Just An Illusion
Decorated my lamp with crystals and pearls to
create illusions of frosted dewdrops to combat
the heat, watching the Moody Blues singing
‘Once Upon a Time’ portraying first love
Knowing it is just an illusion too – but oh, how
we humans create the best visions, how won-
derful to dream, isn’t it strange there always is
more happiness in our minds than we can find
In three-dimensional reality; meaning we always
grow through evolution, never to stop, increasing
our joy unto infinity - and beyond
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The color of the dream
dreams are made of color, according to one own perception
and experience, neither each dream are just a simple one,
nay, it is only a fruit of illusion or a product of hallucination,
but the fact remain, that it is always a part our life
in dream, our imagination creates, the things that we want too,
the impossible becomes a reality to grasp, the satisfaction, that
brings and leads us to achieve the things we dream off, it is
the end where our commitment begins
so real, that each parts of the body move, to concretize, what we
aim for in life, it might be impossible but the minds that initiate,
has made everything making the best of it, possible to exist,
a fulfillment that the body, the soul has come to join in force, to
satisfy the illusion of the mind
in our life, all are just started in dream, the future of our existence,
are pattern in this kind of imagination, a concept, a notion that
comes to being, a creation of God, that until today the fulfillment
has yet to come, when everything will be done in his own purpose
and destiny
we will never be perfected our dream until we give meaning of
what we share, we lend, we take, and live, each of us has to
make our dream, according to what is pleasing in our sight, it
is a call to paint our work for this end product of beauty will brings
us to the creation of the one who give and thought our eyes to
create our own dream ,
our being, is the most perfect ingredients in the color of our dream
for in every drops of stroke of brush, the elements of harmony,
create, the beauty of our existence in this wonderful universe, making
the creation prefect, a fulfillment of the promise of God
dream as you wish, live as you create, paint it with different color,
for only in painting your life will shined, and emulate other to light
the true meaning of the wonder of creation of life
' be an ingredients of color for others to dream '
poem by Antonio Liao
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Dancing on Starlight
The magnificent watchers
In the sky
Pure white
Like angels
Heavenly angels watching
As we gaze
As we wonder at the awesomeness
The vastness
We create
We create dreams
Love
Hope
Dreams of love
Love of hope
Hope that dreams come true
The benevolent orb
So bright
So serene
Guarding the watchers
The watchers that protect us
Our guardians
As we gaze
As we wonder at our guardians
Our protectors
We create
We create dreams
Love
Hope
Dreams of love
Love of hope
Hope that the dreams come true
If only we could dance
Dance upon the starlight
Dance among our keepers
This would surely be bliss
As we create
We create our dreams
Of love
And hope
Dreaming of love
Loving hope
Hoping that dreams come true
You create
You fill my dreams
With love
With hope
I dream of your love
Love the hope you give
And wish my dreams to reality
poem by Tristan Maverick
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Between time and me
Once time tied them
together
time also threw them
to two extreme ends
with the same
spirit and gusto
it once tied them
now
each a stranger
to the other
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Seasons are your creation
so is the illusion
of sunrise and sunset
love and hatred
life and death too
all illusions you bear
in your eternal womb
to create and re-create...
i'm not even a passing foot-print
on your mysterious tracks
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Conscious Intent Of The Mind
We all create with our mind
and so it is we find
so much diversity that challenges our days.
We create the freedom and the uneasiness
of movement in our own maze.
Some come in with humble beginnings
and never create any beauty.
Some come in with silver spoons
and believe it is not their duty
to contribute the seeds of kindness
and therefore their creations
become lost in a maze of blindness.
Some come in with a world of pain
and see right through it, don't let it remain.
For they've found the secret for happiness.
They revel in the sun and in the rain.
The secret is to never think of the future
and focus on the now.
And then the pain can be dealt with
as we uncreate it somehow.
So as humans we must learn to create
the thing that makes us content.
