Conscious Hallucinations
vague attempts to listen to untold stories, un-found mysteries, and future histories.
Wednesday, January 25, 2017
found a beautiful poem. just sharing
a moment of rant
Our lives
today, founded on clauses
Conditions,
by communities, societies
Families,
governances, plentiful nuances
We are born
individuals, born with a soul
Born unique,
to be different than the rest
To be different,
on you it does take a toll’
A true
essence of you dissipates
Replaced by
the stench of the common
The worldly,
the plenty, the crowd
You become
what they want you to be
To survive,
live by our rules they say
“be not too
loud”
“be not too
happy”
“be not too
friendly”
“be not too
angry”
“think not
from your mind, for it isn’t your job. Let us think and guide you”
Blindly follow
everyone as they go.
Their rules,
or someone else’s that they follow
Have you
stopped in your tracks for a moment?
Thought of
who you really are?
Not
conforming, not influenced, not by judgement?
Not impacted
by what they said to you
Of what
they thought you were all about?
What deep
down you hold and believe so true
Have we
lost ourselves to appease others?
a herd of
cattle or sheep, which ever you prefer
your own identity,
lost or smothered.
Changed so
drastically, we own no memory
Of our own
demons and angels,
Of knowing
our innermost selves, the good bad and ugly.
We are no
different, not so unique
Tinker toys
from the herd factory
Our motives
thin, our virtues oblique
When did we
lose the will to be?
Who we are
and what we WANT to be?
When did
they all become important, their opinions sole?
And then, we blinded our eyes, only left for them to
see.Monday, March 30, 2015
Theres no such thing as love
Stripped bare
naked.
Out on the
street
Cast into
loathsome self doubt
And self
inflicted injury.
Stripped
bare naked
Of any
virtue, any soul
You questioned
my conscience
My existence,
on the whole
I bared my
soul to you
Because of
the belief of love
I thought
you had in you for me
You were
sent for me from above
My angel
cast in heaven
I always
thought you to be
and in an
instant, my love,
became a
lie to you; you tainted me.
Let me now
retire to my self
Let my
solitude be my new love
There is no
knight in shining armor
There is no
angel from above.
Monday, March 9, 2015
an appeal
Cold dead
eyes that once bade me to come forth,
Stare back,
a constant gaze of despise.
That warm
look that did once melt me inside out,
Now spread
such chill, unremoved.
You caught
me gazing at you, awaiting a flicker of warmth,
And you
turned away, as though, it was something you loathed seeing.
My heart
felt broken, to see you broken,
My soul
felt dead, to see you aching.
How would I
exist, if you would no longer love me?
My heart,
my soul, entwined within yours, now felt lost.
I belonged
nowhere, no more.
Lost in obscurity,
was our love.
Judgments
made, distances now vast.
My ghosts,
my former deeds, haunt me now from my past.
And I know I
have lived this far only for you.
I see
nothing else for me in this world, its true.
I yearn to
see that pain ebb away my love,
I have
erred, I have sinned. But far above,
It’s a self-inflicted
wound upon me I’ve cast,
My stabbing
you unknowingly, deep in your grieving heart.
You are my
world, my life, my love.
No more
words to be said, no more apologies, enough.
Take me
back whole or none.
Or leave me
be to whither, moon or sun.
Without you,
my existence seems bleak.
I lament
for your pain, my pain, within your heart, deep.
Come to me
my love. I want to hold you fast.
Before this
distance does away, what was meant to last.
Thursday, January 8, 2015
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
You are here, with me.
I hear you , your mellow voice, in the sweet rustle of leaves. In the soulful wail of a violin. In the pattering of gentle rain on the pavement. In the calm of the ocean. In the cry of the sea breeze. I hear your peaceful voice. With every pause and skipping of a heart beat.
I see you, your angel like form, in the rising of the sun, and setting of it so. In the pale of a fog filled morning. In the rivulets and streams that churn their way while it pours. In the mesmerizing lights in a star lit sky, in my highest high, in my lowest low, I see your wonder some gaze.
I feel you, your warmth and compassion, in the gentle touch of the leaf while it falls. In the wind while it grazes my skin on a windy day. In the scorching sun, when I'm in my form most undone. In the softest dwells of a warm blanket, in the reassuring embrace of my mother. I feel you, my love and my skin tingles with laughter.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
A saviour
At the threshold
of losing faith,
On the
brink of losing sanity.
Battles a-many,
all hopes lost.
Losing face
from reality.
Laying out
there on the battlefield ,
Amongst ruin,
bereavement and despair.
Green
grasslands no more,
Ashes and cinders
burn to core.
I lay amidst the heap so morbid,
As all
vision grew indistinct.
No sounds
but of the crackling embers,
My fading
breath, a dying heart,
Life percolating
away into a distant tunnel.
A bright
light fell upon me,
Summoning my
end.
A firm hand
enfolded around my shoulders,
Pulled me
upright from the ground.
The light
slowly dimmed away,
A
silhouette it brought forth.
A vessel brought
to my chapped bloody lips,
A fluid
dribbled in, soothing and cold,
I saw the
face, a warrior, a brave.
His face
bore the brunt of war.
Yet his
expression, of calm and unassuming peace.
He rested
my tired head against his chest,
And I felt
an immediate reprieve.
Peace coursed
from his veins into mine
Life,
beating within my lifeless heart again
He lifted
me into him arms;
Silent words
spoke he, to me.
As my sight
grew sharp,
I saw his
face clear and sound.
A guardian
angel, did descend,
In a mortal
form.
Valor, said
his name to be,
A warrior
who fought many battles , like me.
Ill be by
your side, were words I heard
For life, and
for eternity.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
-
Put an end
to your masquerade,
Bring forth
for us to your, your true face,
The one
people know not of, the monster unseen
Your
pretentious soul brought forth,
The pretty
façade removed, revealed, at its own pace,
The
breaking of an illusion, requiem of a dream,
The demon
that dwelt within, finally. Seen.
Friday, July 4, 2014
July- 04- 2014
Every linkage created and then torn,
sculpts a being further. This work in progress either takes a turn for the
worse, or ends up being a masterpiece. Our souls make us decide, to choose the
path to destruction, or to simply allow the damages to create something new,
something better of us.
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