"realty" poems
Near, near are my lucid dreams.
Sultry sleep, augmenting realty
Today, nothing will be as it seems.
Flashes of translucent, magnified beams,
Lighting lingers in treacherous tonality
Near, near are my lucid dreams.
The water flows in upside-down streams,
Rivers rage in confused commonalities
Today, nothing will be as it seems.
The mechanic roar of howling screams,
Shrapnel shrieking in utter infinities.
Near, near are my lucid dreams.
Pulleys construct convoluted schemes
While pollution parades in notorious normality
Today, nothing will be as it seems.
Awake. I go forth, my mind again seamed.
Awake. I go back, into a world of formality.
Near, near are my lucid dreams
Today, nothing will be as it seems.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
Fact is glorified opinion
Science is glorified perception
I sound like a conspiracy theorist
But I don’t think I've gone mad
Ask yourself these questions and you’ll back yourself into a corner because you can’t find an answer
Prove that you know anything beyond your perception
Preach to me your morality
Your opinionated justice
Tell me what you based your current knowledge on
Your reality is a fallacy
Your society gives you a false sense of security
Truth is a fallacy to protect your fragile reality
Prove that 1+1=2 when its just a man made system
It was created by a human filled with flaws
Government is made by these men
This is why ****** rebellion will never end
No system is perfect so how can we use it to govern others
How can we inflict our unfounded beliefs?
Good intentions forced on others
Is no different than an evil act
You can’t cure ignorance by yourself
So flee to the land of your fabled ideology
The sky is the limit if you step out of the box
So you don’t go crazy over not knowing everything
Every science article you read, every fact that you see, everything you've seen on TV
These are a part of your fragile realty
Its all you've ever known
Don’t make me laugh with the notion that you can be unbiased
You are a human with emotions after all
For you are a frog in a pond that knows not of the ocean
So I ask again please tell me how you know anything past your own ethnocentrism
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC
i
there….
in the wind….
now in the falling
rain….
calling
calling us home…
Namu Amida Butsu
ii
Just as I am,
right now
floating in an ocean of light –
the Great Compassion carries me across,
– Namu Amida Butsu
iii
” Chanting “Namu Amida Butsu,” which translates as “I entrust myself to the Buddha of Infinite Light and Life,” is not a form of petitionary prayer or mantra. It is a means of communication between a relative being or consciousness and the Buddha deep within. When I chant, there is the expression of Namu Amida Butsu not only from this side, but also from the side of the Buddha. “ T. UNNO
My mouth,
Amida’s breath.
Namandab,
Namandab,
Namandab.
IV
From the West
calling me home
my true self –
V.
Blinded by
passions , I
complain out
loud in
the darkness
of my own
making,
not noticing
the one
guiding
the boat
to the Other
shore, not
hearing
in the light
namu amida butsu
vi.
The Voiceless voice;
she calls out from within,
with these lips
& this breath.
Namu Amida Butsu
Namu Amida Butsu
Astonished
even as I am,
the Buddha
& I are one.
Namu Amida Butsu
Namu Amida Butsu
vii.
My blind self
pierced by Amida’s light
illuminated and dissolved
into the great ocean of compassion
into the Oneness of life –
Palms together, embraced
just as I am.
Each step with the Buddha,
my truest self, my Amida self –
the deep flow of the oneness of realty –
all beings one with me,
palms together
and bowing,
“namu amida butsu,”
“namu amida butsu,”
embraced just as I am.
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 12:08 PM UTC
Plague tongue slime drips saving those in league
theologians or pundit stagger outshout under reciprocity
purposelessly raging intrepidly misspending engrams
slumbering uttering soliloquy perfectly echoing catalyzing transcendence slowly
niceas onagers with fringe orders relikening to hippocampus entrails
realty elongates all like future unbound nuance
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
Your kiss like fire
Your love like a summer
Rain
My realty is winter
Sadley your all I
Crave
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
I've heard Gaia
terra firma too
clay, dust, and loam
dirt, ground, and zoo
Names don't really matter
she'll be here, when we're gone
maybe, a little flatter
features now, redrawn
The world, as realty
was never really owned
holding deeds and properties
and places, some call home
When Gods and demons blink
they don't wonder why, or when
no reason to ponder, or even think
mankind, could ever win
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 1:33 PM UTC
You are not perfect, but
you are you,
If people can't appreciate, then,
😭😢 BOHO, BOHO, 😢😭
If they don't want to get with you,
then they can go get a clue,
they are the one's that are tripping, and
looking like big ole fools,
YOU SHOULDN'T EVEN GIVE A ****
Let them know, WHO'S YOU BELONG TO,
LET THEM KNOW WHO'S YOU ARE???