We must work at it every day
and make it our conscious intent.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Human Psyche
Look at the nature of reality and learn to
manipulate it intelligently, our thoughts
are real and create physical reality
We take our knowledge with us when we
leave, if we don’t realise we create reality
ourselves, we have to return
To learn that what we encounter is inner
reality objectified, love originates in our-
selves, not in what we see
We envision the beauty we seem to per-
ceive and everything starts and ends
within the mind, therefore
I wish to cultivate mine, try to invent new
dreams and seek the meaning of life
in the human psyche
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Amplify Inner Visions
Finished reading true private eye stories searching
for missing persons, so many people romantisize the
past and early experience; we should enjoy our visions,
not try to find them manifested in real events, it is better
to fail in tracing old flames or abusive parents
Imagination enables us to improve on reality and create a
better world - the fact that the past proves their memories
of young love wrong, teaches us to look ahead to create the
best future we can, instead of trying to find idealized images
in real life – we should project these dreams
Into the future, striving to amplify our inner visions…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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I Am A Question
I AM A QUESTION
I am a question,
Full of irony,
I grow up in doubts and conflicts,
I attack on idealism,
I create new selfish relations,
I create illusion of love,
I am a game,
Every one has to play it,
Win or loose,
I am life
poem by Dr. Ram Sharma
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Summer Time Blues
Try to add perfumes to your minds to meet me there,
The summer is here and it is with the blues;
You are not alone on this hot summer night.
We havethe natural fragrant to keep us going,
The summer time blues to swing with the muse;
You are not alone without the blues.
Scents for your love,
Mid-Summer-Night blues to your taste;
Enjoy the summer with the safety of numbers.
Summer time blues,
The fragrant of love to keep you going;
Summer, summer, summer time! !
Summer time blues,
The summer of a muse;
Summer time blues,
The summer of a poem;
With relationships that moves you up.
Summer time blues,
With the heat waves to crown the day;
Perfume your body to meet up to the act.
Let us visit Copacabana and Ipanema this summer,
Of the rocky promontory at sight to give you hope;
Like the summer time blues with your lover.
It is summer time,
Visit the beaches to see things for yourselves;
Summer, summer, summer time! !
Meet me there and touch me with your heart.
A summer time love with the blues,
Like the golden grape of my soul;
Summer is the essence of a colourful life.
The sense of reality in times like this,
The heat with love to share with others;
Where the hearts of lovers do meet like,
One's love never touched before.
Summer time blues is all about this muse,
A time of love to share with your lover;
Summer, summer, summer time! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Primordial One
The Primordial One is immanent, while He’s never transcendent
And this existent world, at the beginning, was only His vision.
The Lord has Being to create his vision-world without lightweight
For this real world of Becoming, with His meticulous precision.
At the beginning, we were His imagination; we were a reason for creation
And, only for being with Him, He made us, in time, to become so real.
Tower of Babel wasn’t an illusion, when people suffered tongues confusion,
God isn’t an illusion in our perfection, when His plans He wants to reveal.
We are in our Apollinian illusion, when we think that God means confusion
And our own perfectionism we try to reach in the mean time.
But in the reality of our Apollinian confusion, God is no longer an illusion.
In this ache of Being and in this agony of Becoming, He’s sublime.
To reach our perfection we sing a hymn, we need to be with Him,
Because when we are not with Him, we are in the illusion of Being.
Without transmogrifying us, to transfigure Him, sometimes, we have a whim,
Because we need to understand our illusory own perfection in wellbeing.
We try to put ourselves in His place, in order to understand His grace
We need the Dionysian illusion of Being to experience the world we know.
In both Dionysian and Apolllinian illusions, we jump to our conclusions.
We are illusory Primordial Beings creating our Apollinian powerful show.
I am this person staring back from His mirror at me, I want existent to be.
I want to identify this image with myself and to realize who I really am.
Because of my sins I lost my serenity, I have a sense of my mistaken identity.
I was His dream, I am His child and for saving me He sent me His lamb.
Everyone is dreaming, but it seems that no one really believes in dreams.
One by one we need to wake up out of our own illusions of self.
The world of minds is the God's mental projection, it has interconnection.
Without this major pervasive reality, the world is not existent in itself.
The sufferings of people can be for some an illusory space, having no grace,
And they live in their own world of solely material realities without restricts.
Others believe in the world, which is non-physical and it's essentially spiritual,
They need a mental, spiritual and moral dimension to life, without conflicts.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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What It Is Really?
