one gasp at a time.
Memories are
nameless apparitions
fused as shadows
to the very being.
Memories are an assault
on identity and belonging.
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 6:23 AM UTC
So, this is godhood. This is how it works.
It's dreaming up a world and killing it,
Abandoning the foibles and the quirks
Of crushed-together crumblings and bits,
Then sweeping out the wreckage with a curse
And carving out another fever dream.
It's wandering a mindscape universe
And sifting through the crop to find the cream
So you can save it while you burn the rest,
Just for the room to have another try.
The lovelies you've been cradling close to chest?
In time you'll cast them off to wilt and die
But for a while they're almost what you need.
Go raze the field and plant another seed.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 1:32 PM UTC
Hushed tones , the birds chirped
The Mind stood handcuffed
Waiting for Judgements
The courtroom voices/noises
Filled the Arena
Waiting for judgment ..
Were the pleas heard...
What was the verdict ...
Around Came a plaintiff asking for directions to a courtroom
Surprised
Standing handcuffed
the Mind thought
'Why walk in the entrapment
Where the judgements
Have no room for 'fair trials '
Nevertheless
The Mind as usual stood a mute spectator,
Handcuffed
Drifting .....
The view beyond the courtroom
Was that of a playground
The children played without a care
The Mind , so pleased and at peace
All charged now
Reminded of the two legs and feet
which were free of cuffs and could escape
Now , set free ,
The Mind flew into Mindscape
Evading all
Trials
Judgements
Leaving ...
The courtroom empty ..
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 11:40 PM UTC
This thought has always haunted me.
People you meet once
and never again in your life.
You have a static picture in your mind
of their face
the small conversation
their little story they tell you
the place you met them
in a bus, a shop, on the road
interactions not long
but meaningfully small
yet leaving a memory in you.
I think of all those people
I stopped by to ask for time
seek direction of my destination
or asking where I might find
food or a resting place
in an unfamiliar area.
Once and just once you meet them.
On a summer trip, I was looking for icecream
in a strange place off the highway
walked ten minutes to find a shop
where for that brief encounter
the seller made me feel like
he had known me for long
shared the history of that area
the migration and culture of the residents
before helping me with the right icecream.
Sometimes I wonder
if they would have enriched my life
were they part of my association.
Not scholars, not rich, but simple men
who bring you down to earth
and carve a space in your mindscape.
Sadly you meet them once in your life.
I feel it's so designed.
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 7:37 AM UTC
I have felt love so deep
Touch my hollow crevices
A bulb that fade in and out
The mount that houses delirium
A fire that burns the dark
A thunder that shutters crystals
A royally hypnosis of the beats
The jump swig, a rhythm swing
I have felt love so deep
The river depth overflow
inside my mindscape
A water escape in pipelines
where the moon and sky
mix in the scrapes of ebbs
A royally hypnosis of the beats
The jump swig, a rhythm swing
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC
**I tread to keep my head
Just above the water;
But find myself floating away ~
While others were sinking
or swimming
down yonder, I ponder,
though my thoughts betray
The reality that I perceive
Which may, or may not be as limiting
Of that which you can conceive,
Or can see much stronger
I no longer bother;
It’s deceiving so I castaway,
And leave myself astray in the fray /
Blottering•
To alter my relief of mindscape
and believe, there’ll better days,
beyond what I face
Cremate my remains in the ashtray someday
Energy never ceases to exist
It perpetually permeates the cosmic collective consciousness
Wherever my soul will occupy
the confines in space
Of the vibrations that happen
to solidify my base
And give me just the slightest trace,
that I’m phasing amidst
these in-between places
I feel as though I am an imposter -
Egregiously living a grievous dream,
of which I have conjured;
That I am lost,
and therefore cannot prosper
Because I harbor improper resentment,
that I will foster until my departure
This fractal picture of the macrocosm
only grows larger,
but from farther away;
As it becomes harder to map the realms
of territories unchartered in my escape
I try to attain, but only falter in vain
To discover what the universe
truly contains
And convey that in words
to paint mental frames/
Maybe it’s strange
but one must think
outside the constraints
It may sound absurd but please
keep up the pace
Spiritual enlightenment for real
is the surreal end-game
in which we all play chase replacing
Incarcerated rocks to be polished,
in this giant machine
Perpetually incarnating
A shining spirit until
that’s all that remains
Once every imperfection
Is completely erased
When the correct particles
have been finally arranged
& Nirvana has since become fully sustained
Can I truly be One with my Self-
And not just a product of fate**
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 6:01 AM UTC
The universe behind your eyes bursts at the seams
And inside you hide in unnamed galaxies
You wish to speak of the wisdom of trees
You want to talk about the calm of seas
A momentary distraction is all you need
To turn the voices down, to live a silent dream
It fills up your mindscape with high-def imagery
A 42-inch flatscreen TV.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
Your lips taste like regret,
& stale cigarettes
Nevertheless;
You make me fly through space
right up in
my rocketship
Its celestial,
so ponder this
Always stuck inside
your head and s h i t
While these memories,
they eat at me
four walls,
my only scenery
I drink just to not feel things
Or contemplate the dark and strange
Is this insanity?