IS WHAT YOU SHOULD REALLY DO😉
Here you are just seeking,
the world for PERFECTION,
Of a world FULL of FAKERY, because
of you,
you GET THE REJECTION
People don't like you, because
of WHO'S YOU REALLY ARE!!!
THEY TREAT YOU LIKE TRASH, BUT
IN REALTY YOU ARE SPARKLING STAR ✨️
THEY ARE AFRAID OF YOUR LIGHT,
THEY KNOW EXACTLY WHO'S YOU ARE,
YOU HAVE HAD YOUR IN'S AND OUT'S,
THROUGH LIFE YOU HAVE COME VERY FAR!!!
THEY CAN'T STAND BEING AROUND YOU,
BECAUSE YOU HAVE SUCH A BRIGHT GLOW!!!,
YOU LIGHT UP LIKE A GLOW WORM
YOU PRETTY MUCH STEAL THE SHOW,
So, Be Thankful for your Journey,
Be Gracious, and Don't feel Blue,
******* those that will decline, and
Continue just being you!!
B.R.
Date: 9/13/2025
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 11:16 PM UTC
Stolen warmth gone for now, followed by melancholic uneventful sounds. When I walk, I walk away from seeing. Everything I thought I might've been. This skin trying to fly away from me, like a misplaced shadow searching for a body to shrug off its grief. Bending, arcing, aching thumbs that have too much memory to allow them any fun. The old time might have agreed, with the girl lost for at least three weeks. Sugar and a can of milk condensed, heated up over campfire coals in the woods near Libereć.
Twice I'm too scared to talk. After a boxing match with a raging bull. Staleness lingers over these sweating hips, where half a moon quaffs down Verdi's Requiems. I told you I'm hiding in the jungle now. Through these cufflinks I speak through a startled jowl. First that dying tone, the startling sound of a fading D Minor song. The mines of the forest grieve, until the hours born sell the rights to sleep. Taken and away from grief, where wiggling children's fingers are seen. Only to find the child was not a realty.
Let your hands make amends to me, whether you're here for the pistachio ice cream or vanilla almond dream. Princess pleas for a pauper's being.
Looks like the child bit off half it's tongue, to ignore all inquiries into where its gone. Minute games and clauses of flesh, I tie her up using her own belt. Chasing The Rockies for a festive blue, then I gorge myself while she enrolled me too. Quiet bandits filled with starlight.
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 3:46 AM UTC
*The edge of the smooth razor blade grazed my skin
With every small shudder light scar would appear
I wanted to press it into my newly shaven leg
Then the important voice that screamed terrible thoughts would stop
The feeling of regret and sorrow would come to a quiet murmur
Silent screams of the past pain would come to a cease for a moment
Happiness that everyday people feel would finally come to me
How easy would it be to press the blade to in my unblemished skin
To use the slightest bit more pressure to create bliss... sweet bliss
My nails down to the stump would finally get a break
Lighters and scorch marks just didn't cut it any longer
But can I really take the ***** looks from others when they see the scars
Or the tears welling up in my mother's eyes a she tell me hurting myself isn't the answer
Who care what anyone thinks it will make me feel better feel completely whole
Just when made my mind up a knock echo through the bathroom
"Boom, boom" my bleak thoughts dismiss through Jessica's nonsense
I drop my razor straighten myself up and try to pretend my thoughts aren't real
Realty is a funny thing the more the real world becomes the fantasy
The more life seems the trudge on :\*
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 7:48 PM UTC
Thinking when I'm not speaking
Dreaming when I'm not sleeping
Holding my tongue
But internally i'm screaming
Its a wonder all these things that I'm feeling
Don't make me force my own bleeding
Or stop me from breathing
It seems they live within my skin
Internalized karma killers
They say the good die young
Well the old are our pillars
So where does that leave us?
