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11
Mar
13

Dreamt Dreamer Dreaming


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Dreamt Dreamer Dreaming

dreaming of the dreamer
dreaming the dream
dreamed by the dreamer
dreaming the dream dreamt

Like many others, I am intrigued by the state of Dreaming.  A phenomenon majority of people and animals experience. Much research has gone into determining the function of dreams and as much, into the esoteric explanation of what they mean.

Typically dreams are suggested to represent a metaphorical unscrambling portrayal of the subconscious experience of daily conscious activity.

It is not my intent here to delve into the science and/or mythology of the dream state but, to relate to recent dream experiences I find especially intriguing in hopes that others may have had similar experience and can offer their insight and interpretation.

Firstly, one significant trait of my dream experience is that they seem to be episodal meaning; the dream will start where the same dream experience had some time in the past, ended and, it will hold to its own memory of that overall dream experience.

Next, I have awoken from three dream state levels: I awoke from a dream only to awaken again from that dream, only to awaken again into full consciousness of this reality.

Lastly, the most recent experience might be referred to as a Lucid dream state: I stated within the dream sequence the awareness that what was transpiring was in effect a dream. Specifically, I appeared to be revelling and partying with unseen friends amongst others. As I became very boisturous and behaving badly and out of character it came to me that all was fine because this was just a dream and, with that awareness, I pronounced to everyone this was just a dream so I could behave in this foolish manner. At one a point, a couple sitting at a table with their son, caught my attention. In the process of explaining to them I was just dreaming I asked the boy; what is your name?. He replied: ‘Joe’ to which I responded by shaking his hand telling him that it too was my name. The boy nor the parents had any resemblence to either me or my parents.  The father curiously asked me to explain my claim this was just a dream to which I explained my fascination and experience with dreams but as I began, I became consciously concerned of being able to distinguish reality when I would finally awaken. This caused me to do just that: awaken.

I will just add that this played as though I was looking through the view finder of a camera, the only point I saw myself in the dream was when I reached out to shake the boy’s hand and then, it was just my forearm and hand.

It is the second most recent experience of fully acknowledging that I was participating in a dream thus my actions were inconsequental. The first, not quite as detailed, occurred about two weeks ago. I can only relate to it as a converging awareness of being in a dream while conscious to reality. It is difficult to fully explain but it was though half my mind awoke and the other remained asleep or unconscious. When finally awake. I had quite the headache and left a bit confused.

It has been a long time ambition to consciously acknowledge within a dream that it being such, my actions and/or behaviour were inconsequential to conscious reality. It is quite liberating though comfounding, experience.

21
Feb
13

Sex-search


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Sex-search classifieds of men, boys seeking love
Love not purely of the emotional kind
Their word’s read of innocence and naivety
To brutal harshness of a calcified heart
That masks singular loneliness imposed by orientation
Driving their pursuance to anonymous exploitation
Motivated by need of purging sexual frustration
Fueling willingness for graphic display of wares to want
Ensuring debasement of integrity and mutual respect
Disregarding expense to potential future relationship promise

18
Feb
13

NEW BOOK: pre-RELEASE


 

I am pleased to announce the pre-release of my latest book of poetry titled:

REFLECTION – RESPONSE  through the voice of poetry.

As an introduction, this collection of poems is premised on reflection of the many important and diverse issues facing the global human community today and, through the voice of poetry, express my personal response to a perceived affect these issues are having on human, societal evolution.  Interspersed amongst these poems are several reflecting a personal philosophy toward life, sexuality and the environment.

I hope you would take a few moments to visit my Self-publishing website to review the contents of this book and I would be further honored if you found it worthy of comment.  It will soon be available in a variety of print format including, as an e-book for I-pad and tablet.

Thank you in advance for your time in this regard.

