Organic Violent Luminous Darkness

I have a vision.

Of the most perfect way of being.






It banks catastrophe..

Fear not, No,
you see,




It's of the meek senses

converted
Incandescent.

In the mind.


Driven to more a keen,
say


Illustrious
Presence in time,




-

An apocalyptic,

 more

Abduction by benevolence,



Riven from our a passage among the Earth.

Think long at the time of your birth
Remember,

Knowledge of the truth



of higher divine
Again,



Achievable in space and time


matured.

And this righteous way of being
Is hindered, reeking rotten;
an
ideal of some creator.

I'm saying
It's a poison of our masses, Empowered by our hatred.
A consumption of nothing and we'd still all debate it.
F*****g off time and energy to a
prioritized paycheck..


These are the endless conditions I've seen



As this entity I am,

 As this human I be..


Mistakes
do not ridicule
in the fathomable way I seek.





From twirling luminous balls we've breached.



And in our Earthen tombs we do not bleed.
I've said
Before the skeleton,
indeed,
we were
what we'll always be.
You know,
What we were
before we were
written and
committed to a
mortal way of being.



Revised
A spirit jailed in a body

outside
the
Flashing, impaling, we say
impossible to travel through
Dimensions,
oblivious
to the continuum of energy.
That same energy that binds us.

Me,
I mean.




So shivers
more like tremors
shake my spine


My awareness more than ever
Sheltering me
through MY
mind!


A paradox you, see, the


infinities unreached by our SELVES,
Says me-



Composing but refusing.

Reducing and forgetting what the use is.



So this immaculate way of thinking
is like

The Keep gets
its madhouse liquidation.

A search
and destroy
mission
to the most hidden
Maelstrom
ends
masqueraded. 

Yes, we'll dance with out worry.

But
now
Hear me,
For  I wrote this
just this morning

before the wash and clean.

Organic
A wild shade of green
A tongue vibrant
Yet strikingly ill of duty
Trapped? In an incalculable, robbed perception?

-ONGOING TRIUMPH OF THOUGHTS-

Bending the surface until it pops


A hole spurting intellect and reason
Empathetic to the technicalities of breathing


While
the smell of skunk and cigarette
Is dominating the rooms

-Sucking it up
until the fire burns
the
tips of
The Keeper.



And as the useless poetry blooms.

Reviews

[Pax Analog]

This nonpareil piece bleeds duality on the snow of Nonduality. The Unborn we always already are submitted to the tortuous slings & arrows of consensus grappling. What's particularly beautiful about your spontaneous genius is the perennial wisdom rendered w/such wildly focused grace & grit, like the epiphanous pain of giving birth, ineffable Spirit squeezed through the convolutions of this strange stepped-down world. Poignantly original gnosis, hauntingly exquisite.

[Clockwork]

If I understand correctly, you show us the true spark of our soul and our inherently divine nature. You show us how that spark is contained within human form, and that the body is just a vessel for the soul.

Then there is the issue of our perception about this world; you describe that so well in these lines:

And this righteous way of being
Is hindered

F*****g off time and energy to a
prioritized paycheck

These things override any actual discovery we could do along the way to center ourselves in a state of purity.

I hope I have begun to see the heart of what you have created here. There is so much I felt while reading this piece that I have not said. You have true sight, and a deep well of the mystery in this piece. What is beautiful about this piece is I see the world through your eyes, and I see the connections between things.

[Jazmen]

hey, I really appreciate your insight and kind words.
I am a fan of this one too, I used to think of adding to it, but haven't done anything thus far, and figured it's best to just write others with the same theme, (which has no name in particular..) and keep it as it is. Thanks for reading.
I am a fan of your poetry, so thanks again for your review.

[John Phoenix Hutchinson..]

Ahh this piece tasted like a hint of metaphor, with emotive illusions of grammar and heartfelt verbs of vanilla on my tongue

[JohnnyMagrinho]

The Keep gets
its madhouse liquidation.

That's a fantastic line. This piece, I think, is better understood if read at a faster pace but then slowed down between some parts. It's sort of like breathing so fast until you hyperventilate and then pass out. In the end you'll come around and want to feel that light headed sensation once more. So you'll do it again.

I got the feeling you just had some sort of epiphany and felt inclined to share. That's the best kind of poetry, in my opinion, as the majority of the best, notable poets I've read, as good as their work is, I feel have always been so rigid and confined to such rules that restrict otherwise loose ramblings of a feeling.

I love that line about the Keep and the madhouse liquidation. How often have I discussed with my dad just how artificial we humans have become, how we have this false sense of security and aliveation above the rest of the natural world and yet we think it's f*****g normal. How insane is that? If you're an Indian farmer you'll need one of those hats with a face on the back of it so the tigers don't come and get you, but still, there's only so many stares that beast will tolerate before telling you to shut the f**k up.

I don't think the poem was senseless at all, I think it made perfect sense and raised some good points with decent rhythm, pace and rhyme, as well as being disjointed enough to be interesting.

I'm probably doing it a disservice by not critiquing as in depth as I should do, but I'd like to leave it garner a bit more mysteriousness first, and not try to over analyse it.

[Jazmen]

I'm glad you so greatly understand that line and can relate.. I completely agree, you've said it very well just now. That we have the false sense of security over everything else around us. Most of my ideas in my work stem from my awareness of this, it's refreshing to know you have the idea down as well.. more, it's uncommon, you know.
But I judge based on it, I live by it. So I believe it to be remarkable that perhaps you know what I'm talking about.
Having said that, I also never dwell on it for too long.. I keep my hopeful mind reered, and hope to not forget my ignorance is buried within the confines of my nature as human, and again, more, not be arrogant that I know this and that and the other thing.. and not to say that I know and others don't f*****g get it. or that every one is disgusting. period.
Because I believe we are all capable. I believe we are born into the most unspoken of wars. The human tragedy.. we do not perfect, we learn.

This poem was written not during an epiphany, but in a dire need to write something at all about SOMETHING. about anything. It began with a quick thought as my fingers finally were at the keyboard, I made myself ( "I have a vision" ) and I typed fast. And revised. So not much a direct epiphany, but I do love to hear that the urgency of the piece was picked up on because I did want that to be there.
And I love your description of the sequences of breathing through it as well. Awesome..
Thanks for such a detailed review, your critique was as in depth enough! More than one can expect so thank you, your words are sincerely appreciated here.

[Stacey Watts]

This was very well written. It flows well to the bottom. I enjoyed the last line. It makes everything seem to come full circle in the way poetry tends to be sometimes. Brilliantly stated here.

[Alicia Beavis]

I enjoyed the way it sounded when read aloud more than anything though it was quite an interesting read. Nice!

[J. Anthony Guerrero]

Amazing work! I really really love how it ends, "and as the useless poetry blooms." Just seems perfect with it being written "just this morning" and all the other questions that are going on during the poem. You're very talented!

[Wondering Mind]

It does not make sense at all for the sense-less...
This questions all the misconceptions (most I should say) that we as humans have been schooled and preached in-to.

[Schadenfreude]

I was drawn in by the first word. Really lovely piece.