Sleep
Torso bed lain, consciousness slain,
Freewill shorn, inward borne
By the wakefulness I trust within,
Though all senses stand still -
Never wondering what is real,
Dream wound or dust woven- me.,
For only to the senseless
Is this sense revealed.
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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Eight senses
(poetry in progress)
the world starts out
with a consciousness
half a consciousness
then one consciousness
then they morph with one sense,
ask the mountain
they stand and stand until the
volcanoes start to throw them out
then two senses, ask the trees
and the shrubs criss crossing
with your paths in the field
they stand and stand, take
the sunshine and make green
a colour for continuous evolution
their only shortcoming is their
two sense world, they stand and stand
a state of being, a state of living
and that's all
the three senses, the four senses
and the five senses, the human beings
they cry to God to let them
have eternal life
but what ever that's for
without the sixth, seventh, or eight sense
unveiled to them
sixth, the sense to connect the past
with the future
the seventh, the sense to connect
the future with the million of consciousness
clarmouring for the eight senses
to be with the ultimate, the Om,
the Divine where all senses
come together with one Supreme
consciousnes, amalgamation of
senses where knowledge springs forth
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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What Has Been Revealed
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with eyes tightly closed...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with an upturned nose...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with pretensions,
Left to charade.
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with the cool-aid made...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with debates...
Created for more time to waste.
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even those who protest,
Unaccepting with wishes to reject!
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even the message,
And the messenger to detest!
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Somewhere In Between
I can't meet
Losing sleep over this
No I can't
And now I cannot stop pacing
Give me a few hours
I'll have this all sorted out
If my mind would just stop racing
Cause I cannot stand still
I can be this unsturdy
This cannot be happening
This is over my head
But underneath my feet
Cause by tomoroow morning I'll have this thing beat
And everything will be back to the way that it was
I wish that it was just that easy
Cause I'm waiting for tonight
Been waiting for tomoroow
I'm somewhere in between
What is real
Just a dream
What is real
Just a dream
What is real
Just a dream
Would you catch me if I fall out of what I fell in
Dont be surprised if I collapse down at your feet again
I don't want to run away from this
I know that I just don't need this
Cause I cannot stand still
I can be this unsturdy
This cannot be happening
Cause I'm waiting for tonight
Been waiting for tomorrow
And I'm somewhere in between
What is real
Just a dream
What is real
Just a dream
What is real
Just a dream
What is real just a dream
song performed by by Lifehouse from Dile Al Sol
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Giving my senses away
leaning by you
I learnt to depend
to not trust my senses
because I’ve given them all to you
whatever you see I can feel it with my hands
whatever you smell I perceive it with all my senses
I choose to trust you, to depend on you
not because I can’t trust myself
nor because I have some kinds of inability
but because I trust myself
I trust my choice
“Faithful Trust”
There’s nothing to offer to those ignoble vows
But a long wail of dejection if this heart allows
Trust has come to open the wound
Averment carries no word for word
The misguided mind has become the guard
Trust has come to open the wound
A solemn promise’s been made to none
With faithlessness it is believed to have gone
Trust has come to open the wound
The wound that's trapped into bleeding emotion
To heal the pain it drinks the potion
Then trust has gone with its faithful notion
And everything fades with that true devotion.
(23rd of October,2010)
poem by Munia Khan
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Had a Dream
Once, I had a dream
A dream I was sure I could achieve
A dream I was certain just a step ahead me
A dream I was faithfully beleive
Once, I had a dream
Dream of become a person like I admire most
Dream of become a person I knew I would be
Dream of become that kind of person
That dream create a world
A world where I revolved around it
Consume my existence
Strap me unconsciously
Yet willingly I trussed myself there
Until slowly
The dream die down
It vanished into thin air
The world cast out me
It eaten my soul alive
Where should I stand right now?
What should I do from now?
Who would revoke me from this emptiness?
When will this wound won’t bleed anymore?
Why me?
To this day
I still searching for the answer
To this day
The wound still hurts
To this day
I still have a slight of hope
That my dreams will come true
(MyLunar/040611)
poem by Adisty Mulianty
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A Senseless Night
Do not know what is going to happen with my life?
Really, I have no idea and all that I can say is that I know nothing
It is late at night and I am just typing words on the keyboard
Trying to make sense by joining these alphabets
What do these alphabets mean?
Why am I trying to pen these words together?
Sense, what is the sense behind it all?
Basic meaning of it is what?
Actually, it is senseless
I have just gone berserk and that is all I know
Is there any sense behind these words, I do not know
Sensibility has lost its identification
A senseless night awaits me.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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What Is Your Dream?
We all have our own dream
unique as the collective consciousness stream.
We add to this planetary dream every day
it is a part of the human race.
We can solve these problems in our dreams
ask your higher consciousness what it needs.
Why if we all took a stand
and decided to help people in other lands
maybe we would live a life on a planet that is grand.
From other planets far away
we look like we are insane.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Senseless?
senselessly
make sense by being senseless at times
we all need that
to realize we are not what we are after all
we too are what we are for what we are not
senseless and
numb
senselessly why worry about sense at all?
bipolarity
flesh and spirit
mind and matter
brain and brass
don't you worry
take some beer and smoke
watch what happens to the world
in conflagration
of senseless thoughts
loafing is the work of another genius
when the mind simply drifts like a butterfly
on a windless day
shopping for petals in the garden
of no-man's land
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fairytale
Now my friend it's time for you
To break the spell
Your heart was torn in two
And somebody revealed the wall...
Now we stand together
Our fight is to be free
We never will surrender
We ride across the fields
Now it's time to break the silence
And the truth shall be revealed
Take the question mark from your head...