Deranged, I'm glued to my seat
stuck on repeat
& lacking in mental clarity
Poor D i c k just lost his family;
Her heart, it hasn't skipped a beat
Its on her sleeve and honestly
I swear she'll be the death of me
I'll never show the pain that grows
but stow away these mental notes
til one day my mindscape's exposed,
& explodes
As my brains leak out my ears
most infinitely, no?
Yes I'm depresso I must confess oh
Double barrel shot in my espresso
Can't express though
I wear a mask so
You'll never know when I'm upset
Overlords, gimme simulation reset
Situations got me already
steady hot & heavy
Cos I be boiling in my skin
You see this boi is your kin
But a toy in the bin
For you to discard
When you find it most convenient
And I mean it;
Please disregard the "bars" I spit
I still think your aesthetic's lit
A succubus with fetishes
Of draining me, til nothings left
And after all the time I spent
Prolonging an inevitable end
I'll say the means were justified,
Even if it was really just pretend
I only hope its unreal
A living nightmare, u feel
Every waking moment, lonely
And you can't sleep at night
without choking
So button it
Just shut it b i t c h
I care not for the words unsaid
in a casket's where I made my bed
One foot in the grave
and I'm better off dead
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC
I have been searching for this concept for eternity
Wandering through my trepidations
Looking through my misconceptions
It’s an idea deemed unattainable
Yet, as the fool I was
I continued to search
Perhaps spoken of in terms of verse
Perhaps in aspects more visual
Perhaps even in the ideas withheld
It can be summed in the way of a single word
A simple piece of diction, entranced in its triplicate of syllables:
Perfection
It seemed a goal attainable through precision
Taking away the negatives and mistakes
As if in the search for the smallest piece of consciousness
Ah the years I worked and struggled
Such time devoted to becoming as far away from my roots
But never did I realize where it lay
I had toiled away at my inner persona
Struck off those close
Refused to accept any mistakes, no matter the severity or relevance
But never did I realize perfection lay in a place so oxymoronic
Secluded in a place I had long since thought irrelevant
Hidden in its insecurity and utter depression
It lay in you
I almost laugh at it now
You, the embodiment of everything I didn’t want to be
Mistake-ridden, clumsy, needy
Forever looking to others to accomplish anything
But never leaving me, no matter how much I pushed you away
I couldn’t comprehend you
A person I saw as the Yin to my Yang
Forever polarized but inseparable
I was involved so heavily in this needless search
That I didn’t see you
Despite everything you did to let me
I hope you are at peace now
Resting with that curve of the bottom lip you always expressed towards me
Looking at me with those forever twinkling eyes
I had wrestled my entire life with a concept I thought so far
But now you’ve gone, and left me with my answer
Perfection lays in no distant star, or even a mindscape attained with an eternity of sacrifice
It lay in you
The most perfect imperfection
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
*Water color painting of her mindscape
visualized by an artist of repute
and its map, though not drawn on a scale
yet shows the topography and neighborhood,
gives a concrete idea to plan the conquest.
A route map to her heart, meticulously prepared
marking all shortcuts and blockages of passages,
that may lead to confusion and mix up
is an essential tool now at hand
A modern day marauder is just that
he has no time for sentiments of a pusillanimous lover
sentiments are bothersome, portend troubles in store
if logistics are right, plan is great, any peak will stoop,
But yes, the moon they say plays havoc,
love poems that knead the hearts, songs and music
too, if comes between, the project may go bonkers
the problem here is the reign of unpredictability
when love starts its gallop and emotions the other horses
just follow without rules whatsoever,
isn't it unwise trying to stop a dam breach?
