Esoteric
Darkness
Trapped in a tunnel
Light at the end
Gets smaller
And dimmer
Options narrowing
Faint musky odor
Air neither cold
Nor warm
Stagnant
Invisible things move
Slithering, slinking
Shadow beings
Never quite visible
Standing still
Heart pounding
Audible
Above the dull silence
Senses dulled
Disoriented
No pain
No fear
No joy
No anger
No peace
Nothing
Wishing for sleep
Hoping to waken
When the light returns
Fearful it will disappear
During slumber
Never to return
Or be replaced
By something unknown
Light at the end
Gets smaller
And dimmer
Options narrowing
Faint musky odor
Air neither cold
Nor warm
Stagnant
Invisible things move
Slithering, slinking
Shadow beings
Never quite visible
Standing still
Heart pounding
Audible
Above the dull silence
Senses dulled
Disoriented
No pain
No fear
No joy
No anger
No peace
Nothing
Wishing for sleep
Hoping to waken
When the light returns
Fearful it will disappear
During slumber
Never to return
Or be replaced
By something unknown
Written by Kinkpoet
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Human Paradox
Esoteric autistic
Obscure reaction to situations
Perplexing at times
Not unfathomable
Just politely misunderstood
As the label is not clearly marked
A living human paradox
Searching for connection
In the narrowest of terms
Bewildering and puzzling
Crossing lines unseen
With a thirsty curiosity
Throwing the world questions
That for all their combined intelligence
Can not comprehend
Still regarded an enigma
Maybe no longer a stigma
As the mist of ignorance begins to clear
Obscure reaction to situations
Perplexing at times
Not unfathomable
Just politely misunderstood
As the label is not clearly marked
A living human paradox
Searching for connection
In the narrowest of terms
Bewildering and puzzling
Crossing lines unseen
With a thirsty curiosity
Throwing the world questions
That for all their combined intelligence
Can not comprehend
Still regarded an enigma
Maybe no longer a stigma
As the mist of ignorance begins to clear
Written by AspergerPoet56
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paramporul~ the god particle
[in the details…’it' breathes & conspires...]
sugarcane inflorescence sways silken white
in its gracefully maturing greyish ribbon
hairs..bears the mating papilionids stuck over
each other in devotional renditions
of a stilled mesmerize...
suddenly flap in a wake of ruffling flutters
just when the vermilion painted lady bird beetles
hypnotize at the bud tips & tanning sun
that’s gradually in a romantic dimming
of the yellow slanting holy turmeric
limelight into
a crinkly charred darkening in a hauntingly
digging chaos of the stridulating crickets
with a rarity reversal curtaining down
in their tighteningly stuck closing up
touch-me-nots…orthodoxically facultative
in a shrunken bridal shyness...against
the drooping down fragile melancholy
that these white-widowed capsicum buds
are poignantly hung in a quizzical phasal
clashing intermediary of a faintly reminiscing
to almost forgotten inborne pungencies…
((existential bubble bursts eventual unto ‘its’ un-manifest ??
bubble . a bubble is a parallel 11 eleven
grilled bars of its own isolated Andaman island’s
Kalapani Cellulars… jailed in a flash of moment
..even the light fails them to be their so-selves
‘No Fear No Fear Never Fear ..Fear is never ever there’
proclaims the red rebellion turban poet of freedom, Bharathi
boldening ever unknown to fear, just to be in the ousting and
busting out the inner demons & those nacreously veiled evils
your tangentially drawn & provincially divisive
pillared walls of plundering tactical equations
in blindly bloodied shoot outs of your
unleashed fascistic Generals Dyer’s
bulleted rounds after rounds without any warring siren
…in a maniacally enacted Jallianwala Bagh massacre
within your ruthlessly fallen enclosure of piled up corpses
wouldn’t deter its unimaginably conjoined…the impossibly
bent O of its Oneness Om- the God particle of Cosmic
Consciousness in its vacuity of nothingness newness-
~'It’s' an endless micromacrocosmic reservoir~
this burning hunger…
is not a deserted death in vacuity
…its that coital clutching of our remnantal umbilical tissue
in its infinitesimally infinite bled shreds & illumine dusts
clumping as beautifully laboured births in breathing
nascence
and this heady quench...
