only one eye knows the difference
but it shuts to see
oculus of moon’s reflections
nights that set it free
only one eye needs to notice
all that dark decrees
assimilated in observing
oracle that heeds
only one eye must to listen
other senses flee
cusping arcs of sight concession
one eye to truly see
Signals less than optimum
Reboot, pause, begin.
Lost plaintive pleading
Speech to ears from tongue.
Wrapped in packets dropped.
There are people I remember who have gone,
They’re alive inside my heartbeat,
There are voices I still hear, though they’re silent,
Ears still hear,
Words, once spoken, unforgotten,
Keep their presence near.
There was lostness and confusion in their parting
When they left,
More than sadness, sorrow,
Never seen again, bereft,
But hope remains, reunion,
Though the parting of the ways,
In loving words and thoughts they live,
Retained, connection stays.
New earthbound dream,
Nothing quite as it would seem,
No one seen quite who they are,
Virtual reason, virtual stars,
Ungestured words believed, imbued,
Compelling world of make-believe,
Open, honest or deceive.
Once footsteps trod,
Meet your nemesis or your god,
Faith in all enacted there,
Hidden ascension excluding stair.
No eyes to search
Nor touch convey
Friend or enemy, predator or prey.
World where judgement matters most,
Five senses voided, sooner lost.
Certified at point of need.
Embrace, escape, first sanctify
With power disclosed from inner eye.
Connect the bytes,
The matrix really,
See the feel, virtually.
Up since five a.m. today exploring
Your dreams and hopes, fears and tears,
stirred into my coffee.
I take it black,
I drink it down in earnest
appreciation of the full flavour,
picked and gathered
around the globe.
Each bean picked
to give a mix
to my palate.
I inhale from leaves too.
First meal of the day.
with the words
Nicotine and caffeine
with words fed onto pages.
words that speak of deepest feelings and thoughts.
They touch me.
swallowed and inhaled
nectar to my needs.
and soul connections.
I rinse my mug, stub out my cigarette, close my kindle and begin my day.
It’s almost seven now.
Two hours of addiction satisfied.
But they will invite me back
…and we drift
off into oblivion,
sheltering sanity and cost to trust,
reposed breaths taken to ease,
soughing breezes without,
chantilly draped eyes cease to view,
seeing only treasure scapes unfolding within,
cream-coated tendrils woven in dreams…
Across the distance,
Transmits a message,
Tied to other
As a twin,
And therefore win
The knowing that
No words need speak,
For souls communicate
Falls apart when one
Lifts the phone
And tells the sum
What they have heard.
The message relayed
Without a word.
Know this strange connection.
No greater affection.
Flights of fancy flood imagination.
Other beings, other worlds creation.
Anticipation of these other parts
In minds and inter-galactic charts
Where maps reveal a stellar, cosmic plan,
An interlinking with the thoughts of man.
Spirits drifting in these other plains,
Watchfulness and interaction gains
Experience for all we see on earth.
A time for thinking new. A soul rebirth.