Consciousness Poems
Glimpse of Actuality
by J R
In a small room, in the afternoon, as you close the door.
An open window, casts its bright vibrant shadows, onto the soft carpeted floor.
In the plight, of the night, As you stroll the streets of New Paltz.
A small Bombay cat, shines its blackened furry silhouette, onto the stark smothered asphalt.
You take for granted the complexity, of the objective subjectivity, You beg and plead, that you need, more due to its simplicity.
The beauty of duality, though an illusion it is truly. Open your eyes, pray the divine, take mercy on ur piety.
The Red Room
by Liv Atkinson
I think that if you were to crack my ribs
If you were to peel back my skin and cleave apart the muscle and cartilage and bone
Let me bleed as you dig your fingers into the cavity of my chest, clutch my heart, and pull,
If you were to take it and cut it into a million tiny pieces,
You would find a little red door
With an old brass handle.
The door would open to a room the color of merlot wine
With cherry hardwood floors.
It has yellow paper stars on the rich walls
And glossy guitars
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Running Miles, Cracking Codes
by Ghairo Daniels
RUNNING RACES CRACKING CODES
No disgruntled dissonance
between dimensions
sliding down sigils
galaxies of glories
listening to lilies
lyricing to Lilith
flow of filaments
consenting to classify
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Bewustzijn
by Mario Odekerken
Bewustzijn opent zich in stilte,
als een raam dat langzaam naar binnen draait,
waar gedachten komen en gaan
zonder dat ik ze hoef vast te houden.
Ik voel hoe het moment ademt,
hoe tijd oplost in eenvoudige aanwezigheid,
en alles wat ik dacht te moeten zijn
zacht wegvalt in helderheid.
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Consciousness
by Mario Odekerken
Consciousness rises like dawn within me,
not seen,yet illuminating everything it touches,
a quiet field where thoughts gather
and fade like mist over water.
It listens without choosing sides,
holding joy and sorrow in the same open hand,
aware of the pulse beneath each moment,
steady and unafraid.
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Tethered: Without Rhyme
by Aditi Hayaran
And then I said I don't like fantasy.
It feels like comfort, but no—
It's not true, it can never be...
So realism is where I live,
the bitter truth like black coffee,
over the candy of imagination.
Maybe I don't hate sweets; I'm just too scared.
Too scared that it results in an aversion to the reality I exist in.
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Sappho Speaks Five : Sappho Series
by Ghairo Daniels
{Poet’s Note : Fifth Poem of Set of 5 SPOKEN WORD poems written in SAPPHIC VERSE }
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I am I have I am blissfully awake
left right up down back front allows cosmos to be
thought cannot tolerate presence observe new
spirit lingers, present
Evening primroses and fatty fish tasted
continue to pursue waves of Consciousness
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Sappho Speaks Two : Sappho Series
by Ghairo Daniels
{Poet’s Note : Second Poem of Set of 5 SPOKEN WORD poems written in SAPPHIC VERSE }
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Trust is substance of things hoped for truthful
kaleidoscopic is mythopoeics of Spirit
collective consciousness seeks sensibility
single songs rooted
Ecstacy rests on belief and compassion
inductive reasoning no toil to rich soil
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Voir Dire on Consciousness : Voir Dire Series
by Ghairo Daniels
consciousness is neither knowledge or wisdom
developing within oneself via detachment
self-observation, reflection of thoughtforms
realisation of impermanence rise
egolessness is fabric of consciousness
grounded in strict discipline, morality
strong effort, charity, calming tolerance
consciousness takes one from gross reality
rooted in sense life into subtle reality
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Voir Dire on Truth : Voir Dire Series
by Ghairo Daniels
truth, a specific view of reality
it appears before persons at a given moment
it is not static and cannot be measured
in a laboratory
each individual score is different
as every perceived phenomenon is specific
truth is time bound according
to one mindset frequency within a set framework
truth is always connected
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