Happas Posted February 4, 2002 A whole bunch of poems i wrote ages ago....the morning after consuming 400 morning glory seeds, in a sort of paranoid afterglow People I laugh because you can’t see I’m more of a man than any of you will ever be Grow Up! You say Get Real! You say Pull Yourself Together! You can’t do that in the real world! You Preach I laugh, because you don’t have my driving madness Only a dire…. Haunted sadness There is a place 1 There is a place where your dreams become REALITY REALITY Shamanic drumming, earthy salty and confused I can see all; except myself In these choking fumes Of cloud-like gloom 2 The place where the end meets with the beginning Where all that is earthly Is set aside and postulated A place where only the spirits roam Love, confusion…. the unknown Slipping ever downward Into a primordial mess An ancient trance; Spirit penetrating Through all time Incommunicado with the dead The door The door to being was opened Things from beyond the door shouted at me Things that were dark and glorious And I stood transfixed PRIMITIVE I now comprehend the primitive nature of man Sickened by all that is un-natural For the modern man who goes beyond the door Will learn that he has become a hybrid A creature over his thoughts Because mind controls matter And every idea is a flower Wandering 1 Wondering down the moonlit drive We sing and do what we have to To survive When we connect with this ancient source The ego dissolves Like a demon It is exorcised And your self is shattered As you enter a delirious, liquid odyssey 2 In the morning the trouble of social realties Rear their foul and disgusting head Action delays being Action obscures being Action transcends being My eyes are in the vortex Utterly transfixed by the space time continuum And the sheer veracity of those Few fleeting moments of being Will be forever etched In memory Haunting my waking hours A poem for a girl I can’t live without these ever-so gentle thoughts of you For my mind traverses a different reality A reality where you and me are happy And nothing matters Because we are together In the magnificent haze of union I can’t quite discern Whether this is Love Or obsession A desire to feel content A pulsating rhythm I’ am utterly dependent on your love You are the most important thing You transcend My universe Your reality penetrates every fibre of my being Every molecular structure inside of me Yearns for you Because your love Is as necessary as the blood that flows through my veins. You save me Even though you are oblivious to it You simply being on this earth Helps me to cope With the drudgery and the intoxication Of my own existence I love it that you feel sorry for me I love it that you pity me I love it that you think I’m special And strange The only reason I live, is because I’m sure you think of me My love I’m in a fragile state I’m honest to no one Except occasionally myself Please mask and disguise me And I don’t care what guise I wear As long as it is something other than My cold, scared, dark, naked self My Intellect My intellect can be a boorish eater Consuming delicate fine foods In wrenching gluttony It is dissected from what is real But one can only understand reality When one wanders away from it Away to the palace of dreams For a mind unaltered, is not a mind at all But a mind paralysed with wonder A mind that dances with truth A mind that frees itself From the paradigm of existence Is a genuinely real mind? They and I How sad they are To let their happiness Define their existence I do not belong there…. I can’t abode there…with them Illusionary, fantastical Worlds of books screen and dreams These are my worlds of refuge That is where I escape And escaping is bliss But sooner or later You have to FACE The unimaginable horror of existence Maybe then… you can enjoy it Bothered I’ am bothered By heaven And by hell I shine like the brightest star Falsely brilliant Arrogance is buried deep in my genes Arrogance and Cynicism I will dispel thee And I shall be healthy For intellect must at times override emotion If you want to achieve peaceful appreciation Adoration Control Over the manifestation of the soul But I fear this cannot be achieved In the company of other sinners DreamWorld The dream world The ultimate reality The ultimate freedom Freedom from cumbersome physicality Freedom from the unholy ego Twisting and contorting in truth A dark glorious state Communicating with the spirits Transcending religion with science A mind running In a tumultuous frenzy Only sleep bringing peace Or so are memory tells us But when we sleep we dream We go into different worlds Strange, alien…familiar yet To think that death would bring oblivion Is to be as ignorant as the pretty child Observing the adult world With hazy eyes I know that I’ am OK For I can see my madness But you are not okay Because your madness is an invisible Yet very sharp dagger That pokes and stabs At your existence A clinger What is this! This Apollo! This Christian! This morbid soul so nauseated by life that it prays in such a way! Guilt! Guilt is the sickness of a soul that is forever uncertain! Shrouded by the ideas that could not emancipate it! Too Weak! Too weak and cowardly to pave its own way To create its own ethos A crab A crab clinging desperately to a rock Resisting the river of truth Grandfather Grandfather you old fool Your mouth is salivating It’s oozing out of that orifice And dripping disgustedly to the floor Your physically pathetic nature Is merely emulating Your abysmal mental state I see occasionally Your eyes get haunted By the doubts of your plastic God But your mind is to shut To shut and to weak Your haunted souls only respite lies deep in cynicism Nastiness, mocking of a fragile Oversensitive creature Everyone Always mocking what makes them uncertain Oblivious to their own sad selves Never understanding Never bothering To scratch the surface And to revel In the depths Grandfather can’t you see I’ am scarred But you are old and beautiful In an ugly way They are all beautiful [This message has been edited by Happas (edited 03 February 2002).] Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
anubian lights Posted February 4, 2002 you tune right into the deep complications of the mind, or your own mind. Perceptive style. Scarey, but still reality. I can dig why your stressed right now. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
gomaos Posted February 4, 2002 Well I'm not normally a "poem person" but I opened it for the first time today and read it all, some of it backwards... Do I need to say more? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
coin Posted February 4, 2002 nice poems happas...when did you forget you were a sunflower? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Happas Posted February 6, 2002 i never forgot...i just wasn't in the sun Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