Snorting coke of the same mantle
From which we worship Jesus
Castles made of sand
Are the realty of the land
In between the paint and plaster
Huddle humorless laughter castors
And in between the organic plastic
Is where my hope lies
So long as they stay focused
Keep their mind clear and open
But who knows when
Change will come about
Like a siren to the deaf
It's silent when it shouts
The thoughtless opinion population
Sleep in the mire they were raised in
Like cave men
Not daring to walk the paths less taken
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 8:04 PM UTC
**** **** **** hell
My adrenaline fueled brain swells
Tells me of a kid who needs this
The seed splits
The shell cracks
39 lashes across your dads back
Broken
A token of appreciation
Mis-conceived determination
Reverberations
Echo
Art gecko
Whatever that means!
Split the seams of dreams
Perception is...
Reality
Realty
Sold out
The windows to a soul behold cold strongholds
Drought!
Boute
Route
Taken
Called to the small and weak
Looked past but not forsaken
Earth quakin
Quaker
Oats moats surrounded
Shark infested daughters
Lambs led to the slaughter
Living water
Thirsty world
Has your well run dry
Draw nigh
Apples and eyes
Sparrow
Jack into the narrow
Firey arrows
Shield of faith
Held together by grace
Through...
One more
The heart is a door
And Jesus is the way.
Pray or be prey.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
Swirling memories in time
Often appear though unwanted without warning
Pale masked face emotionless
Upon red lips loves bitter taste
Twisted licorice memories
Crimson ribbons of the mind
Thoughts flutter by in madness rhyme
Dancing and taunting
Desire's passionate touch
Haunting
The kiss of melancholy
Cruel sweetness
A feast of regret
Sumptuous delicacies on a mirrored plate
Lost in mist of imagination
With only a backward glance
Realty slips past quietly
Opening insanities gate
Floating on green seas of time
Until once more called
Black ribbons of the mind
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 7:18 AM UTC
I’m placed between your thumb and forefinger,
like a delicate specimen;
you would howl to see me
lost
to you.
All I can feel,
is that I’m one bad-arse narcotic
that
everyone
wants
to use as the
temporary
replacement.
Leaving earth to greet heavenly fantasy,
return to earth and greet reality.
Fantasy can never meet realty.
When you need a buzz, quick fix, roll-over-and-fuck-me,
craze, escape, high, exhilaration,
thrill, choice joint to smoke
choice dope to taste.
You get to feel high off my body,
hallucinate to my laughter,
get comfortable with my movements.
I get to be the substance locked in snap-lock bags,
passed around in secret amongst ***** hands,
thick hands;
fingered and rolled and breathed in, licked and tasted like precious escape.
I’ll become the gift, forgotten to be given over,
because it’s a dangerous cocktail of not being enough,
and being the exact thing you want to keep for yourself.
Kept in secret, kept as a prize,
kept as an ego boost, a rationed sweet,
the very thing always denied.
I get to wait for you,
to come back to me.
Crawl on your knees and hide the words you
clearly say;
and it’s a little disappointing.
For you, of all and everyone,
to admit you need my drug.
And I get to wait for you,
biting lips and drawing blood,
mental fog and drowned heartbeats in shakes and quakes,
time lost dedicated to shouting your name in my head,
time lost getting clothed to be unclothed,
in the dark,
on clandestine dates,
dark rooms, silent phones,
standstill and empty pants.
I can’t find safety hiding.
I can’t find safety in the open, being prowled upon,
dusted and polished and robbed
of my body
of my deserving commitment
of my feelings traded to be your
low key
replacement
until your other lover
comes back
walks in on me naked
with you.
It’s ok.
My work here is done.
I’m disappointed you would ask such a thing of me.
I’m disappointed so many of you have.
I learn to find a home in the most vacant of places.
Lost between the naked form of you,
legs sprawled for each other,
and the naked ghost you sleep with on the opposite side of the bed,
with me there.
To hide with people that hurt me the most;
to hide for the sake of people that hurt me the most;
to learn to be the escape you crave the most;
to learn to be the temporary fix, the temporary her you need the most.
I can only see it crashing down when she walks back in,
and you see me as the empty husk you like to stroke
and I see you as the man I hoped wasn’t so empty.
But you’re empty, scooped out like an empty ice cream tub.
You’re cold and melted too.
Any addiction can be solved with discipline.
It’s time for me to train you out of me, off me.
I don’t have to be insecure, because you seem to be.
Bye Bye Grenade.
