Pack up the mind's suitcase, we have some planes to catch
as I float through purple skies and brown hells, visons parade past
of a paradise that slips again out of a palsied grip. I stuggle,
for the understanding and comprehension as I slip from one dream state to another. Caught in a maelstrom of whirling eddies of disordered thought, I ponder, Why? What is the night life? Why does it make me feel fear, love and other things.
A traveler I be in the dreams of day and the reality of the night. Soaring high and falling low to the wonders of a mind lost in its hallucinatory excess. A god of dementia rules the night, the Sandman, weaver of dreams, sprinkles cocaine dust in bleary eyeballs inciting the fragments that flee from me as I reach out to know the reality of a world that destroys all it touches.
Fantasies, nightmares and images of death, memories lived and futures seen as I hold onto day consciousness in the night world. I see, I see, I see the all, the many and the forgotten. The dead whisper things in my ear. The gods speak their secrets to me. Lovers pleasure me.
This reality is a retreat from the day world. It is my sanctuary from its insanity. A welcome oasis from the unkindness of a world gone mad. I drink from the aether and relinquish control to worlds unknown.
A contest entry
- STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS: by exceptforthis.
550 points, ended November 23, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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this is beautiful. i love the first stanza.
Pack up the mind's suitcase, we have some planes to catch
as I float through purple skies and brown hells, visons parade past
of a paradise that slips again out of a palsied grip. I stuggle,
for the understanding and comprehension as I slip from one dream state to
another. Caught in a maelstrom of whirling eddies of disordered thought, I ponder, Why? What is the night life? Why does it make me feel fear, love and other things.
i would change the font color to mnake it easier to read, but that would be the onlything i would change. it is beautiful and full of understanding in some areas and full of questions.
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i really love how you almost used paragraphs instead of stanzas in this poem. it has the quality of a diary entry or prose, which i think is very brave to do in a poem and i think you really pulled it off. i enjoyed your use of periods a lot! (i'm geeky)
intriguing subject matter and i'm thankful for your submission!
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I held a contest recently and this was exactly what I was looking for...I am heading there to judge it now and I can only hope that there is an entry as poetically gorgeous and moving as this!!! Truly above and beyond...leaving me in awe of your talent! Best wishes...
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YES YES YES YES YES!!!
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Why is it
that I appreciate this comment more than any other? This is an avant garde piece (in Allen Ginsburg style) similar to the street poets and your work. I told you I would learn something from you. It was done (in parts) with you in mind.
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