Mind (Revisited)

Mind
Home of me
The standing waveform
The very definition
That separates me
This state of
Mind

© 5 minutes ago

Quickened One

A young man I met
On the mean streets of
Digital evermore

One day(Today)

Casting about certain truths 
he was
Inviting and inciting
Not blighting
Nor fighting

Of those he choose
Everyone knows
Except it seems they dont
Knowledge is knowledge
And facts are facts
Whether you will or won't

But back to the mirror on that long-ago day
I saw him then as I see him today

Although we have never met and his face I do not know
A thing I saw in a mirror
Reflected from long long ago

Of that long ago image

Is that memory
Of that particular
Reflection
By that particular young man
On that particular day
All that is left

Of that analog evermore

Of that One Day(Long Ago)

Decades now have come to pass since that mirrored moment in time
And it's my pleasure to take the measure 
Extracted I exacted from his rhyme

Reflections of a moment
Extend to, and then become eternity.

So it is written
So let it be

The ancient Egyptians were very wise indeed

I saw a thing I couldn't know.
Because it was 40 years or more ago.
Quickened one just now said it and so.
It would seem once more in time I go

A mirror is a time machine
And a lying bastard at that
Six feet times two
Is math I can do
But the image in the mirror isn't even good for that

One hundred and eighty six thousand miles per second removed
From The False Image that I think I see

Our universe was born
In less time than it took for the light to bounce between the mirror and me

Reflections of a moment
Extend to, and then become eternity


There is a poet here among you who goes by the username quickened one
Quickened one Is the inspiration for this 
For me l
Quickened one opened a door in time
Wherein We all reflect endlessly
I find Quickened ones writing to be profound
For me 
I urge you all to read Quickened one 


© a year ago, David Michael Brackeen   society poems • spiritual poems • hope poems • humor poems • love poems

Encyclical episodic Epistle # 2 (BS)

Of every hatred from the world of the flesh
“As it ever was” shall become 
Like unto a thing of great truth
And unto that time 
That seeith the end of all things
Shall all therein abide as in life 
Until there is no more
And no heart nor no mind of any child 
Or innocent of simplicity
For if they can not conceive 
Of such a place or thing
Then suffer them not to learn 
For therein lies the great peril
Shall not they therein dwell 
For that place is not of or for there design

Re-Posted from Last-Year © 3 minutes ago, David Michael Brackeen   society poems • hope poems • humor poems • family poems • friendship poems

Encyclical episodic Epistle # 1

And from my throat will poor out blood
For the keepers of all that ever was
Have eaten all that there ever will be
For all that seeith not that they themselves 
Hath become like unto death itself
Yea even unto the last generation 
Of the daughters of man
Shall they then roll without their skins 
In great vats of salt
Filled with noxious fumes 
And noisome exudation's
Till such a time as all the love of power 
Is sundered from the world of the flesh
And all hearts that ever beat shall purge them

© 18 hours ago, David Michael Brackeen   

Ode To D.C. Brackeen Verse 2

Not understanding my father's death
Love is the path of understanding
To forgive these words unspoken
This silence is forever, and acute
Reverberating beyond unspoken words
Ever near is this forever apart
I feel you near as I whisper your name 
Unconditional love and acceptance

Passing in Passing © right now, David Michael Brackeen   love poems • death poems • pain poems • sad poems • spiritual poems

The dead lie still in wormy earth

The Nailed God 
That they worship 
Is two thousand years 
In the Grave 
But any moment 
To the faithful 
His righteous return 
Searing Savage souls to save 
Begs no question 
Of rebirth 
Though all the dead from then to now 
They still lie still 
In wormy earth 

Living Without You

It’s what it’s like 
When you don’t like what you know
I didn’t want to live without you
Unknown understanding isn’t prophesy 
I didn’t know how to live without you
Portents in the entrails of a goat
Splatiomancy
Learning  to live without you or die
Divining the future 
In the smoke of sacrifice
Dying certainly isn’t living without you
Toss the bones and Augurie events 
Living without you 
Is living without you
Consult Pythia the Oracle of Delphi
I love living without you
It’s what it’s like 
When you don’t know what it’s like

Recuperation from Soul Crushing abandonment
Learning to live without a certain person was .....
Difficult...I got over her...
Eventually...it's strange how Mindless and Hopeless I had become...
All Better now... © 10 hours ago, David Michael Brackeen   society poems • sad poems • pain poems • spiritual poems • hope poems