"visualization" poems
A word
Nobody knows.
It's a mental thing.
"A sensation produced in one modality when a stimulus is applied to another modality, as when the hearing of a certain sound induces the visualization of a certain color."
A confusion of senses.
But I don't think I am confused.
I just see farther than anyone.
For me;
I see colors
And think sounds, tastes, textures.
I see objects
And think gender, personality, music.
All the letters
Have colors, smells, jobs in an office.
All the numbers
Have heights, voices, fashion senses.
I don't know why it is
But it is a malfunction in my brain.
I don't know how to explain it
But it is not very complicated.
Everything has a color
A personality
A food
A texture
A sound
A taste
A smell
Associated with it.
Because everything is deeper than they look.
Because I am confused?
Because I can see.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 1:38 PM UTC
I am not what I used to be
So now in the shadow of unspoken events
Everything whimsical is leaving
Words fill my head, they fragment like artillery shells
they tare through it forcing irreparable damage.
Time has accelerated
Born out of the absence of light
Shaped by my own hands
Justly worthy to be referenced and adored
I re-encounter what my elation briefly with held
The thirst for the dangerous
Obliterate the incomprehensible crowding thoughts
The stampede within my head
The mayhem of the many visions
Lock them down, all that fracture within my head
Inexplicable wanderings of mindful musings
Spontaneous perceptions
Shadow of foe
Encircling their fears with distractions
Pulsing in endless repetitions
I am the one whose throat is stripped bare.
I am the one who has not spoken in years
A distant moon to sense
© Crystal Erickson
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
the wandering fox
spotted the grapes
hanging above its reach
This will quench my thirst,
it told itself
and tried various stratagems
to reach the distant fruit
the fox jumped up;
the fox rolled rocks to below the grapes
and stood on them
and jumped again;
the fox sang songs to the grapes;
the fox threatened the grapes
and even tried positive thinking
and with eyes closed
a good measure of visualization
in which the grapes fell into its open mouth…
But all to no avail…
And at last
the wise fox said:
Ah, who needs these grapes?
They must be sour and turning bad anyway…
And off the fox trotted away
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 10:27 AM UTC
Like I was before I am now.
Reluctant to change I thought I was,
But succeeded to change myself somehow.
Thought you would prefer me that way,
Thought I'd seen hope's ray.
But I was wrong then as I am now.
A ray of hope I hadn't seen,
A mere illusion it had been.
No different than a mirage you were to me,
My minds visualization of a heavenly entity.
Thought I had found joy in a desert of sadness,
Like water in a barren wilderness.
Whoever knew the loneliness I had to go through without you?
Didn't care about it that much,
Who would! after gaining an angel like you as such!
But you never took me seriously,
A joke I was for you clearly.
No matter what I said or did,
You took my words no more than that of a kid.
Hoped for you to be more than a mirage for me,
Hoped that from this loneliness I would alas be free.
But as it had to be,
After chasing you for an eternity,
You disappeared into clarity.
After all the sweet pain you put me through,
You just spread your wings and flew.
Leaving me in this wretched state,
Like a mirage in a desert great great...
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
The smell of sage burning
The quietude of a mind in meditation
Hearing the voice of my soul within
That deepest part of me arise
Heart chakra visualization
All is alive
Unified with the great mystery
My troubles fall away from me
And once again
Serenity
Jul 14, 2011
Jul 14, 2011 at 9:51 AM UTC
my daily regimen, focused, intense,
a pugilistic kata of the tongue,
in preparation for our oral fence,
run laps around ideas, expand lungs,
my visualization of that day--
we spar with strikes and parries, counterstrikes,
in reasonings' most ****** kumite,
my verbal knuckles down her oral pikes,
so armed with good reasons to reconcile,
arriving at the place where she should be,
she proves to be so much more versatile
absent, my wasted versatility,
i cannot win with passion or with rage,
a lover's heart which simply won't engage
(C)2012, Christos Rigakos
Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 2:29 PM UTC
White lightning strikes us--
we're connected...
-vividly-
our energies
envelope...
visualization of our desire
sprouts forth
like an emerald tree
in the ethereal consciousness--
providing primeval symbols
taught to our isotopes
and totems.
Jan 4, 2012
Jan 4, 2012 at 12:49 PM UTC
His name is ingrained into the fabric of our flag,
yes, the one you see there, waving in the December air,
with waves that glisten not from sun but from wind,
through the water turned frozen they fail to despair,
"My, oh, my, it's Washington Crossing the Delaware!"
Yet an intrinsic sense of nationalistic pride
exudes from the ink that tattoos this canvas,
the genesis of a nation they had taken for their own;
though, as truth becomes told, our pride seems to fold,
and the ink in the portrait begins to fade in color.