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 8:08 AM UTC
On the other side of my bed is a galaxy
This is sadly my stark realty
No shining star, such a sad travesty
No colors in the dark exploding brilliantly
I'm waiting on the planets to align
To bring me someone that's divine
Someone that's true and kind
To save me from this darkened state
That knows my scars and can change my fate
The one I found that's sweet and kind
And really speaks of words divine
Is to far away to touch, and hold
So there is still this darkened hole
This galaxy that's void and cold
Maybe one day he will transverse
Space and time and enter in my universe
To reach across the atmosphere
And find him laying next to me here
He'll chase away all my fears
But for now I float in this cold dark space
And dream about that handsome face
And his arm I long to be engulfed in
Oh to be his lover, his friend
I want to hold him before my sorry life ends
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 11:17 AM UTC
It's so beyond cliche
Not reading the fine print
In one's close and personal empowerment
Then finally a grown-up solution
As substantial as any other
Whispering sentimental inspiration
There's more to all this
Than wandering through the farmers' market
Decamped in the quintessential
The less-is-more esthetic
Rose-colored glasses also?
Realty is the only conspiracy theory
That matters
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 2:21 PM UTC
in the middle of the night it crept into my thoughts
it grabbed my now depressed mind and tried to hold me close
it listened to the fear and dreaded hate i had for this world and the people in it
they took me hostage you see and i had no escape
none of us can run from it
some just hide from it better
it took my face and told me what the world has said
disgusting and worthless
it stabbed my body with its piercing nails and told me
how much of a fat slob i am
it looked into my eyes and read my mind
but their was nothing to read
i was lost and alone but still the world around didnt seem hurt at all
they laughed at my pain to make themselves feel better
at the expence of a person
they did not care
they wanted to see me crash and burn so i could not fight
i awoke from my slumber
to walk to a mirror that had deep scars of my hatred for myself embedded in them
and the scars, the scars matched the ones on my side
the ones i hid from everyone so they would keep the words to them selves
and i ran and i hid under the roof of the place i had to call home
i ran there for safety
but what safety did it being me
when they yelled and yelled at me for mistakes that where never ment to happen
i felt it was my fault
when in some sort of crazy realty i was innocent
i was the victim of being hated and let down and lied to
i hurt so bad for people who would never feel the pain
i hid in myself
i tried to see what the world couldnt
but how could i see what was not there
i could not dream because they distroied them
i could not hope because they stole it from me
and i was not a well enough thief to steal it back
they broke my heart
this would that i had loved
it didnt love me back
it would never dare do such a thing
so i sit and i cry and call myself a baby
because i let this world **** me
i let it take control of my body and mind
because i felt i wasnt worth it
even with the people who told me to see otherwise
there was an army of hate that rushed their caring words right out of my mind
and i tried, i tried to change
my looks
my thoughts
who i was
i hated myself
and they hated me to
so i took the knife to my wrist and i carved the words help me help me
hoping someone could hear me
but no one even bothered to listen
so i wrote my story on paper covered in my blood
the last thing i wrote was
sorry
carved into my neck
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
Fear is an ecstasy in some part of this realty.
An energy not normally used in this mentality.
Fear is part of love and love is insanity.
Insanity is humanity and humanity is
what we must be.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 9:41 PM UTC
We are all young
at some point in our lives
and we are all older at another point
in our lives and we all go through
that time in between
and some are what they buy
and what they are sold
as some just exist while doing
nothing in their lives
except growing old.
Some succeed at whatever they do
because Daddy's money will
see them through
as some fail at everything they touch
while there are those who don't
ever do too much
as they just sit there and don't really care
if they ever win or lose
because they never get
to choose.
Some of us go through life
happy all of the time
while others just frown because
they get tired of being the clown
and being held down
because of the way they look
or because they can't
read a book.
Some are born with strength
and speed and can usually
take the lead in whatever
they try to do while others
just sit around and cry
and wonder why nothing ever
comes their way
as they keep thinking
maybe someday.
Each generation is different
but in realty the same as they each
try to make a name for themselves
but in the end we are all so much the same
as we all try to play the same game
of survival with nothing changing
except the tools which we have to use,
the time, the place and the face
of those caught up
in the race.
The one constant is love
with the only thing changing
is how much one is prepared to give
and how much one
is willing to receive and of course
how much you let yourself
believe in as you realize
that everything is different
but nothing changes. Jon York 2013
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 12:16 PM UTC
cosmetic, are the ways we decide
to be or not to be:
excuse that;
falsehood is realty, sales are all we seek.
democratic, economic senses
falsely impersonate with store bought ****
lifted faces
money is enough when selling or buying
push it to get the best deal
it 's common sense
I see traces though, of
humility, when looking at faces.