is not never in an awkwardly gulped fulfilling
complacence, of a noonish lazing swollen python
in its still struggling wriggly devoured prey
it’s that serially butterflying wavy dotted
lightness continuum in a geometrical kolam
....an infinitely infinitesimal left out spatial ignorance
of a child’s curious blinking peacockish eyelashes
Written by summultima
(uma)
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Eyes Ajar
Eyes ajar to the dark, once blind to the light -
oh, your luminance so profound to me now!
An esoteric mind for a psychotherapist to test.
Inside, cryptic messages to unravel.
So obscure is the brain bridged to these eyes -
mysterious, almost impenetrable.
This hidden part of myself arches
to what is hidden from me – the world.
This bridge, or shall I say ‘bond,’
may as well be erected with wood, not fleshy stone,
as it’s time and again burning –
untying me to the distant end.
Empty hands once full of another’s, now exiled apart,
waving frantically at the other, opposite of the afflicting inferno.
I can see the hidden world’s daystars beneath its eyelids now,
from whence those hands still offer its palms for mine.
Looking back through shut lids –
why does it close its eyes to me?
I don’t care how blistering the flames of normalcy are!
I want to cross and join you again!
My world has become quite saturnine and dark –
oh, I await the coming spark!
Forthcoming
for many years now.
oh, your luminance so profound to me now!
An esoteric mind for a psychotherapist to test.
Inside, cryptic messages to unravel.
So obscure is the brain bridged to these eyes -
mysterious, almost impenetrable.
This hidden part of myself arches
to what is hidden from me – the world.
This bridge, or shall I say ‘bond,’
may as well be erected with wood, not fleshy stone,
as it’s time and again burning –
untying me to the distant end.
Empty hands once full of another’s, now exiled apart,
waving frantically at the other, opposite of the afflicting inferno.
I can see the hidden world’s daystars beneath its eyelids now,
from whence those hands still offer its palms for mine.
Looking back through shut lids –
why does it close its eyes to me?
I don’t care how blistering the flames of normalcy are!
I want to cross and join you again!
My world has become quite saturnine and dark –
oh, I await the coming spark!
Forthcoming
for many years now.
Written by gothicsurrealism
(Daniel Long)
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I'm out here living this life
Its the only thing I know
Living it right not living it twice
Time ticks on to a close
Even if I could not understand it
I'm a man now but couldn't have planned this
Fill up my cup and Imma tipping it sideways
spread it on out, yeah, I'm riding it longways
Till it come back round
Still, I stay with the fat sound
Knocking at my door like they looking for more
Like I took it like a whore like I cook it in my core, yeah
-
I wanna be free, words I weave
I let it all be and
I wanna be me, curse of a thief
I let it all be and
I let myself breath, learn to heal
I let it all be and
I wanna feel, verse so real
I let it all be and
I wanna be free, words I weave
I let it all be and
I wanna be me, curse of a thief
I let it all be and
-
Caught up in my head and I'm trapped by the thought
And I'm thinking that I'm dead and I'm wishing that I'm not
I pray at my shrine as I cave into line
Like bathe in the wine like a stain on my mind
Even if I really believed it
Willing and I've been about to achieve it
Fear that I may not see it
Speak my piece now hope that you feel it
Till it come back round
Still, I stay with the fat sound
Knocking at my door like they looking for more
Like I took it like a whore like I cook it in my core, yeah
-
I wanna be free, words I weave
I let it all be and
I wanna be me, curse of a thief
I let it all be and
I let myself breath, learn to heal
I let it all be and
I wanna feel, verse so real
I let it all be and
I wanna be free, words I weave
I let it all be and
I wanna be me, curse of a thief
I let it all be and
-
Give it all away now
Something had to change, how?
