A voice on our earth,
that comes from the universe:
Must be heard, observed
Universe’ center:
summet of complexity,
consciousness emerged
Earth’s spirits pierce the
veil to hear in every sense:
universe’s voice.
-theothersid3
Tag: poetry
Life through death
I fall to my death,
Quite conscious in my nightmare,
I die, dead awake.
Wisdom pleasures me,
Darkness raptures my spirit,
Folly deceives me.
I make my way to
who I was, am, will become.
Live whom I will be.
Haikus of Death by Psychosis: Part 2
She was a burden.
As my empty vessel writes,
I undo the spell.
Its vines choke my heart.
They whither, releasing me,
both body and mind.
Yahweh lights my heart,
freeing me of obsessions,
from past black magic.
Last week, six years past,
I was beyond manic and
Completely sober.
God’s shadow showed me
unwittingly, black magic:
tied her soul to mine.
Violent lightning and
earthshaking cracks, followed by
God’s hands on my heart.
I am in Shalom,
and strongly linked to the past;
live all moments now.
After time lapses,
I observe all, everything
within my mind’s scope.
So I float along.
Outside my vessel I scout,
everything Shalom.
Seventeen years now,
since the black magic sentence,
since my first visions.
Eleven years now,
since I watched my body write,
release her; free me.
My visions tunnel,
they pick up where they leave off
Mind dipped in Shalom.
-theothersid3
A Sonnet of Death by Psychosis: Part 1
I look back inside my psychotic death;
mind, none fathomed my plane exists, being
in the moment. All seemed natural, loving.
Left my body in these moments’ deep breaths:
A fully conscious veil of living death,
touched and healed by the Light’s power teeming.
I fly through the ward, without much speaking.
Peers react to thoughts/intentions, confess:
Faces, actions all spiritually declothed:
their thoughts, emotions, intentions, I see.
She briefly comes to mind while I fly high.
In my asylum room, we’re befuddled,
We see our empty vessels, flesh and be,
Our flesh journals on her, our being thrives.
-theothersid3
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God’s Wounds
“Feed my lambs!” wailed God,
Yahweh, void of sanity:
Fed his lambs Godflesh.
The darkest anguishes
Felt by God and felt by me,
Heal by means of time.
When time ends, all is
Shalom and the pain subsides:
Darkness tamed at last.
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My Proposal Haiku
After time lapses,
The unobserved Observer
destines us as One
I proposed to her under the stars in a special place six months ago. She said yes!
-theothersid3
3 Haikus – Asleep
My beloved sleeps.
I lay down beside; she stirs
a sigh of relief
My beloved knows.
All storms aside, this is home.
Her core’s love for me.
How she responds to
your coming while fast asleep,
her core visage peers.
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Seven Haikus for my Wife
Where we’ve been; when we met.
High, wide, deep faulter.
For love is within, from One.
Agape, forged strong.
No sun. No moon. Pain –
fans the flames of your heart’s forge.
Dark flames fueled by dust.
The dust turns mad; A
surge of madness fuels dark flames,
rotting my heart’s flesh
Ignorance was light;
But the Anesthesia of
Denial – is gone.
Numbs our hearts no more.
Our minds race, hearts infected,
roasting on dark flames.
We get up, move on.
Unrequited love shadows
the aligning stars.
As a thief love came,
requited mind-hearts ablaze;
White flames lick ours both.
-theothersid3
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Perversions
Perversions most vile
Take place in dreams of the soul
Made flesh in the mind
-theothersid3
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“Emergence” and “Nature’s Word”
“Emergence”
Science seeks life’s roots
Recreated in the lab
Life’s language made flesh
-theothersid3
“Nature’s Word”
Though we discover
Nature’s mechanics of how
We’re deaf to its Word
-theothersid3
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