awake

wakefull

Before the dawn in the longest hours

I am wakefull

Before the bustle of unknown powers 

I am wakefull

Before the day once again devours

I am wakefull

Before it has the chance to sour

I am wakefull

Before those folks try to aquire

I am wakefull

Before above me they aspire

I am wakefull


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Unknown to me

Just as the novelist sat down

    to write
    to nourish
    to align himself
                straight-again with the ground;
another man was lying deep-down,
below the grass,
encased in the systems of stars

he had tasted his last breath.

When
His moments froze ~

      a small stream of pure water
      poured perfectly from above
      into crown through to roots,
      washed away the worries,
      the illnesses,
      the aches
that paused this man’s infinite progression.

Within mind
refreshed and courageous, 
he traveled far
into jungles of Memory,
there was no shock.
no despair nor confusion.
As these thoughts 
flew him through
on the magic carpet that they always were.

He was transormed——
into a guidesman, a dream,
a neon notion;
this realization shook every nerve 
in its unseen explosion.
He sought the truth,

it had always been slapping him right in the face.

In life
he went insane for perfection
day-dreaming his Earthly footprint to be
in backward ways.
But that work is now
anonymous.
As he and the new setting
intersected
his Named became Nameless

All melted into rhythm & roots.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

~ Written during a period of personal DMT use ~ Carmello Yello

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Staying awake.

 

 

Home alone.
I'm a boring person.
I used to think a lot more before.

That was interesting.
Snap.
Dance attempt.
Oh!
French toast for dinner.
Ouch!

Analizing poses in pornography.
Um...

Philosophizing over the translation of an animation.

Tisk.

"It must be very hard to write an opera"
Hmm.
Oh, I hate sunrises.
*sounds of snoring*

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The Start of a New Day

When does morning start?

When a creature awakes,

Or when the sun rises?

Yea, the morning is

When a creature awakes

To find it starting anew

In the world dominated

By mortal souls.

 

The human wakes up

First by opening its eyes,

Then stretching its muscles

And sitting up in a position

To retreat from the bed

That held it prisoner 

During the long, dark night.

 

Out of bed it goes

Attending its normal

Robotic morning routine

Whilst thinking of the future,

Of what the day holds,

And how the day will go.

Either gleefully or woefully

Does the human think of this

For not all mornings 

Are filled with happiness and glee.

 

Fearful not is the human

Who takes things as they go

Wave by wave.

Wave by wave harassing it,

Wave by wave attacking it,

Wave by wave saddening it,

Wave by wave entertaining it,

Wave by wave knocking it down.

Each wave the human does take

Accepting each as a challenge,

As an opponent, an obstacle,

And one that must be rid of.

Defeat is not in its dictionary,

For there is no defeat

If one can rise again,

And face the same challenge

To only be victorious.

 

The human does not give up,

It does not ponder on the past,

But it rises from its ashes - 

Waking up to start anew

In a world dominated

By mortal souls.

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day off

 

.........

 

a rumpelstiltskin-esque slumber,

 

  unbridled

refreshment

              awakens me,

 

a barefoot stance, 

      stretching dance,

              bounce

                  in

               step,

 

to the kitchen 

 

checking mail,

    the percolator accompanies

       a

         wagging

                     tail,

 

interrupts,

 

   a yawning

          pup,

 

life is good.

 

10:50 PM 7/7/2013 ©

............

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Pandora's Box

.............

 

exhaustion surrounds 

 

permeating her auric feild

 

like a blanket of thick smoke

 

retiring into the darkness of night

 

it is her solace and place of quietude

 

undaunted by earthly storms 

 

the raging fires of voicy havoc

 

 raucous misunderstandings

 

petty misgivings that cloud the path to clarity

 

slowly and calmly anesthetized 

 

by the rise and fall of her chest

 

the inspiration of her breath

 

 far into the depths of unconscious planes

 

dreaming of spatial incongruencies

 

distorted views of the day's events

 

 slip into a place where they make more sense

 

awakened by a sound

 

 a child weeping

 

baby soft skin broken by the remnants 

 

of an ogre's  shame and anguish 

 

after dropping bombs on innocent women and children

 

abandoned by an angel of forgiveness

 

left in the scourge of suffering

 

accompanied by his own flesh and blood babies 

 

 one man's desperation 

 

the cold war has been resurrected

 

a house of horrors comes alive

 

it is up to each one to survive

 

 raw emotion pierces a hole

 

gnawing like lightning through the night

 

 into the core of her soul

 

awakening with cries

 

but after 35 years

 

she is finally alive.

 

 

 

 

 

 

10:07 PM 7/3/2013

©

 

..............

Author's Notes/Comments: 

What war does. it lasts long after it's over.my father beat me 2 months after my mother's sudden death, and I blocked it out for 35 years of my life.

Half Past Asleep

Eyes open only to
The stillness of early morning,
I lie in the comfort of my bed,
Warm, soft, still half asleep,
Everything is so quiet, peaceful,
Daylight is just showing itself
Through the blinds on my windows,
Exhilaration without movement, or sound,
All that I feel at this moment
Is still in a place far away from
This reality I am awakening to,
I will savor what pieces of it I can
Throughout this day.

 

 

 

6:09 AM 5/10/2013 ©

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Again

Eyes squint,
A new day,
Birds chirp,
Footsteps heard,
Squeaky floor,
But not a word,
Hallway light clicks,
Kitchen sink,
Water runs,
Smell of coffee,
Day begun,
Alarm sounding,
Snooze button,
Now you're counting,
Blinds open,
With sunshine,
Yawning and stretching,
A wink of your eye,
Mug is ready,
You take a sip,
When you're done,
I kiss your lips,
Monday morning,
A new week,
Then I pause,
I kiss your cheek,
Clothes and shower,
Hair and shoes,
Eggs an bacon,
Maybe news,
Dawn til nightime,
Work past ten,
Tomorrow morning,
We do it again.

 

5:54 AM 4/28/2013 ©

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Many Miles To See A Smile

                                                                                  

Always on the road, sometimes I'd halfway be asleep,
But every mile worth it, cuz this love is not skin-deep,
Your struggle has been difficult, so many different yards,
Just seeing the smile on your face was always my reward.

                                                                                    

I learned a lot of things in life, but never had I known,
A smile could be perpetual, through so many nights alone,
I don't know what you look like when I turn and walk away,
But I know by now you know my love is in your heart to stay.

                                                                                       

I tell few people of our love, their noses snub and judge,
Do they really have the right to hold love hostage as a grudge?

This undermining of love itself makes little sense to me.

 I've learned it's best let them go, keep an open heart for you and me.

 

I learned a lot of things in life, but never had I known,
A smile could be perpetual, through so many nights alone,
I don't know what you look like when I turn and walk away.

But I know by now you know my love is in your heart to stay.

                                                                                           

We'll hope there's money for the gas, and rental cars to drive,
We'll pray that street signs only cost a bumper, not my life,
I've learned to pull aside and not go down the ramp asleep.

I've learned I shouldn't dye my hair on only two hours sleep.  

                                                                                          

I learned a lot of things in life, but never had I known,
A smile could be perpetual, through so many nights alone,
I don't know what you look like when I turn and walk away.

But I know by now you know my love is in your heart to stay.

 

 

Copyright 2013

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A Poem about the family members of prisoners and some of what they must endure to support their loved ones.