In this place
I found some grace I
Leave a trace
In and out space wow
Wanted it all; guess I had to fall to find out
If I stand out
Cross the band I
With my hand out like a man now
Living like I can now
I plant and plow
On my land and I'm proud
And I stand on my vow
With a plan in my mouth
If I can then I'm out
-
I wanna be free, words I weave
I let it all be and
I wanna be me, curse of a thief
I let it all be and
I let myself breath, learn to heal
I let it all be and
I wanna feel, verse so real
I let it all be and
I wanna be free, words I weave
I let it all be and
I wanna be me, curse of a thief
I let it all be and uh
The Lights Started To Flicker
Confused in the wind of
a thousand days against
the blue of nothingness
The stone gods
bear witness
as voices are raised
You are among
the few embraced
between the waves
Sinking, to disappear
in canyon fissures
Deeper, than the
shadows
of heaven can reach
Sin upon sin
wades in spume
Then with my body
I wash you clean
From last spring
when I couldn't walk
The palsy of
a prisoner's first sob
A tranquil sorrow
in a dog's rib cage
And now, a morning
so fair and yet, the
gulls are flying inland
There is no reason
what we need to say
It’s all there in silence
like a tomb
So close to the edge
of a conscience
that sleeps in thunder
Unyielding past,
scattered
and mummified
Were you ever
that young
like I never was
I wanted to tell you
not to hold your breath
As I was trying to do
at that moment
turning blue
It never works
Though in time you'll
remember nothing more
when I return to the sea
How much easier
to crawl inside me and
bring the sun with you
TWO MYSTERIOUS CAVES
TWO MYSTERIOUS CAVES
A cave so deep and dark is seen in front.
A spot of light shows me the other end.
That end is large, but distance makes it small.
How can l pass that length to know that light?
Deep darkness casts its gloom on right and left.
It makes a man not sure of scaring steps.
I yearn to step as light needs serious walk
to reach and know the truth of that far gate.
So long l've seen inside my heart that spot.
I know it is a purpose in myself.
It is the only light so far and vague
but it contains the pleasure of my heart.
Two spots, one in my heart, and one in life,
but both need boldness to defy the dark.
If l seize that inside my heart, l'll reach
that of the cave and achieve what l wish.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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A cave so deep and dark is seen in front.
A spot of light shows me the other end.
That end is large, but distance makes it small.
How can l pass that length to know that light?
Deep darkness casts its gloom on right and left.
It makes a man not sure of scaring steps.
I yearn to step as light needs serious walk
to reach and know the truth of that far gate.
So long l've seen inside my heart that spot.
I know it is a purpose in myself.
It is the only light so far and vague
but it contains the pleasure of my heart.
Two spots, one in my heart, and one in life,
but both need boldness to defy the dark.
If l seize that inside my heart, l'll reach
that of the cave and achieve what l wish.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
____________________________________
Written by Joseph-Zenieh
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O
This prose rose out of woes for those who feel connected to the earth,
O is the shape of the globe where we wove our love and claimed our berth,
So we owe ourselves a whole lot of poems honoring Mother Earth,
Thus all the esoteric odes should propose for more hope and rebirth.
This prose rose out of woes for those who feel connected to the earth,
O is the shape of the globe where we wove our love and claimed our berth,
So we owe ourselves a whole lot of poems honoring Mother Earth,
Thus all the esoteric odes should propose for more hope and rebirth.
The winner of this competition and any runners up were decided by public vote.
Thank you to the following members for voting:
TIG, SatansSperm, Tardegrade, Trome, Marks, Billy_Snagg, Tallen, Ely, gothicsurrealism, Heaven_sent_Kathy, RexDurkin, Amorous_tryst, Hepcat61, SilverBeaver_42, summultima, Kinkpoet, AspergerPoet56, admin, eswaller, LadyLaura, David_Macleod
Thank you to the following members for voting:
TIG, SatansSperm, Tardegrade, Trome, Marks, Billy_Snagg, Tallen, Ely, gothicsurrealism, Heaven_sent_Kathy, RexDurkin, Amorous_tryst, Hepcat61, SilverBeaver_42, summultima, Kinkpoet, AspergerPoet56, admin, eswaller, LadyLaura, David_Macleod