Not even the dam breach software be of any help here,
no study is yet available on dissipating such passion,
dynamics of love is an unknown country altogether
no intelligence available is effective to move
against it and make the conquest certainly possible.*
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 8:01 PM UTC
The supple Grace of her body moves about melodically throughout my mindscape
How ever so often must I battle with impatience undevelope complacency and endure with perseverance, battle lust and wait for God to
bring forth her spirit that doesn't breathe death rather life and prosperity for her love is his charity in bloom and her kindness will help guide me to conquer and quell all around me
May 5, 2022
May 5, 2022 at 2:54 PM UTC
Within the silvery filaments are the elevators of the stars, becoming light to travel seems so avant-garde.
Tethers so distance we cannot fathom the array, magnetic disturbances that resist the ravages of decay.
Portals trapped in dark matter holding keys to sapphire sunsets and triple moon rises, to stand on far gone lands mesmerized by unknown horizons.
Simply lost inside a mindscape that unfolds into forever, keep those blissful visions that cage emotions that we treasure.
So as I look at stars with hope of infinite wonder, I step into a dream of lifetimes without number.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
I constantly find myself lost in thought
Searching through mental maps of you
Recalling trails and pathways
Wondering how we got here
Then I stop trying to see the trees from the forest
Sit back and enjoy the view
Of you
Lay back and see your figure in the clouds
The clouds that I float on
Traveling to places I had not thought of traveling
Reaching heights I had not dared to climb
Taking me to phanstamagoric levels of ecstasy
Beautiful landscape I stare at
Beautiful mindscape I wish to explore
Continue the mental maps
Words cannot wrap what I feel for you
It's so new
Every experience better than the last
Accept the past
But adjust the scope, I'm focusing on the now
Where I want to be
For there is no other place to be
Except to be here now
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 3:21 AM UTC
**"why is the sky blue?",
asked a blind man whose mindscape
is devoid of hue
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 8:49 AM UTC
In moody silence, nursing my shallow bruises
I sat outside in the graying hours of the night
Staring into the cloudy night sky
With nothing to cheer my sullen spirit
My hair left in shabby mess,
By the mischievous passing breeze
My thoughts slipping out of focus,
Like tiny specks of leaping fleas
A circular face full of sheen,
From behind the nebulous veil,
Showed up all too sudden
Looking at me with a beaming smile
I thought of a thousand smiles
Which kindle and illumine the universe
The love hidden in all things
That eclipses all bitterness and curse
Like ripples in a still pool
Caused by pebbles hurled
By the naughty kids’ wanton hands
A strange sensation unfurled
Tearing down the pall of gloom
Wavelets of cheer grew
Coming off in wider circles
Changing my mindscape into brighter hue
A new moment was born
And in the ceaseless beat of my heart
I sensed a new rhythm,
And knew all my dullness depart!
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC
Soma
a pharmaceutical usurpation
some subjunctive psychedelic
noxious decoction
of the capital kind
wrought by unoriginality
a conjuring elixir
to ignite the material mind
Maya
will have you
if you don't recognize
behind appearances
is always a disguise
beyond the superficial
over what eyes can surveil
may entitle you to what is
to be entailed
Yuga
beyond the ages
beyond the sages
epochs and eras
multiplied to infinity
expecting some recourse
exponential beyond sanity
gauges of the cyclical planetary
Akasha
ubiquitous aether
all pervading
all invading
revelations' recordings
substratum of
then and now
rife marshaler of how
Ishwara
great atman
ultimate overseer
transcending all time
cosmic conscience
consciousness sublime
beyond everything
sight unseen
Samadhi
reign over me
the be all and end all
of life's raisons d'être
superconsciousness
enlightenments
bestowal
of divine grace and mercy
Gunas
by knowledge of these moods
this will allow you
ambrosia of all roads
in your journey ahead
to navigate solely
without flag or fail
through equipoise unassailed
Ahimsa
through this your lips
can no longer trespass
over your welfare
or the welfare of any other
true liberation
from human inebriation
true love for one another
Siddhis
they will misunderstand you
not being like the same
eschewing commonality
for the perfected mindscape
a narrowed perspective
to focus more completely
upon the rarest of views
Om
what can be said
of this holiest sound
that permeates all ethers
the skies and the grounds
Brahman of this plane
and all that surrounds
now perish all that confounds
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
Every night I end up thinking
Of why the world did this to me
I have never understood the meaning
Of how on earth this could be
Why, oh why am I so upset?
