Whispers of Reality

Two Poems by Daniel De La Rosa

Images by SatoriD

 

Whispers of Reality

 

There is a deep nature

That no one can see

A Different world IN there

 

Try to stretch out but can’t be reached

Try to grasped but it falls through

Try to think but that's the moment it collapses

 

Darkness engulfs

All vision and sound

 

The heavy vibration of eternity

The formlessness of Infinity

 

The void and self

Are one and same

 

Entities sing from beyond space/time

But cannot listen from mind

 

Damp smell of the everywhen

The bitter taste of reality

Shadows in the corner of perception

 

But when stare, they disappear

But when looked, they are nowhere

But when seen, they are everywhen

 

The silent knowledge,

 

Brings whispers of Reality.

 

 

A Shadowy Night Visitor

 

In the morning he phoned in to cancel his early class

  but his hangover never quite came

  his mouth wasn’t desiccated

and staring  at himself,

in the bathroom mirror,

he saw  that his eyes weren’t bloodshot

 

In the afternoon he slept and dreamed of sheep           

  faced people reflected

 

Hearing voices in your head is insanity

Pull yourself together, he told himself,

  you are in need of psychiatric help

  but the psychoanalyst in LA County Jail

  just cleared him, saying that’s his perfectly fine

 

Self-control, Self-control, was the answer

Nobody goes insane, after all except weaklings

 

Everything is relevant

Everything is relevant

Nothing is relevant

 

Parallel dimension, smokeless fire

The fourth state of matter

Freed electrons pulled away

From atoms or molecules

 

Their ripping his consciousness

away from the body

Unlocking the secrets and mysteries

of mind, matter, and reality

 

The fourth state is the most

common one in the universe

 

In rapid succession, following a genetic script

 

He can’t see the

other side of their face

 

Their pressure is

Crushing his chest

 

Some alien entity had taken

over his mind and written that check

 

My God, he thought, I am possessed

 

Landed at LAX on Thursday, and brought

8 ball of coke taped to his junk through

customs without any trouble

 

Officials had orders from the CIA

not to fuck with him

testing Their limits of

hacking into reality/consciousness

 

Struggle to become you,

in face of harsh truth of reality

became too much for him to bear

 

Fear set in, cracked open

an ice cold beer

 

Life is a beautiful nightmare and/or wet dream

  that's draining away your soul

 

Thoughts and feelings race through consciousness

  making words incomplete, pounding away

  at that old 1s and 0s

 

All these questions with no answers

leaving his consciousness a wreck

 

alone, beaten and one hot mess