Tag Archives: poems

Poetry {192} ~ THE NEGLECT OF THE WILTED FLOWER

She’s a carpet of flattened wilted flowers

Once in bloom but saturated too soon

How quickly, the parched ground, devours its own

The tongue stays tied around the throat

It formulates an unbreakable noose around the neck

Choking on the linguistics

Hanging the sentences not yet found

Thoughts discombobulated

Yet I remain speechless…

I can’t speak…

How can my mind hold all these questions but no answers {blankout}

All these fresh ideas, but no idea how to execute them and manifest into reality

I remain speechless

Bitterness seeps in at the seams {This is not me, this is not me, its your PTSD}

This noose tightens the more I dissolve and suppress and swallow my own divine soul essence

Neglect is a wilting flower

Chipped away at as cascading petals weep

I must find the voice that has evaded me.

~DiosRaw, 15/10/21

Poetry {191} ~ MYSTIC MUSINGS {1} ~ GLOWING PIXEL PETRI DISH CREATION

You have found me

I am here within these glowing pixels

Traces of a mind’s thought train echo and reverberate your cortical connections

Come with me beyond the conundrum

Truth is excavated when one can

Reconcile the irreconcilable

Bridge the paradoxes

See beyond the seen

See what’s hidden in plain sight

That’s why it’s so elusive and illusive to us

Paradoxes obscure, but also vindicate

The all

And everything

And nothing

And creation is a scientist

And we are congealed in its experimental petri dish

And creation is a mystic

And we are creation’s living cathedral.

~DiosRaw, 14/10/21

Poetry {190} ~ PSYCHEDELIA MUSINGS {1} ~ INSECT BEINGS TALE

Melting into the sofa, the infinite expansion

The faces of my friends are melting off

Like heated wax running down a candle stick

I loaded the universe into a gun and I shot myself in the head, I can not tell if I am breathing

Am I alive or am I dead?

I’m strapped to the outside of a psychedelic rocket ship

I’m taking off and travelling in a foreign yet familiar land

There’s nothing to orient myself, no time, no space, no self, nothing but darkness stretching out all around me

A roar of a million voices in a cacophany, they’re resonating in my head

I’ve come into orbit, everything is beginning to crystalize

Surrounding me consumes complex geometrical patterns of love and understanding

Gibberish wall textures are whispering messages through their feelings

This is all too much to take in

It is like the universe orgasmed into my eye

Whilst insect beings, extraterrestrial resembling, operate on my physical vehicle

I am laying on an operation table with insect creatures from another dimension as my doctors

Parts of me are taken in and out, somehow I feel cleansed

Running outside to gallivant in the downpours

I finally feel alive

Magical plant medicine

How may I understand infinity when I can barely understand a single moment

Bathing in a melting rainbow, the cosmos is dripping down my plastic skin

Infinity is stretching out and withdrawing within

I become the colour and the colour becomes me

I am in everything and everything is us

The trees are no longer silhouettes, my destination is not my be and end all

I walk the middle way, wherever I go.

~DiosRaw, 12/10/21

Poetry {189} ~ ATAXIA KALEIDESCAPE

Steering you on this endless road of monotony to a luminous kaleidescape

Bathing you in an effervescent afterglow

Created by a realm of invisible possibilities
spun into the iridescent colourwheel of hope

Ataxia

Melt into my embracing arms as I lead you through a state of comatose

I will guide you to the fractalscape

And you will understand

How encaged you have been by the life presented

By the fearful and the small

So enraptured by the mundane

So afraid and inconvenient to rearrange

I understand the temptation, the worship

Believe me

I understand

But allow me to explain how the ultimate risk you take

Is when your fear of not knowing is why it all remains the same.

~DiosRaw, 12/10/21

Poetry {188} ~ TIMELINE SPLIT DEBT

That book, it was a burn of my youth’s embers

Without filter I recorded each numbed emotion

I may have left my older verses for now

But through my pen its flow is still in motion

As we head our own ways, down our own paths, could we retrospectively comprehend?

Through timeline splits

But until then  

Let’s walk back to the fork in the road
and reminisce over everything we’ve seen

Until we magnetise and intertwine once more

I’ve placed myself in debt from borrowing the past

And now my headspace is clustered

Regrets tied around my wrists

And the future, always slipping from my grasp

Runs ahead

Holding omens blurring into many timeline dreams.

~DiosRaw, 11/10/21