Alan Johnson and Tulika Dugar
Hidden between glances
Silencing a cacophony of doubts
Entering a place reverently
Peaceful and in tune with the beat
Vibrational magnets conjoin
Even across a room
Finding the mellow one
Untroubled and appreciative of much
Harmonious strings are magical
Baroque gypsies fancy bravato
A passacaglia minuet to begin
A teething rose and Bolero
Tapping toes and castanets
Candles and torches blazing
A fugue in D Minor and such
Moonlight sonatas and patchouli
An image of Zeta watches
And there’s Tadhg whom I adore
The Samba and Bossa Nova
The night takes an exotic twist
Fantastic is the swirling passion
The drum beats stirring lust
Sweltering rhythms and riffs
Take me away to a distant place
And there is Zeta watching me
The night dissolves then
And I return home
Zeta I can’t resist
And the late Jose Feliciano on Youtube
My favorite guitarist
Such a gypsy
I still love you the best…..🌹
PIM, Poetry in Motion, has made an advertisement for my poetry. Thank you Alan Johnson, and Tulika Dugar 🌷
This is so fairy like, whimsical and inviting. I want to enter into my world…. LOL…
Thank you, thank you, thank you ♥️
Imaginations of a girl
Dragons, bubbles and blonde curls
Creating a magical place
All her own
Her angel watches waiting
Motivating the child’s talents sown
In bubbles and butterflies and green moss
The smell of dirt’s mushrooming gorse
The dragon suddenly comes alive
The wave of her finger
Her angel smiles
Gifting the child’s natural endowments
A seer, a writer, a fairy princess
Must always keep her reason for existence
Sadly time and reality erase her magic
Once and artist
Her angel idly waits
Queuing patiently the child’s imaginations
Laws that govern the protection of hospitals
Penal codes that govern the laws of (USA) men
And what about the laws that govern the truth
There’s a tide that is honest and leads when
Laws protecting this and that fail written by a pen
Having to step out of the Torahs way, every now and then
Deciding a destiny, costing more than gold, one aspires
A judgement of convictions, rising above sentencing
The choices sitting before you are costly fires
Codes of ethics, standards of practice, oh the law tires
Hurting and hindering more than protecting innocent life
Having to make verdicts and to be the judge
Stepping off-limits defining integrity relevant per
The voice within though pushed won’t fudge
And the jury that can’t hear, ultimately will misjudge
But HIPAA won, the penal code vanished
And the man slit the throat of his dogs
The neighbors children are next
It doesn’t matter for the HIPAA Law gods
Silence fell because the determinate kills dialogues
I dreamed a prophet dream early this morning (CST USA). I have been having some health issues that have been escalating over the past couple of years.But, my health is not what this story is about, you just need to know a little and where and why this dream came to me last night or early morning.
First of all, I’m nearly deaf and the second condition, I could loose my eye sight in my dominant eye. So, I’ve been worried as it will effect my working ability, my art, and most importantly my writing.
I believe that my superior being was speaking to me and giving me all the reasons why this could happen and should it occur, then know the purpose. There is a powerful reason for this to happen.
My dream: (Part One) Taunting me; were two bullies. They were males. I knew them and recognized them Apparently they disliked me for similar reasons. They accused me of not being perfect, and this and that… The accusations are personal, and not important to write about. Somethings are best left unsaid. However, one had bangs like a woman, like he did in real life, and the other was tall, skinny and had glasses that were thick like coke bottles. They accused me of all the things that in life, I’ve accused myself. Laughing at me, putting me down, they seemed to follow me and gang up on me. And that is when I decided to confront them in a loving manner, and that is when they changed their tunes.
I discovered they taunted me, because they wanted my attention so much, that negative attention was better than no attention. I never knew how much they longed for me just to be kind.That part ended with me holding them both in a motherly hug.
The morale of that part of the dream was sometimes the things, the negative actions of others and traumatic circumstances that come to us in life, are actually, blessings disguised in our fears. These negatives are meant to teach us a lesson and they won’t leave until we get it, and learn.
(Part Two) LOL… I’m having difficulty remembering part two… Oh, lets see… Okay, now I remember.
The two bullies began to cover my eyesight with a covering that made me blind. I had to trust my once enemies. So, I allowed them to place the cloth over my eyes. That is when I began to feel my world. I had to touch faces in order to recognize and understand. Still unable to hear a bird sing or whispers, and then to add the blindness, my world changed and I began to perceive life and they living in a new way. I could not judge by my eyesight any longer, but only had my hands to feel. I couldn’t judge the world by hearing, because I had to know and perceive the world intuitively. When I learned and discovered my world without hearing and sight, then I truly understood, the spiritual concepts that govern the entire universe.
Morale learned. We judge our space using hearing and sight, but take those gifts away, and we will truly see and know many new concepts.
Wow… I have peace and understanding now… 🌹
Wandering my streets of dreams
Seeking the truth of love ❤️
Looking forward to your smile
The day we say “hello”
I know you have always been there
Please tell me your name
And what thoroughfare you’re lost
I’ll search for the place sent
Just send me your coordinates
I will find you know matter what
What is love?
Love of self is the first ingredient to true love.
Sacrificial love is ONLY when a person understands love and love of self.
That person is able to then, and only then say, I choose you over me….