Because all I feel is pain and misery
My body gives me existential regret
Why I was born this way will always be a mystery
Disphoria is full of dark thoughts
About how people can tell that I'm fake
I always wish this body would just rot
And reveal a new one that I won't hate
I don't have normal body issues
I just wish my chest was nonexistent
I have to reach for the tissues
To wipe away my tears of existence
Some boys are born with comfort
I was one of the unlucky few
I was born unready and contort
And there's nothing I can do
I'm so unhappy that it's scary
I feel like there's no escape
And not just my sadness or wary
But from my horrible, disphoric mindscape
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 3:35 AM UTC
I choose the rarely trod word-road
that takes rocky paths of poetic mindscape,
maps and clinches metaphor links grown
in unknown definement.
I look slant-eyed at morning's own
painting, facing blank canvas the sea becomes
jasper and foam turns to lace as image
transcends norm to new heights.
I view stary skies pock-marked
with diamonds, ocean outcrops hold mermaids,
sand secretes silvered past as grief-gilded
each sunset weeps its goodbyes.
I write emotion into whale-cry,
sentence fur and feather to human behaviour,
translate seasonal change to safe ground
for my fancy's winged flight.
I dare take words a stage further,
imagine boundless and verse a beyondness,
bend grammar by stretching out to sense
inanimate liveliness.
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 7:28 AM UTC
Hypergraphia is lacerating carotid
Finally bloodletting into slumber
Hippocampus that
Incinerates its own
Neuron forest and becomes
A conflagration
Because chars are ruby embers
In nocturnal hunger
Of the lens nucleus
Shaken in the tremors
Deep below tectonic plates
Disjointed in the fabric of reality
Severing the empyreal bonds;
Do not hold back,
But onwards, Horsemen,
Hammer that stampede
Unto centaur constructs
Fleeing from the dreamer
Let them shatter in the cracks
Sinking with the dirt into oblivion
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 5:32 AM UTC
We are all colours of the
Rainbow, each droplets
Of ink different from the
Written,
Wrote,
Penned
Above, below, left & write
We are each a shade different
To the others, we may use the
Same ink, but my
Pen,
Thought,
Sight
Is different to all in the rainbow,
We are each the same, but all
Unique
Different
Views
Of written life, expressed through our
Mindscape, write my droplets before
"Your ink evaporates"
Embrace all surroundings,
With words that are our expressions of life.
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
All I felt with you darling
Was a battlefield
Trapped in my mindscape
Trying to find an escape
None of your words soothe me
All I felt was apprehension consuming
These final words were meant to hurt
To act against all the pain you made
The time we have spent
Is now wasted
Laughter that echoed
Is now a hollow sound
How could we let this get this far?
Did we try to change this at all?
It is better if we just leave this alone
Lets not repair a broken soul
I want to thank you for the time given
Now it's time to say goodbye
© Sofia Villagrana 2018
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 8:07 PM UTC
take a train
seek a station
sense the location
nevermind the destination
thus the landscape is just a mindscape;
a vastness of space, a great unknown
we built for each other,
a wall of falling - a distance of stasis.
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 5:47 AM UTC
Ezi
By Otuobodor, Okeibunor.
The long ridges of farmland
Are the stretches of our Mindscape
Sun and rain upon
Sprouting with life to feed souls.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 4:27 AM UTC
The inconsistent thoughts prevail
While only judged by God
They flow from place to place
On a mindful terrain too flawed
That is what creates the whole
He knows what he sees
They cannot touch the truth
A cognizant target is key
To travel through the mindscape
And sway to the worlds beat
Vision escapes only for a moment
But it’s never worth the heat
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
*The hint of mint,
on her lips, had an offer
to which my tongue,
quickly said 'yes'*
The scent
of an unknown flower
on her flowing hair,
took me from there,
to the mountain slope
in my mindscape,
beside which
I had painted,
her picture to make it,
perfect, against
gentle foaming light.
The moment was
tender, pulsating,
her hands were,
creepers coiling around
my trunk, in a flurry,
not to swoon, soon.
Isn't it the moment,
described always
by poets, all through
ages, as the feeling of
wafting above
the fluffy clouds?
But hey, I never
thought, I could be
swayed so easily,
like this: made
of sterner stuff,
could withstand
the onslaught of
such moments,
I thought of myself.
**But, eyes don't see,
ears can't hear,
nose looses its
sense of smell,
I feel a thrill beyond,
the prompting
of five senses,
to get in to the
flow of the nature's
immense will
to find the reason,
of my existence,
and vanquish,
the fear of all fears,
and be immortal,
liberate both of us,
from the mortal coil,
with the oracular,
power love fills,
in our beings
in such moments.**
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 10:53 AM UTC