(Stream of) Consciousness [Pt. X]

caught amidst a tempest, drowning
pouring, bouncing- thoughts- back,
forth, forgotten; forlorn- memories
lost, ‘lore’ untold, torn apart
by the storm- thoughts swirling,
tornadic; swindling, robbing you
of your senses: consciousness degraded
as you debate inwardly, testing
theories toward oblivion inside
deciding not to be sensible about
abandoning thoughts for action-
reacting (finally) consciously, collected
open, streaming- live wire
winding your way onward through
the treacherous stream, thrown
for a loop by gravity- gripping
tightly, tearfully- holding on
helplessly to everything- loved,
left, lost- everything except
endless Eternity- momentary
Existence- monumental progress
pouring out forever less suitable
psychoses and obsessions- operating
freely following the flow- receiving
the signals ‘religiously’- repeatedly
guided politely past all you’ve
missed, around all you have,
herded homeward to the moment
forgiving, forgetting, forging on
ahead. alive. awakened. consciously-
streaming, live.


Dreaming Reversal

here i sit, wasted, once and for all finished
no longer desiring to be a fish
[S]haking from consumption and consuming while shaking
[D]espising whole-heartedly the path i am taking
delirious and confused amidst a confusing delusion
wondering at which moment we will achieve fusion
the 'drug' i'm looking for i know can be found here
and at some point in my circle she will appear
in front or beside me, i know i'll run into her
but at the moment i feel i may be beginning to wither
wantlessly wondering whether the end i see is real
if i ever get to her, if she will hear {m}y app{e}al



Across the Distance (Shades of Gray)

as we each walk our lines, so delicately shaded in grays
of opportunity, circumstance and consequence each day
we all so often stumble, we all so often fall
some say they do so more often than others, some claim they never do at all

as we walk our broken lines on that path to destiny
even if we close our eyes, we will find things so unexpectedly
with so many obstacles and such blurry, winding gray lines
that each of us will eventually fall is only a matter of time
as we navigate across distance
as we navigate through circumstance
as we navigate to consequence
so many things we will find
some of these we will pick up
some must be left behind


** see more of my poetry on my blog "Nothing Definite: Spontaneous, Combustible, Poetry" at http://gcool06.blogspot.com/ - thanks for reading (and writing)! **