And my friends, that is love…
That you first chose me (because you loved yourself first).
Image from A Poets Haven
Having had the often dramatic invitation to sit and talk with numerous if not hundreds of psychotic people have developed some poetry written just from their voice. Trying to hear, listen and engage with individuals who must deal daily with similar verbal intrusions, pray I’ve come close to their constant barrage of voices that often want to control them. And using my poetic expression ‘Conversations With Psychosis,’ these voices of unreason that are dangerous sometimes, I hope that I have written about a fraction of the anarchies that are against those stolen human souls and minds.
The Mind, The Last Adventure… We can go to Saturn, Pluto and Jupiter, but we don’t know a humane treatment for psychosis..We have barely touched the tips of their states of minds.
To the schizophrenics, I dedicate this poetry series.
Conversations With Psychosis
Over The Valley and Through The Woods of Brain Matter
Often, I sit held captive to meandering thoughts about life
Questioning and answering these frivolous voices asking
This and that and hearing myself talk and the vocal vibrations
That seem wise and and silly, and they are my closest friends
They correct me, and hear me, answer me, and implore me
Annoy me with their constant asking beginning with, “why.”
We talk about God and children and the animal kingdom
The butterflies and bats and deciduous delicate opinions
Of others who seem to have all that I don’t possess, but yes
Must confess~ Thoughts are no more than human profess
And they wander in and out the dark places of my mind
Weaving to and fro and there they go to be replaced
By another question asking, “how does the world turn
Or isn’t it odd~ that is ~ the pale oval shape of The Moon
Beams that are brilliant and kept me awake~ last night
Fully lit my room, peeping through the window shades
And in the shadows always waiting to ask more questions
Like I know, keeping me alert on my brains tippy-toes
Voices of amusement, voices of wonder, voices voices
Psychosis often confused with man’s ditactic eternal gnosis
God I need hypnosis to rid me of allegorical brainey mitosis
Whimsical metaphors comparable to a quaint cathedral
Holding me captive hyperkinetic clairvoyant attractions
And you think that I don’t understand? I’m silent; but see.
Conversations With Psychosis (number 2)
Who are you? I asked the one hiding in the shadows.
What do you want? I hear you and see you but you ~
Are not clear and you whisper to someone else. Those.
Disclose now! I tell you. What would you have of me?
Gleefully you beast you laugh, loose nothing, carefree
Taking advantage of a sick mind, you are lordly, unkind
Gripping minds, gossiping alluring beguiling with signs
Couriers, alerts, commands, urgings and announcements
So innocently requesting mandates and harsh judgements
Tell me again? What did you ask? To cut? So pungent
That voice sounds like God! Shh! Hush! Its Him calling
No misjudgments, yes, no repugnance, how often will ~
You visit me. It’s love; it’s hate, but you’re my only friend
You’re not evil or troubling; you’re an angel condemned
A godsend, yes, your voices, those friends~ I will defend
Hush now! They’re coming! Quiet! They’ll find you out.
My lips are sealed now, but you take over my mouth~
And say the most horrible things and I squat and crouch
Around the corner dressed in white, they come with needles
A team of them, they whom you fear, “I hate you!” Peoples
Think they live under steeples who rid you from mine ears
Letting you go again, but you’ll be back, I have no fears
What? You’re shaking from fright being torn from my body
As the drugs enter into my bloodstream, they embody
My soul, as bad as these voices, why can’t I be free daddy?
I started crying before I could finish this one….
Conversations With Psychosis
Drooling and drugged, my eyes glazed
Just a sip of water, please, don’t you understand?
My skin is grey from lack of oxygen
They won’t let me smoke
It’s bad for my sin
You who’ve judged and called me names
Laughed at my face and yelled, YOU’RE INSANE!
I guess that I am, after all, you told me so
Walking around my face flat as a board
No life in these eyes and having facial sores
Half naked my butt shows, you make me dress
What for? Who cares, I’m a disgrace
Angry that, I scream at you
Who stands at my bed eating a shoe
Though never offering juice nor brew
You’re scum. You sit hoping~ I’ll overcome
And then go home and leave me here
Dang it! Wont you bring me a beer!
What do you care if I like whiskey better
Than drugs and drooling and eating paper
Oh go home, you’re like all others
Never vindicated, you’re like my mother
I HATE YOU! YOU BITCH! YOU NASTY MF’ er
AND DRUG ME~ why don’t you?
You son of my brother
I’m left again
Lost, lonely within
Hold my hand
It’s dark in here
These voices have drowned me
Love ~ 🌹
This ocean called emotions of love and hate
On a journey, given time to navigate this place
Traveling ~ hoping to find a bliss, perhaps a myth
A soulmate, wandering, looking for their mate
The one true love measured by allotted faith
That Earth is always kind and lends us this gift
A season filled ~ with a long lingering bequeathed
Under the stars, under The Moon, under The Sun
Seeking true love while roaming the marketplace
Yet ~ never finding him face-to-face
So ~ I keep wandering the forest ~ Just in case
My eternal soul buds in an herb of his grace
Until that time when we tangle in embrace
I’ll keep meandering the hillside of the human race
Picking flowers whilst singing songs and hymns
Smiling gently for one day ~ you’ll be coming home
Bj The K of ♣️’s Feb © 2017
I’ll leave the oil burning so you’ll find my way
Art by me