Still, on he trekked, though frigid and cold,
as hills bleached in snow began to unfold
potential Hessian retreats scattered across the beach,
a visualization of a battle bounding to unfold,
a strategist adept in war, in honor he was cloaked,
too determined to fail now.
But here we sit, in contemplation and wonder,
pondering the juxtaposition of privilege and patriotism --
how deceitful corruption now riddles those in charge,
empty promises as true as the navy blue
of the oils that stain this worn, cherished canvas.
Its memory lives on in the minds of many made here:
those of us who bleed the good ol' red, white, and blue,
and those of us who hide from the ones who tattoo
their whispered words into the portrait of our being.
Our quilted nation is laced with crimson,
a tapestry of history hidden from the young;
woven threads of variability outline the margins,
a picturesque vision of what could be; a voice speaks,
"Perhaps our future is just across the Delaware!"
Nov 22, 2023
Nov 22, 2023 at 12:14 AM UTC
From consciousness
Are birthed your thoughts
Whose rays
Strikes the mind’s mirror
To create a reflection
Of your imagination
Silhouette at first
Bordering the edges of light
Finally, becomes clearer
To those with vision
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
Thinking about the first poems I wrote
Taking my notebook, on a sunny day
A solitude park
Located in a small town Illinois
Feeling the sun on my back
As I scribble the words for a new poem
The melody of birds singing
A small breeze upon my face
Back in the days
Where I was writing for myself
Where I was the only one reading
The visualization of my own thoughts
Poetry is unique
Everyone imagines words a different way
Never let anyone define your skills
Write out your heart, poetry is made for you
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 6:27 PM UTC
~for Star BG~
the visualization exists and persists like a pea burr
under a princess mattress,
the old poet in confession reveals he is a 180 degree sinner,
hail mary, yeah baby,
but the 90 degree was deemed so correct that blessed as right,
intuited and taught as the first of the geometric earth geo-phases,
first even before,
the Kabbalist circles found in early man’s cave
star drawings
who has time or patience to lean on a base tree trunk,
sitting, becoming an emboldened line compelling complimentary,
a human addition to seal a natural right angle,
blessed are they,
good luck to all of us,
for he who feels peace, brings it forth,
no messiah required,
when humans use their bodies and trees,
to make a rightful peace sign,
humans breathe the forest oxygen
preserving both
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 10:12 AM UTC
I am pleased, might finally speak about my witch friend
share with you some of her wits and trends
Masters today desecrate the truth,
meditation and visualization are nothing but outdated tools
Culturally, relatively free i write fearless,
Contemplation overcomes meditation,
Spirituality conqueres religion ,
I formless, will not abide to your anticipations
I renounce my knowledge and education
Transparency , revolution,
Love works,
It has been scientifically proven
We are what we think
Thoughts procure reality
it has been confirmed quantum physically
So what's your excuse?
take control and imagine the best version of YOU
Imagination is the key to reaching everything and beyond
Words Of Harfouchism
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 7:27 AM UTC
This
is
a visualization
exercise-- Take a
breath and close your eyes.
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 3:21 AM UTC
Let's go somewhere, let's
do something, let's
be the people we are
meant to be
today with eyes gently closed, sketching
my wish,
a lifetime atop liquid satin
sail me away in the dark, sweet you until
stars wrap your face in
a hug, pull away out of
jealousy
one of these hours I might pop with the
taste of sincerity,
of laughter you
bring to me quietly
were it not
for the disulfide knowledge
the unmistakable now
where everything is right
and you are everything.
May 8, 2012
May 8, 2012 at 10:00 PM UTC
i press memories into my skin
just to have a constant visualization of them
another one, a different view
the thought would rattle you, if you only knew
your body takes an idea, makes it beautiful
i trace the lines while you echo the stories
of each driving space that hurt less than the thought
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
I sit,
watching,
mesmerized by
your delicate hands,
meticulously brushing,
left,
right,
up,
down,
to create
a likeness of the
picturesque visualization
you have of the word "mug,"
abjectly imprinted
in the wrinkles of your brain,
exuding our camaraderie
over a cup of tea.
You are my cup of tea.
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 12:20 AM UTC
Resuspension
Centrifuge & resuspend the oligos,
The precursor to your macromolecule,
Follow it by concentration & dilution.
To avoid resuspension difficulties,
Heat the oligos to 55º C, and,
Vortex in between thoroughly.
Storage
Optimal conditions,
For standard DNA oligonucleotides,
They be followed closely.
Store them at –20º C for long,
At 5º C while performing procedures.
Also, store them with fluorophores,
For better visualization later.
For standard RNA oligonucleotides,
The conditions be more stringent.
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 2:40 AM UTC
The warmth of your body
that wraps around me,
the touches of yours
gently caressing me.
The tone of your
sleepy voice,
those drowsy
eyes of yours.
