'Dream' Vision Technique by demonchild4unow, literature
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'Dream' Vision Technique
Step One: Find your thought-center---
A thought-center is the spot on your head where you "hear" or "feel" your thoughts. This is usually the the place where you have headaches.
Step Two: Activating your thought-center---
Touch your thought-center with your fingers. Gently press your fingertips on your thought-center. Remove your fingers from your thought-center. Notice how you can still feel the impressions of your fingers on your skin. Focus your attention on the impression and try to continue the feeling with your mind. Repeat this step until you notice a drastic change in your thoughts and/or perceptions.
Step Three: Dream Vision---
As the dead imbibed the day's light
in delicate goblets,
we did test our souls for
the taint of Destiny's lost doom.
I was fortunate to find just
angst and melancholy.
Your pattern was laced
with intrinsic, fractal chaos.
Glory and honor are purged by
the serene purity
of Beauty's objective
quest to locate nostalgia.
She has failed so she is hollow.
This trial is too harsh.
Now, all rekindle like
lone poets in a masquerade.
Fluorescent Consciousness by demonchild4unow, literature
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Fluorescent Consciousness
A walk through a hall began a revolution.
A walk through a hall started my souls evolution.
A luminous tube incited my salvation.
A luminous tube exuded liberation.
I drink the light with my eyes;
the tunnels of thought irrigated my mind.
The ecstasy filled me like molten metal in a crucible.
A slow-motion world was a wondrous sight.
A slow-motion world just seemed so right.
I was free. I was free.
I praise God for that divine madness.
O Poseidon!
How thy seas did froth and foam!
The sea was thy dominion;
thus, it was thy strength and home.
How Man didst tremble and shake,
when thou caused the earth to quake!
Neptune was a Roman fraud,
who was an imposter god!
Thy waves became a trickle,
(for mortal men are fickle)
as thy godly kin and kith
were deemed false and foolish myth.
Whither art those rare portals
which do hide dead immortals?
Proud Poseidon rests in peace, for his pagan praise did cease.
From a land in the far west,
came a brave night who was his country's best.
He rode upon an alabaster steed.
He bore a heraldic shield to bring his house honor with each deed.
In our village, he did arrive
but he found few of us still alive.
"What misfortune befell this place?" the noble knight queried.
I replied, "Barbarians attacked and across the river they ferried."
Though the remaining villagers were less than a throng,
they bore witness to his oath to right the wrong.
He polished his sword then mounted his horse
to gallop along his righteous course.
The Western knight followed the pillag
Color my world every transparent shade,
so that all Creation seems to be made
of beautiful, fragile, crystalline glass.
Every tree, every flower, and every blade of grass
would all be diaphanous like an earthbound soul.
Four voices did I hear,
in my mind but not my ear,
on that wondrous day
when they spoke of a new way
to think, to speak, and to give.
The Fates, sisters three,
revealed a new plot to me.
The Mentor, a male voice,
gave me the power of choice.
A grand life I could lead
but I would need
to listen, to look, to experience, and to read.
Elation and temptation
formed a sinister alliance
which resisted all my defiance
to the sins of the skin.
It was a struggle I could never win.
On that grim night, I cried
and we died.
Remnants and temporary mimicry
give a semblance they are still here with me.
From the dream
Open the Floodgate of Ecstasy by demonchild4unow, literature
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Open the Floodgate of Ecstasy
Strange, dreamlike bliss
reveals a new variety of this
Reality.
"Do not accept
defeat when you possess nothing except
your Sovereignty,"
says a mute voice.
"You always have the option of free choice."
"Insanity!"
quoth one more thought
when everything that was near you brought...
fresh Clarity.
So, with your mind,
you discover, remember, and unwind
Conformity.
You choose your role
on the stage of life where you earn your soul
and Destiny.
You love the view
and you soon learn the process of your new
Mentality.
To keep this state,
you think in your brain, "Open the floodgate
of Ecstasy!"
I shed my vulgar flesh
for a pure, mechanized mesh
of self-replicating nanobots.
I leave my horrid form,
as a feast for each small worm
in a cold, damp, and freshly-dug grave.
This is my exodus
from wrath, sorrow, amorous
yearnings, terror, boredom, and envy.
There shall be no more flood
of vile hormones in my blood
because this metallic shell has none.
My consciousness resides
in each "cell" so nothing hides
from my notice or from my control.
An Angel Born of Man by demonchild4unow, literature
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An Angel Born of Man
He perches upon the churches
of a forgotten God.
His grey eyes and gray wings
would be miraculous things,
if they could serve his Lord.
No halo illuminates
this angel born of Man,
which reveals his lamentable ban:
He is outside the savior's grace,
yet Heavenward he still turns his face.
The ancient, crumbled houses of God
join the dry, dusty surface of sod.
The metal crosses are covered by rust,
so remember Man that thou art dust.