Poem written by a whale and a dolphin in a spaceship
People walk towards me And they walk towards The doorways of always People talk right through me Then do things to me In the doorways of always I am the twelfth nightmare of existence My days are spent here at your insistence I must leave you now So that one day I may return to you Through the doorways of all waysPoem with no know title and no stated purpose
I am the most of times And the most of lives I slip through the doorways of time To live amongst you and beside you My existence is an enigma An unsolved mystery I live in the moments where nothing really happens My name is unknown And often unheard I fall silently Into the night Only to rise again With dawn's first light I amA random list of words that are hard if not impossible to define
Life, Love, Time, Space, Trust, Sublime, Memory, Self, Sleep, Consciousness, Awareness, Mind, Spirit, Soul, Define, Explain, Analyse, Happiness, Ego, Imagination, Truth, Reality, Energy, Light, Existence, Life.Poem designed to bend your mind back into its original shape
I used to arrange my life so sweetly That it would never disappear so neatly I used to plan each waking moment Until it became a sacred monument I used to feel my entire body breathing In the night it would always seem a real thing I used to glow in the dark like a distant star I wondered who or what we really are I used to think about the trees on the hill That grew in the silence of sunshine until The day would come when they should fall In many ways I hear that very same call There is no more I can tell you for now Try not to wrinkle or furrow your brow This poem is a reminder of all we have lost One day soon we will tally the true cost This last verse is really not like the rest It was placed here merely as a bit of a test To see how much more of this you can take I'll go outside now and stand on a rake Oops that was painful. I won't do that again I think I should stick to using paper and pen To record each random and variable thought Mental gymnastics is suddenly my favourite sportWork in progress
I am one of at least six billion souls Each one living their various roles On a planet that spins around on its axis While governments seek new ways to raise taxes All around me I see people of every colour and size Variations on a them with arms, legs, faces and eyes The ants are my friends and so are the birds Some thoughts I find cannot be captured in words We orbit our sun while being warmed by its rays It has been this way now for countless days Is the idea of a big bang correct as we have been taught? Or is this universe the manifestation of one divine thought? We have learned to define ourselves with such small thoughts Limitations and assumptions which deny our true source How did we allow this to happen? Are we really so blind? We are now quite disconnected from the universal mind We fill our days with every conceivable entertainment Somehow this does not seem to produce much contentment We keep ourselves constantly busy and eternally distracted You have to wonder of our minds have become fractured What does it all mean? People often inquire Is there something to which we can all aspire Will some messiah emerge to raise our spirits higher? Would that serve to satisfy some universal desire? If you can find calm in the midst of this confusion You may start to see right through the illusion We seem to be prisoners of time and of space Many believe we simply die and leave no trace The answer my friends may be closer than you'd imagine Hold onto your hats as this may make your head spin Deep inside you there is a quiet presence You might even call it your divine essence It may lay there dormant for many long years Subdued and covered over by all of your fears Listen carefully and you may hear its silent call During those wondrous moments where You feel fabulous for no reason at all I can't think how to end this poem It really has no final statement In a few years or weeks or days I may return to it to add a new phrase