What if when we sleep
parts of our deep subconscious minds
coalesce to form their individual energies
into one superconscious entity
to cultivate our existence
What if when we are awake
we cultivate good positive thoughts
so when these energies coalesce
the entity will shine for us
What if when we die
our spirit lives on
within the superconscious
What if when we're born
our elemental tears stimulate the whole
What if...
There is a spirit announcing a spirit of glass a spirit behind me a spirit called past There is a spirit deceiving to be what is not to be a whole thing to be my last shot There is a spirit encroaching a spirit to feel a spirit of beginning a spirit called real There is a spirit bleeding to be here with me to be my punctuation to be my reality There is a spirit within a spirit of darkness a spirit of light a spirit called yes There is a spirit... Oh my to be unspoken to be heard by me to be love's token Yes, there is a spirit a spirit without wings a spirit unbroken a spirit who sings Oh my...
Sometimes
death can arrive when you least expect it
and you look upon it as
an imposible moment
that shouldn’t be there
yet there it is
waiting for you
to show you
what it looks like
And it looks like,
life
You hear, feel
your heart beat
as the rain once did
Silence
is the other witness,
the silence of the dark, cold, moment
And it feels like,
life
Time moves on
leaving you in its wake
as sounds, feelings … heartbeats
race the rapids
until
you ride the fall
And it feels like,
life
For here is death’s whisper
stinging your ears
blocking your vision
stealing your oxygen
killing you
And it feels like,
life
how this time
this, impossible feeling of
distance
I feel such a longing for
longevity
yet at the same time
I feel its breath
begin to cremate
and I feel, also
her kisses
kissing me to feel
the distance
for it is such a distance
where the language of sorrow
echoes along the path
from the fires
those joyful fires,
breathing
breathing
their pleasured pain
Morning disturbs death
I survived nightmares
Her opened soul
Her waking smile
My tired psyche
My crumpled age
Nightmares depleted me
Coffee restored me
Death in mourning
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This poem came about by responding to a Twitter request for a 3 word poem.
I tweeted the first line, made a coffee and the rest of the poem followed 🙂
I hear planes in the sky
bees nearby
I sit and wonder why.
The rise of Earth’s scent
brings memories
ancient as I inhale
Bees nearby
feasting, dancing
to ancient rules
Planes in the sky
laden, travelling
over ancient lines
Me, eyes closed
listening, inhaling
relishing the sunrise
I sit and wander
over bees nearby
over planes in the sky
and up, and around
I wander till found
the answer as to why
ancient bones die.
I sit and wonder
of the age of ghosts
of Earth’s ancient hosts
and of time’s thunder
where ancient bones sigh.
A Gap In The Clouds 