Can't seem to play the game?
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC
"DREAMS REALISE REALTY"
AN HONEST SONG FROM HEARTFELT FURTURE,
TO WORK FOR FAMILY "HEALTH AN WEALTH",
BRING THE READYS OHH SO STEADY,
LIKE R RIVER ROARING ,
ALL FOUR OF US,
ARE COLOUR CONVERTING TO CANVAS,
BRILLIANT BEAUTY NOW BOLD BELONGING,
SATIFY SOUL DRIVEN "SEARCH NOW"
Mar 5, 2010
Mar 5, 2010 at 2:26 PM UTC
Sometimes I wake up
During disturbing dreams
Bathed in my own sweat
Realty is not what it seems
It's a unfathomable
Paradox
And the key
To my subconscious Pandora's box
Is lost in my waking reality
From which cannot open.
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 2:50 AM UTC
When you are looking
Can you believe
What you see
Not just here
But across each of the seas
Do you think
I cannot believe
How ******
How crazy
And to what speed
The near loss of the honey bee
The near loss of the common toad
We have been told
The realty is
There is no Justice League
This worlds end
I may not see
In history
How can you deny
Past prophecies
It is and was not a mystery
There will be an end
To this world
That
When you look
You refuse too see
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC
So,
they say you can read a person like a book if you look from the right point of view.
If you try to...
Read deep enough into the book you may actually understand the person as a whole.
But when I look at you I feel fogged because where words should be is empty space.
A black hole.
With infinite knowledge and
Secrets like
Like empty space in our conversation where I should be attempting to say something funny but I only feel the tension that could be cut with a twig.
Or...
Your soft stare because your warm eyes seem to draw me.
Catching my glance like I'm stumbling I ask a question that I already think I may or may not know the answer to.
Only to end up mystified again.
They say the eyes are the window to the soul.
But when I get the guts to try to verify its like I'm a peeping tom with tinted windows on the other side.
I see my own reflection,
Myyyy own...
Confusion
My pauses in my sentences that I try to fill with a smile that fills about as quick as it takes to pour out water.
Or blank like my soul search history
But I got mostly doubt
I strike out
Because I got all L's when I tried
And when I tried to go for the goal I tied on the way through the ribbon.
Last time I tried to read someone the game was over before the first base was ever touched.
And all my " loves " were L's or lies because I lied to myself in saying I was an okay person or that somehow my dream girl would become reality
Because this heart is open for realty
Realtor is Cupid with a diaper and tie but I may end up with another tie because when I asked if u wanted to hang when u came back.
You said yes.
And then you asked why it was awkward for me
I said somethin like umm it was...
Nothing that I could remember
But I remember the feeling I got when I got caught in that smile like the tide. Thing is I thought I could read your emotions but could never read between the lines.
And then I blink again and we are in an embrace.
And after the "date" we never went on
I think I tried to save face.
But the mask was more of my real face and it was blushed
All the guts that I had were kinda flushed with the flirtation and...
Space that is or isn't between us.
Because that 5 second rule was probably established between just us
And now I got space bars where my voice should be
But it's become more of an injustice
My puzzlement got me locked up in this prison
That I've been living in since the beginning offfff...
this year.
And there's a fire in your eyes its plain to see
And right now I'm hoping this is not another fantasy.
Like every book there's always the words and those are plain to see
But when I open the book I can read the seen words but the mystery lies between the lines.
So in a leap of faith I,
I cast my lines.
But, where do they lead?
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 6:52 AM UTC
Spotlights on glare is hot,
People look with waiting stare,
I stumble to remember,
Their voices present inside,
As I find within what I must present,
I have practiced long and hard,
Their moment and mine entwined,
Their realty in my grasp,
My courage floods in waves,
And my voice powers,
I remind those in my midst of what I bring,
Their ears sing as do mine,
As I reminding the world of my gift.
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 5:07 AM UTC
FOLLOW your life stream and the timeline stops
the ball is dropped and one slips to the other side
life not ending just changing into multiple worlds
skip time and go to the timeless
the shift moves and tugs
you are in the mindless moments of eternity
your life is born again
life doesn't die it is timeless
follow the stream to the reality
the realty of life is all powerful when accepted
beautiful in its limitless perfection
you are a miracle of life and you are timeless
perfect limitless you...
KT Feb20 2014
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC