I figure some of you like-minded folks might be entertained by my meanderings, so I'm going to share a few poems.


"Lunch-Break Vitality" (written on a lunch break)

Meet me at the back of my mind.
Oh, don't mind me.

I'm in the grips of the same trance,
where inspiration always seems to find me.

Crunching out poems like self-centered lullabies
to feed my ego.

Am I more than some mechanism established to protect this vessel?

It's almost like thinking about death,
too much to hold in the mind's eye,
as if I'm lying to myself on the most fundamental level.

I'm not what I think I am.



"This Process of Becoming"

Keep peace in your hands.
Sensibility is always within reach.
Negativity is pointless.

Keep an eye on your thoughts.
Peace is in our hands,
reason is always within reach.
It's all in what you realize.

Broken by fear,
As life becomes death,
Who knows?

A life wasted in thought,
alone in principle.
Quick to forget,
but lost in memories.

Grudges and glimpses of beauty,
Lost causes.
New attempts at freedom,
new ideas holding sway over consciousness.

I'm lost in a sea of sensation,
bringing it home with the breath.
Appreciate this moment.


"Crisis of Consciousness" (From 2013)

This vessel,
moving in and moving on
to new fears and dreams.

Awake and alive,
alone and wandering,
wishing and ranting.

What am I trying to gain?
I'm splitting open into daydreams.
Am I nonsense?
While captivated, unmotivated,
unmentioned and bashful.

Equal parts wasted life and
meandering thoughts.
Add a dash of wonder.
Sit still and ponder.

There's nothing to ease discontent's
heavy breath on the back of neck.

I'm ashamed.




Let me know what you think.

I really like the last one - you have a very acute, perceptive sense of the subtle frames of mind - and I can definitely relate. I like your vocab.

Very nice! I like your style!

Right on, I love reading poetry. Writing it, not so much

I'll share a couple of my favorites:





I read Poe's poetry every Halloween, it's a tradition That and a screening of Rocky Horror Picture Show

I enjoyed reading your poems and hope to read many more. You got my upvote

Thanks guys.

And Metanoia thanks for showing me "The Veils of Maya." That's an amazing piece of work, I had never even heard of George William Russell.

Here's an ode to dimitry....
(Wrote it as a rap song actually)



Sick and tired
Of my old damn ways
So caught up and wired
In these games I play
With the world outside
And my sisters and brothers
But mostly with myself
With God and the others

Living a lie, I try
To fake a state
With this mask I wear
I mostly manipulate
I turn you into other
And the we into the me
I even turn my own mother
To a secondary she

How could it be
that this child that was me
Turned into this cold
selfish power hungry fiend
How could this love
that I once gave for free
Turn into this hunger
I feel so desperately

When I scream here and wonder
If I'll ever work this out
I dont understand
If I should cry or fuckin shout
I feel im brimming in my anger
And swimming in my doubt
Where is the promised heaven
That the christ was talkin about?

Chorus

Instead waiting for the future
In all honesty
I'd rather step into the now
and smoke some dmt
Blast off to the realms of the unmanifest
Feel the truth in my soul
and the love in my chest
I ain't never gonna catch up
while running at this pace
unless I realize the love
that Inhabits this space

So you see my friend,
there ain't no you and me
There's only fields of awareness
and eternity

So blast off, blast off
Smoke some dmt
Blast off blast off
Smoke some DMT! <3