somewhere our words take us
beyond
somehow we write because we
must rise
some build ships
some of us have to create an ocean to make these ships sail
some of us must know each feather to make us wings
some of us must assure that we too can fly
for we are part of this lonely planet looking for a cure
of humanity's universal sickness
this emptiness that no one feels
if i must, if need be, we too have to create God to create us
it is said He created us in His own image
and we who are lonely and fearful must accept and simply believe
we pay nothing for this
we only have an imagination
some of us has to settle in that bottom of faith
some floors must hold us as we float in space and need to land
we create floors we recreate the meaning of floating and settling
we are tired and what we need most is this peace
the calmness of everything is our dream
somewhere somehow we are and so we keep on writing
some of us has to imagine that we are at rest
some mock us because we seem to be always in motion
eternity, infinity, this somehow this somewhere
always taking us away from us
somehow somewhere we think we understand
we grope we feel and yet we are unable to hold any
and so we keep on saying and saying and saying
but what it is really? what it is really?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Particle Wave Reality (Revised)
Solidity is perception of electric
biochemical signals, frequencies
received by physical senses, the
mind weaves these into realities
as beautiful illusions
Energy of consciousness creates
the Universe - projecting through
interference patterns of random
energy-waves
We and all that we perceive, are
manifesting the Consciousness
which created this Universe; we
are Consciousness that always
is, never gained or lost, only
changing form
We are Infinite Consciousness
held in receptacle particles that
began as endless possibilities
formed by patterns in wave-
interference-patterns
We apply conscious energy like a
shining light on holographic three-
dimensional images to fix particles
in time and space and thus create
our illusionary Universe
[Summary of article on the Internet:
http: //www.bibliotecapleyades.net/
ciencia/ciencia_ quantum09.htm]
[ORIGINAL]
Solid ity is the brain’s perception of
biochemical and electrical signal
frequencies received by our physical
senses – which the mind weaves
beautifully into illusions of reality
It is energy of consciousness which
creates The Universe, projecting
through interference patterns of
random energy-waves
We, and all we perceive, are the
manifestations of consciousness
which created this – our Universe;
we ARE in fact consciousness that
always is, is never gained or lost,
that only changes form
We’re part of Infinite Consciousness
while physical form is a receptacle,
particles which began as infinite
possibilities in wave-interference-patterns
When conscious energy is applied
like shining light on a three-dimensional
holographic image, the particles become
fixed in time and space to create the
illusion which we call The Universe
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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A Sugar Rush
to wish to dream,
create a memory,
close your eyes,
and slip away to the,
place in your mind,
where time travels so slowly,
above the clouds of cotton,
the peaceful souls fly so high,
the heart will stop and miss a beat,
as the fun of games will take control,
laughter and joy are a pleasure, to,
hear,
so when you find that sugar rush,
sing from the highest hill,
is the greatest feeling of all,
to wish to dream,
create a memory.
poem by Sharron Stephenson
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Illusion
It's all an illusion
we come to find out
we create our own realities
it's all a matter of choice
but there can't be any doubt
in our projected identities.
It will all boil down
to an idea of what is real
then how you acted upon it
or how it made you feel
then building on a good feeling
toward your ultimate dream
we co-create what it is we get
no matter what we choose to forget.
A relation to this experience
and what we believe
will ultimately dictate
what it is we receive.
poem by Robert Scott Cohn
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How Do I Love Thee
[Chorus:]
How Do I Love Thee
Let Me Count The Ways
How Much Do I Love You
Well, Multiply Your Love By Infiniti
Picture A Vision Of Beauty
As We Dance By The Light Of The Moon
Your Passion So Often Consumes Me
Like The Lick Of A Native Tongue Tune
Reality Is Ours To Create
Fantasy Is Ours To Mold
Dream My Love Dream
With My Body And My Soul
Question Out My Faith
I'm Pledged To Be Your Lover
And After I Started Loving You
I Knew I'd Never Love Another
I'm Like A Child Within Your Arms
Would You Come Inside And Play With Me
Spend The Day With Me
Have Your Way With Me.
[Chorus]
Remember This Always
My Sweet One
No Lie Is True
And Dude It's Not A Lie
When I Say That
I Would Die For You
You're So Deep Within Thee
That Sometimes Your Just A Touch Away
But I Can't Reach You
I Seek You
Come To Me
But Then You"re All Around Me
You Just Surround Me
And You Astound Me
And I Recieve You
'Fore I Complete You
It Pleases Me
To Have You Touch Me There
I Think You Know It Gets To Me
Stop
Don't Stop
Ecstacy
[Chorus]
So Sweet
I Adore You
Come To Me
That's Right
Come To Me
How Do I Love Thee
Let Me Count The Ways
How Do I Love Thee
Let Me Count The Ways
Reality Is Ours To Create
Fantasy Is Ours To Mold
Dream My Love Dream
With My Body And My Soul
Question Out My Faith
I'm Pledged To Be Your Lover
And After I Started Loving You
I Knew I'd Never Love Another
I'm Like A Child Within Your Arms
Would You Come Inside And Play With Me
Spend The Day With Me
Have Your Way With Me.