As I feel your nose
lining from my neck
down to my spine,
babe it makes me weak.
then I felt your lips
pressing with mine.
Your ardent kisses
and comforting hugs.
The smells of your skin
that lingers on mine
and the sensation it gives
of longing even more for you.
You, everything about you,
every part of you,
gives me pleasure,
it makes me fall even deeper.
I hope this won't end
tho the visualization
wasn't vivid at all,
It doesn't matter.
What I only know is
you're here next to me,
with your arms around me and
hands clutched with mine.
Please let this last long forever,
let us indulge the moment
as you and I dive into this
exceptional love of ours.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 5:01 AM UTC
Visualization skills
Can be incredible
I can be walking down a street in Paris
With my friend who died
Four years ago
But it can also be terrible
Like when I'm trying to fall alseep
But I'm standing in her room
Watching her burn
Or when I'm sitting in my room
And you are there
But I have to remember you left
And it isn't real
Sometimes I can walk alone the ocean
Instead of the street
But usually
I'm running from monsters
I'm not insane
I visualize on purpose
But sometimes I loose control of my daydreams
Sometimes I swear you hate me
Because I misread something
And my stupid brain twists thoughts
And gives me the worst possible scenario
And that scenario is real
Only it's not
Because you don't hate me,
Do you?
It's so hard to touch a ghost.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 9:08 AM UTC
Smeared visualization distorted on my
perceptions of what I see beyond this
frame of sight, I am numb to the hearing
of what is vocalized beyond this mounting.
Palms etch silhouettes of my fears that became
indifferent to the haze that consumed what
once was luminous. Now jaded reflections
turn inwards and devour the glass now cracked.
Pristine architecture now squandered in reflective
doubts. Dilapidation of what held perceptions
of fleeting sights. Apprehension now seen in others
eyes, adorned beyond perceptions looking inwards
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 6:23 PM UTC
I usually do T'ai Chi
when everyone else has gone to sleep.
Not really because I'm bashful about it,
although I am,
but because I do it when
I slow down enough to remember
that it's there
to do.
-
I think of it as sparring with one's Chi;
Pull the Energy in, push it back out:
Pretend that your ****** actions are as breaths
for a larger Godself-energy, or Chi,
and the universal sustaining Energy being breathed is Tao
(For lack of better terms, hah!)
Visualization makes the Energy more real in the Mind
and who's to say it can't follow elsewhere?
May the Force be with you.
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 11:20 AM UTC
crossing over the x’s
of life’s yeild signs,
wisdom paused at potholes
alarming damaging obstacles.
appreciation of a flattened heart,
restored by breathing breaths,
repaired the elements that once,
depleted healthy treads.
ignoring warnings of danger,
living in a reality of denial
has fooled my internal equilibrium.
sapience surrounded my driveway,
i looked both ways and proceeded with caution.
foolishly piloting with a naive navigation,
is not within my futuristic visualization.
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 9:35 PM UTC
The country is in limbo
While the rulers stand with hands akimbo
And many citizens are confused like bingo.
There's need for we citizens to make hay
Now it's day
So we can have a say
And live not in dismay.
Today, in our nation
It seems corruption
Is now the option.
We must take an action
To stop this stagnation
From messing up our civilization.
Can someone lead us in a direction
that can get our nation
Out of this cloudy confusion?
From my observation
Many are in frustration
And have taken the situation
As their final conclusion.
I make a confession
That I see a counter motion
That will shatter the ugly configuration
And lead us into positive progression
In this nation
Can you do same visualization
And make positive confession
So that with inspiration, aspiration and perspiration
We redeem the image and glory of this nation?
© Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 6:04 PM UTC
A moment of realization...
An awakening of the soul guides me into an explicit visualization...
Our togetherness has proposed its final course within the mission
Your hand is no longer in mine and our souls become separated
Like a yellow flower earth nail carried along throughout open space
We are drifting away from each other
A final strain grips my heart with a dismal pain
Followed with tears of joy
I begin to feel gratitude for the emanation of our mind and soul expansion
I find appreciation for the personal transformation that has defined us with higher purpose
As the thoughts of us slowly dissipate into memories
I sense a completion, a bliss experience
I pronounce a fare thee well to the good times we've shared
Positioning them in balance towards a peaceful and harmonious state
And declare an acceptance of what has and will rightfully become.
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 3:09 PM UTC
I saw his tongue..press against his lover’s skin..
and slide up to her shoulder.
I was drowning in their image,
tracing the outline of their bodies.
The crowd of lost kids pushed and shoved through me,
denying my presence.
My soul twisting, writhing.
His eyes shut unevenly,
losing their way from reality.
His nails dug into her..
I..
I had never seen such a sight.. so close.. so real..
I was shoved into the visualization of energy itself.
I..I’d never felt so alive;
as the night in which I died.
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 4:51 PM UTC