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‘Blue’

The fog reached out from the sky like a silver ladder

Connecting the sky with the water the colour of dark blue

The infinite blueness covered the view

Anxious, mysterious and true

 

The thoughts reached out from the mind like a silver platter

A cry for knowledge, a cry for sense

The infinite hunger covered the view

Anxious, mysterious and true

 

The mind reached out to the nature in hope for it to matter

Unsure of its origin, unsure of the aim

The infinite uncertainty covered the view

Anxious, mysterious and true

 

The nature reflected the mind, in truth

The understanding never came

But the hope lingered that the existence of both

Was the destiny’s intentional move

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‘What if…’

What if

There were no borders,

No countries,

No divisions,

No judgements?

 

What if

We saw no difference,

No race,

No governments,

No rules?

 

What if

There was no ‘right’,

No ‘wrong’,

No ‘yes’,

No ‘no’?

 

What if

There were no limits,

No suggestions,

No space

And no time?

 

What if

I told you

That this could be your reality

And the key to its door

Was in your own mind…?

Montreux

‘To Be’

To Be is to exist,

To feel but not be present in the human understanding,

Not to have a purpose apart from the eternal nowness.

 

To Be is to flow

With nature, with the universe,

To realize the depth of the words: ‘I am’.

 

To Be is to have no words,

To enjoy the neighbourhood but stay in remoteness,

Move freely without a particular path.

 

To Be is the beauty

Of being nobody, nowhere,

Of floating in the pure state of realization.

 

To Be is to meditate

Into the wonders of the mind’s antipodes

And to keep that state forever in the unconditional existence.

 

To Be is to acknowledge

The profound beauty of stillness and solitude

And of the silence of surroundings…

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This poem was slightly inspired by Aldous Huxley’s ‘The Doors of Perception’ and ‘Heaven and Hell’. If you haven’t read these yet, I strongly recommend it. It’s absolutely stunning! 

‘Inspiration vs. Reality’

The drunk writer, The inspired writer - (OO365...
The thought is fleeting

The mind is bigger than corpse

The passion is painful

The dive is scary

 

Yet knowledge is eye-opening

And talent requires feeding

Silence is glorious

And company can be distracting

 

Reality is unreal

It is formed by our minds

The time passes still

As we keep on loading our clocks

 

Inspiration hurts

You can only write

Your vision is blurred

There’s no peace of mind

 

The soul flees through the pen

Into the page it flies

Whether it’s midnight or day

Your choices are sliced

‘Helpless’

lost in thought

Floating in the sea of helplessness

Among the biterness of nothingness

Within the routines and faces touched by sadness

Carried away in the fate’s darkness

Pondering over world’s unfairness

Searching for the promised brightness

And the unlikely happiness

Hoping for some kind of loneliness

But you’re never alone in your human weakness

The minutes run away into nothingness

You’re left with less and less time before death, drowning deeper into hopelessness

‘Trust’

I could never see the sky

Through the joy

Through the pain

 

I could never realease my mind

Of my thoughts

Of my brain

 

I could never fall in love

With the right one

With no blame

 

I will forever trust my insanity

Despite the world

Despite what all of them may say

‘A poem with a wink / Knowledge’

Book photographs

Books in secret nooks

I read what I need

My mind surely minds

What I take and what I make

 

This rhyme isn’t worth a dime

Money may make someone call you ‘honey’

But what seems worthless can as well be priceless

The choice is your voice

 

Knowledge can be your pledge

Feed your brain without pain

It pays dividends but not in cents

Just like experience, neither in pence

 

Live your life as you want to live

Give away what you want to give

Rules are for fools

Friendship is to worship

 

That’s what you can learn and shouldn’t burn

As simple as a pimple

If I made you think or smile and blink,

I will say this poem made my day … wink

 

 

‘The unconscious mind’ – Part 9

As the baton flew through the air to hit Yuriy, several unexpected things happened at once. One of the bricks moved inward, reacting to the touch of his fingers, the floor collapsed under the two men, the baton fell from the warder’s hand and hit Yuriy lightly, making him unconscious and the two of them fell into the flowing river. The stream took them to the waterfall which threw its victims, making them drop hardly onto rocks. If anybody had stood there in that time, he would have thought that the two dead bodies covered with blood were lying there. It was impossible for a human being to survive the forceful fall from 400 meters. In fact, however, there was only one corpse in there…

‘The unconscious mind’ – Part 7

They listened carefully, but they couldn’t hear anything apart from the sound of drops falling into the water. ‘It seems we’ll have to split up’, somebody mumbled. And so, each of the warders entered a different passage. Meanwhile, Yuriy reached the dead end…

‘In the chaos of one’s mind’

The Human Mind

In the town of silence

In the night of brightness

Dreams don’t come

.

In the sea of nothingness

In the pool of wisdom

Diving yet – reluctantly

.

In the cup of reveries

In the song of madness

Looking for one leaf

.

In the birth of memories

In the jungle of adventures

Breathing in the sea

.

In the closure of my eyes

In exposure of my thoughts

I’ve found what I will be

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I’d like to thank a lot for the following award in the Thursday Poets Rally:

For this week I nominate deadpoet88.