Please Don't Go
Happiness Is Nothing Without You
Stay.
My Sweet One
I Adore You
Hold Me
Come To Me
Love Me
Love Me
song performed by by Queen Latifah
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Infinite Consciousness
Perception of solidity
is the brain’s interpretation of
various frequencies
Received as biochemical and
electrical signals from the
physical senses
Which the mind weaves into
the beautiful illusions of
reality
Consciousness energy creates the
universe by projecting through
the interference patterns of
waves of energy
We and all we perceive are manifestations
of the consciousness which created
this - our universe
In fact, we ARE this consciousness that always is,
that is never gained or lost, that only changes form
We are part of Infinite Consciousness while
physical form is just a receptacle, particles
which began as infinite possibilities in the
wave-interference-pattern
When conscious energy is applied like light
shining on a three-dimensional holographic
image, the particles become fixed in time
and space to create the illusion which
we call The Universe
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Religion And Magic
Who are these fellows?
Religion - Magic
Are they siblings who seem remarkably similar?
Are they identical twins - fantastically alike in all things?
Are they but two sides of the same coin - the coin of illusion?
Which came first - religion or magic?
The answer remains shrouded in the dim mists
Of our early steps on the stage of our existence
Magic - creator of illusion masked as reality
Religion - creator of illusion from reality
Both create illusion - purvey the same mask
Magic and religion present illusion as truth
This is my view
Another may be for you
Yet know this - If you believe illusion be truth or truth illusion
The result is the same.
Claude H Oliver II
4/28/2012
poem by Claude H Oliver II
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2011/04/14 Without Intervening Events (Rev.)
Nothing to say in my defence, no material offers to
make amends; inner power enables me to mostly
balance on the edge of the abyss - wishing life’s
battle ended so I could rest, dropp my vigilance,
exist just as pure consciousness without shame
of eternal failure
Less intelligence all I cherish are feelings, a loving
atmosphere, strong emotions, everlasting joy of
constructing an ethereal bubble where I am safe,
free to create my own dreams since the sharp lines,
garish colours and grating sounds of reality cannot
match luminous beauty of my visions
Nothing I visualise can be realised in holographic
three-dimensional reality perceived through five
senses, only stories entailed in narrative imperative
are honoured and valued - attempts to infuse reality
with meaning lead to deception, failure and rejection,
I keep my ideas above and beyond...
... in an alternative dimension where thoughts
manifest in pitch, taste, colour, rhythm, fragrance,
texture, form and temperature; representing love,
anger and fear - without intervening events….
poem by Margaret Alice
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Too Late to Amend An Ending
There use to be folks who lived and believed,
They could create anything...
To have others accept as reality.
If they lied on someone,
And ruined their lives...
That was their reality.
If they stole from anyone,
And said it was theirs...
That too was their reality!
And,
If they said something existed...
Knowing that it was false!
Guess who paid the cost?
And guess who lost...
Everything!
Including their minds.
Leaving 'them' and the amusement parks,
Vacant.
Abandoned.
Forever left behind.
And guess who was observed,
Not faking their heartbreaking?
But this came for them...
Much too late to amend an ending.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When we create something, we always create it first in a thought form. If we are basically positive in attitude, expecting and envisioning pleasure, satisfaction and happiness, we will attract and create people, situations, and events which conform to our positive expectations.
quote by Shakti Gawain
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What Becomes Of The Brokenhearted
As I walk this land of broken dreams
I have visions of many things
Loves happiness is just an illusion
Filled with sadness and confusion
What becomes of the brokenhearted
Who had love thats now departed
I know Ive got to find
Some kind of peace of mind maybe
The fruits of love grow all around
But for me they come tumbling down
Everyday heartaches grow a little stronger
I cant stand this pain much longer
I walk in shadows searching for light
Cold and alone no comfort in sight
Hoping and praying or someone to care
Always moving and going nowhere
What becomes of the brokenhearted
Who had love thats now departed
I know Ive got to find
Some kind of peace of mind baby
Im searching though I dont succeed
But someone look theres a growing need
Oh he is lost theres no place for beginning
All thats left is an unhappy ending
Now what becomes of the brokenhearted
Who had love thats now departed
I know Ive got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
Ill be searching everywhere
Just to find someone to care
Ill be looking every day
I know Im gonna find a way
Nothings gonna stop me now
I will find a way somehow
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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