Let the fairytale be real
Let the fairytale be real!
song performed by by Gamma Ray
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Faithful Trust
There’s nothing to offer to those ignoble vows
But a long wail of dejection if this heart allows
Trust has come to open the wound
Averment carries no word for word
The misguided mind has become the guard
Trust has come to open the wound
A solemn promise’s been made to none
With faithlessness it is believed to have gone
Trust has come to open the wound
The wound that's trapped into bleeding emotion
To heal the pain it drinks the potion
Then trust has gone with its faithful notion
And everything fades with that true devotion.
Written on the night of the 23rd of October,2010
©Munia Khan 2010
poem by Munia Khan
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One’s potentials
Intuition springs from super consciousness.
Sixth sense is the act of consciousness.
Libido is stored in sub consciousness.
They are dormant in unconsciousness.
All the three types of consciousness are
Present in one at variant degrees.
Accordingly, potentials differ
And influence a man’s personality.
16.12.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Glitter ad Fairy Dust
The sun's continuing to shine
As we continue to have fun in many ways
Passing the day away
However
From the sight of it
Can we believe our eyes
We surely can
Glitter and fairy dust is gently raining down
Not even making a sound
Glitter and fairy dust is definitely coming down
You all frolic and dance
While I stand where I am
Almost lost in a trance
As glitter and fairy dust continues to fall
Falling on us all
As it seems
This only could come from our dreams
But it's real
Real after all
Real enough for us to all believe
poem by Justin Gildow
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Dreaming the Perfect Imperfect Dream
She said:
'I have made you up
and now I believe in you more
than my reality
and my dependence is complete
and perfect
because
you are my perfect creature
and now all around me
seems dull
real people seem
to be without your luster.
I can dream you
but I cannot live with you
marry you,
nor can I marry
those real
pale reflections of you.
So I am stuck and I have no one
to talk to about this but you.
But what ever you say will be perfect
because I have made you in my mind
to say only the things
which make perfect sense to me.
I'm captured by my own dream-you
and unable to un-dream you and seek
imperfection as a substitute.
He said:
I am only a dream without desires
and mind
except that which you impart
and this makes me feel powerless
and even as your perfect dream
I am sad
because I am not my own perfect self
but merely yours-something I sense you sense
since you labor to re-dream me often
severing me from my own attempt to create
a more perfect me
in lieu of a more perfect you invent.
I am dream and dreams dilemma.
We both are now perfect partners
in the conundrum
seeking to eek
out some solution
which does not shatter our dreams
upon which we both now have come to depend.
Ah, but just one last time
can your dream kiss mine?
That only seems fair.
doesn't it.?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Trust Trust
Trust trust many have found
Trust trust no where around
Trust trust is what many say
Trust trust here i lay
Trust trust in my ear
Trust trust i cant find you my dear
Trust trust is hard to find
Trust trust are you apart of mankind
Trust trust im calling to you
Trust trust please give me a clue
Trust trust i need my love
Trust trust she came from up above
Trust trust what do i do
Trust trust do i believe my boo
Trust trust am i right
Trust trust please show me the light
Trust trust your driving me crazy
Trust trust your just to hazy
Trust trust i will find you
Trust trust i will never find anew
Trust trust help me out
Trust trust cause with this love i dont want to wipeout
Trust trust sarah's is my heart
Trust trust she's a beauty of art
poem by Cody Fortner
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From Dust To Dust
A recycling comes,
To be lived as given to everyone.
From dust to dust.
In God we trust.
A recycling comes,
To be lived as given to everyone.
From dust to dust.
In God we trust.
To leech with a feeding.
And to feed from that which has been leeched.
A recycling comes,
To be lived as given to everyone.
From dust to dust.
In God we trust.
And to feed from that which has been leeched.
Until that leeching fed is done.
By you...
And me!
And...
Everyone.
Leechers!
Creatures!
And thieves under the Sun.
We be sighted to be unseen,
To hush when that moment comes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Plants Dream
If everything has a consciousness and a soul,
than plants dream wouldn’t you know.
But of course they have no eyes,
but in other systems they use other means to realize.
Of course you believe that your dog does dream,
because he has a brain and moves with muscles so lean.
What is this other state of consciousness that we talk of?
The dream world that we visit in another dimensions?
Now if we are all a part of the matrix,
then we can visit anyone that does exist.
But of course we use symbolism to understand,
so we wouldn’t really recognize anyone from another land.
So if it’s true about the plants,
we don’t need a body to dream of or even chant?
Well, I think my gecko friend does dream,
he heard me telepathically so he has a wave of consciousness stream.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Rainbow
Woven in texture of sunlit colour,
I'm mere clouds torn droplets.
Short of any inward charm, nothing
Is sensed.Focus on senses, not
On the objects of senses.
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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Wondering
Orbison/dees
Wondering, wondering, I wonder what to say
Wondering, wondering, I wonder what to do
Will your love be true, or will you run away
When you have been alone, without love, all alone
You wonder what youll feel when new love comes along
Is it really real?
Ah . . aaaah . . aaah,
I wonder.
Wondering, wondering, I wonder all the time
Wondering, wondering, are you really mine?
Will your love be true or will I wonder
Till the end of time?
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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How The Web Was Woven
(words & music by westlake - most)
How the web was woven
In my soul, dont you know
How the web was woven
Cant get loose, cant let go
Like the weave of a spider
Wound around my heart
Im no longer free
At last Im where you want me
Dont you know, thats where I want to be?
Spinning round like a blue fly
Thoughts of you fill my head
And no matter, oh how I try
I cant sleep in my bed
Ive been round for the last time
Oh, girl, what can I do?
Oh the time the web was woven,
How I fell in love, fell in love with you
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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