Caught in illusion or delusion
you have a bag full of excuses
~ tell me, what’s your game?
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The way we look at other forms
is flawed, noticing only skin.
In each heart glows God’s flame that warms
and it’s His love we need to win.
Shaped from earth, all bodies are dust,
subject to illness and decay.
Aligned with throb of bliss beat’s thrust,
we rise making love our mainstay.
Aware always of our heart’s flame,
knowing it is the same in all,
light in all objects is the same,
merging with which, we then stand tall.
Desire is the cause of rebirth,
freedom instant in being still,
that at all times bubbling in mirth,
we align our breath with God’s will.
I think a lot in my head
I wish I could just go to bed
Blinded by thoughts and emotions
The seas of thunder and errosion
The crickets seep into the ears
Blinded by the emotional tears
My brain is exhausted and toasting
My head spinning like it’s roasting
These thoughts I can’t stop
Accelerating to the very top
My patience for this is wearing thin
I itch and peal my skin
I want to get out of this horrid body
Dragged through despair becoming knotty
Though I hate living in this flesh
I also hate my intrusive mesh
Drowning in my own Delusion
Nothing can keep up my illusion
The smiles are all fake
At any moment I might break
You could say we never met
But I let you into my world
Muse come down from on high
In person personified,
Forever intertwined
Moving in different directions
Still you will remain
A part of my poem
Gentle and kind,
Forever intertwined
You were good to me
Always so sweet
I was horrible
We didn't meet
I think you're dear,
Forever intertwined
I give you my word
Unoriginal and old
A word I know I've broken
A promise I still intend,
Forever intertwined
I can see your glow
Walking out to me
Cutting through the haze
I cannot break my gaze,
Forever intertwined
Am I delusional?
I know that I am
But it's impossible to say goodbye
I'll carry you around with me
I don't even have to try,
Forever intertwined
I thought I'd killed this part of me
Why does delusion seem to be the only reality I know?
Almost never catching myself when my mind starts to go
Is delusion my real reality though?
Snapping in & out of this dimension
Which I should mention,
Is beyond my comprehension of an
Intervention for redemption or reinvention
What's your intention?
My soul can't take anymore pain...
I don't get what you have to gain
From the hurt that I've attained & sustained
I don't think one single person
That I've met was entertained
With how I try to explain the
Change in my world & theirs
It's become mundane at the amount of sht that's become deranged since I've gone insane
...I've literally broken my brain
This vessel is no good anymore
Everything normal has become a chore
I can't endure trying to find a cure
for me being so immature and insecure
It's now part of my allure
I'll get out of this one day.....
marvels of science
by leaps and bounds
yet no cure for cancer
or for basic problems
of poverty, starvation
and injustice
seriously !
do we expect we would
do notably better
at a colony on Mars?
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
I need a man
Who'll never fail to hold my hand
I need a man
Who'll compete with my fictional men
I need a man
Who'll lose fights with me now and then...
I need a man
Who'll hug me with his heart
Who'll handle me like an art
Who'll love to hear me talk...
I need a man
Whose touch feels safe
Who'll love to stay so late
I need a man
Who'll never leave me
I need a man
Who'll never judge me
I need a man
Who wouldn't dare stop loving me...
I need a man
Who'll love to calm me down
Who'll love to travel around
I need a man
Who'll love my wierd side
I need a man
With whom I'll love a long ride...
This might be a certain someone I know
Who lifts me up whenever I feel low
For I realised he is not a boy
But a man who'll never treat me like a toy...
All dreams are unreal and yet they appear,
wherein ego assumes a specific role,
so knowing this, no object to us is dear,
save God’s boundless love and light, which we extol.
In deep sleep each night, we return to our home,
a singularity, where throbs the gong Om
but on waking up in this domain dual,
delusion grips us, unless love’s our fuel.
fault line desire
soul tires of fear
so sired by mind
Never knew senses could deceive until now,
seeing a bright I scurry .
Nirvana makes my imagination go mere gesture.
where I lay unaware of raucous voice ,
Is this the locus?
A dear face I recognize,
charming as allure itself .
I believed as we cross paths again,
wonder gets my most reflecting how u did.
My dear, embrace me as first-ever.
Must I realize my sureness taking over,
as my prime fancy fulfills.
Shall we never be alone anew, strangled?
I shall yield to the choice you deem fit.
If you harmonize ,
let's reborn in heartbound household,
let's fly to the moon playing with stellas,
gazing on how it pours on distant barras.
Pretty, fill me with fine,
tipple from my within.
Leave us singing forevermore,
hands clasped vowing never again.
Then dawn on me from coma,
the mumbling voices ne'er fading.
As I realize my stifle ill-fated,
Finds me dolorously endeavoring.
All the faith washes away ,
my precious wait for me a bit longer,
I lost.
I played on the phonograph, some serenade,
I was listening to it, while I layed.
The serenade with my feelings created a fusion,
Then I stepped into the world of my delusion.
She was holding my hand tightly,
This made me believe that this was a nuisance kind a illusion.
Then a hot fleeing piece fell on to the phonograph creating a diffusion;
Soon flames lept on me,
To save myself i took out a shove,
But no sooner covered with flames not of fire but of love.
Hey!!
I assumed that fictional men only exists in fictional world
until I met u
Like I wanna pinch you nd check
whether you r real one r fake one
Dude you're literally far away
frm other guys
You're more than best!!!!
Just your single stare is enough to make anyone's heart pound;
It's certainly impossible not to blush when u r around.
they dont know im the midas of rust
everything i touch turns to dust
but i have something midas lacks,
eyes to see through window cracks,
ears to hear the floorboards creek,
legs to move me from my keep,
and head enough to know im beat,
when everything before me screams,
please do not come near me,
im a walking example,
a fairytale you tell,
im the moral of your story,
and I’m go to hell,
or maybe im already there,
forced to live each day in prayer,
a sinner in the hands of an angry god,
what hell could you construct for me,
worse than what ive made for free,
if death were not so frowned upon,
i know for so that id be gone,
and if the gods of greek seek
to punish me, i wish to see
the end of every tragedy,
and feel with all finality,
the end of my reality
("In The Beginning There Was The Word, And The Word Was Good", 2019, original pen & ink)
Fever Dreams
Caught up in paranoid visions
Where nothing is what it seems
Where good is really bad
and bad is good
Where just below the surface
Great art lurks,
waiting to be discovered,
but always just out of reach
In this dream
survival depends on cutting your way through the deception
discerning what is real
and what is illusion
in this dream nothing is what it seems
and yet through it all
The paranoid mind knows
It can’t be deceived
(9/22/24)
dust stirs
oblivious to
God’s life breath
that makes it feel alive
so it struggles and strives
living in a make belief world
until one day dust enters silence
realising that in truth it never existed
all that always was and is, is breath of God
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