Enjoy:

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02
Feb
13

Morality’s Grasp


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He looked into my eyes, through to my want of soul
He knew I desired him but at what cost, what toll?
His beauty of youth so obvious, not to be denied
But morality’s grasp did, our chance to love, belie

Age, the discriminator to each living life
Through its passage, experienced, is much emotional strife
It need not be this way, it makes no common sense
For often and, most certain, it’s to our own expense

We struggle to retain our vibrancy of youth
But each reflective glance, garners the harsher of truth
As each year moves closer toward an unavoidable, death end
It leaves the want to be old and living , harder to defend

Beauty, it’s said, is bestowed to the eye of the beholder
But not if such beauty is found of one young by one older
Attraction should not be defined by the measure of time’s passage
But by the degree loving hearts become emotionally ravaged

To look into the wanting eyes of one’s youthful admirer
Full of innocence and want to fulfill a yearning desire
Ignorant to the morality of adult guilt self impose
Blind to the consequence that yields such advances forever closed.

02
Feb
13

Outcry


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Churned through the meat-grinder of invisible thought;
Frayed nerves, anxiety being the gristle fraught;
Time passage without mercy to mend brought;
End to the shredding of suffering sought;
Resolution denied quelling the onslaught;
Heedless to the outcry, remedy got

01
Feb
13

Leaving You


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What can I say that’s not been said before?
I know I need to be strong to walk out that door,
You may think it’s my way to even the score,
But truth: it’s because I can’t love you more.

When we first met, I sensed you were the One,
We laughed, we cried, we seemed to have fun,
But now, now that the hurting is done,
The time for me to leave has sadly come.

Your beauty, to my memory, is forever etched.
What we once had together, I’ll never forget
But, no longer can the pain, my heart be the subject,
Still, leaving you I know, I’ll always feel regret.

01
Feb
13

Caffine-Fix


I could live on coffee, and frankly, nothing else
Maybe that’s why I’ve maintained slimness, looking kinda ‘shh-felt’
God knows, I’m not one in need of pant-holding belt,
But frankly too, three daily trips to the loo, is a hard card to be dealt.

I’d gladly relinquish this caffine driven obsession,
But truth be known, this being my public confession:
The drink soothes my axniety and alliviates the depression
Enjoy a bit of creme but avoid the sugar confection

House-brew, no Starbucks or Timmy’s here,
It’s not their coffee, but an unconscious fear:
Caffine-starved, queing clients project a hateful leer
While anxiously waiting thier fix, you know, you best stand clear.

01
Feb
13

This Time Too?


I should be happy, elated that my life has chance to change
But, an uneasy gnawing in my stomach strangely remains.
Steps taken now are out of my hands to contain,
Will the outcome desired, simply go up in flames?

Like a tree bud blossoming to a new leaf,
My life passage too embarks upon a new street.
The desire for its journey to birth anxiety relief,
Though in this moment passage, uncertainty is all I see.

Cruel, by some measure, emotional suffering is mine to endure.
Time and time again, change has been ventured to offer a cure
But, what’s been desired, seems never to mature.
Possibly, this time too, it’s not for sure.

29
Jan
13

Creation’s Ineffable Future


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The crimson blood sport of chasing menopausal lure infusing the womb of creation by seed of celestial god’s making for want to promulgate a presence hitherto unknown by all that circumvents the establishment by virtual espousing rant authored by unknown cleric of ancient origin timelessly iterated epoch to epoch immemorial beheld by the present incarnation as pursuance toward an ineffable future

28
Jan
13

Artiste


Encountering the work of artist Thijme Termaat ( I Paint ) via his YouTube posted video titled `I Paint’, I was quite impressed by his talent. Hours before I had started to write the following poem but it wasn’t materializing into anything I thought meaningful but then, subsequent to watching `I Paint’ and visiting Mr. Termaat’s website, I was inspired to complete the poem to represent all forms of artistic, creative talent :

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Staring onto the blankness of the canvass page,
Watching as mysterious images take stage;
Not knowing their meaning, how to gauge,
Whether to be happy or, succumb to rage.

One by one, ceaseless, markings take on form,
Shaping contours that challenge a norm;
Imagination conspiring conflict with artisan’s forum,
Compelled to quell this brewing, mind-filled storm.

Hopeless to the helplessness of a moment pause,
To interpret translation by material, though fluid laws;
Rendering a final decision to what manifests, befalls,
To effect a meaning that has potentially, no true cause.

Cerebral energy transitions to a machine-like phase,
Inducing movement while the mind’s noiseless melody plays;
Pigmented colors of meaning, beyond just black and greys,
Capturing an image-thought, before it fades.




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