Seamless: A Revealing Journey…A Poem

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I just awoke from a dream….not seconds.ago…and this was the journey that I saw…

Like travellers we strode
Cross valley
And mountain ridge
Like gritty royal characters
The peasants we did pass
We looked up from our toil
To see the royal throng
We stopped with wonder
As we saw ourselves go by

We were transvestites on the beach
Hollering with love and confusion
Dressed in our cross referenced illusion
We looked up to see the punks
Running towards us through the sand
We were charging skins red raw from battle
Worn with tattooed sides and red blood
Running in veins so wild
As we flew towards our quarry
Till we saw the whites of their eyes
And stopped….amazed at seeing
Ourselves

We were landed gentry
Enjoying feasting off the fat of the land
I took her hand
Silken gown flowing down
Not far removed from the royalty
Of yesteryear
You were my servant when I spied you near
I looked up to see my lord’s eyes
Over serving caviare and scones did I then
Come to realize
There was something of me
Behind those wine soaked eyes

I was buccaneer in my office with my phone
Leather case now replace breeches
But my pirate nature with me
Has eternally flown
I steal your money
You’re women your rent
I saw in my whore something new
A her blouse I tore asunder
I saw the thunder in his heart
As wantonly I took my legs
Apart at the seams you took me there
There was something in that
Piratical stare
I almost choked on my red soaked
Lips when I saw my child
My former bliss
In your eyes I am your mother
Your sister
Your lover

We all came round the corner
Up the street to where Goliath’s meet and he was gin-soaked
Riding a horse of Gothic
Proportion
He was waiting
But not waiting
The witch and the warden
the characters all came to him and he nodded
Off to the egg with his weighty smile
Revealed from the door
Those eyes once more…

Sat in the space pod
Was myself; it was me from the outside!
He smiled
The circle complete
Ourselves we did meet…

Though my poetry’s bad
Such a night we all had.

P.Thomasson
2014

This poem is alluding directly to Andy Weir’s short story called ‘The Egg’

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Rising Tide (Party at The End of Time)

I woke just now from dreaming
The feeling was desolate…

Have you ever felt
Like it was the end of the world?
Did you see the party
At the end of time?
Were your loved ones there
And your brother too?
It was my nephew who was by my side.
Or was it my son grown up?

Can’t seem to shake off the flood
The waters rose when she came after me
We tried swimming in the dark
Party over I chose to leave early
Strike my own path back to base camp
Before the dawn we were up to our necks
In the flood waters do we swim?

Stay up on higher ground
My waking self says get up
Get up out the water
The water is emotions drowning you
You can swim but it is cold
And will only tire you out
But in the dark its hard to know
What to do so me and him we swim
He’s been bitten by what?

I hugged my dad at the party
Does he even remember me?
Do the dead remember who they were?
Who they were is who they are to the living
Enduring memories serve as anchors
We keep your ashes in a box
Should we set you free on the earth?
Do you want to be free?

Stay up on higher ground
Climb on the tables
Forget and let her be.
Dark waters in the night
Do we swim in you safely?

The bar man offered me cheap drinks as he was closing
But they were no cheaper
Only faster. Urgency nearly making the choice
Not wise to guzzle your drink down
Leave the party early to the other end of town.

We saw the waters rising
It was like a tap left on
The door was a dam
Keeping it rising
Stop mesmerising
Get up onto higher ground.

Rise.

My old friend she scorned me
Then let me know her pain
I said yes I share your agony
But know of many remedies
She looked awkward in her skin
I remember her as graceful
Time and pain had taken their toll
I saw we were no different
In our weirdness
Sisters together
Then she disappeared again.

My uncle dancing like a gangster
Mod clean cuts and grey pin suit
I stood at the balcony with you
Beautiful young man
I’m old enough to be your mother
Are you my son?
What do you see by my side?
How can we hold back this tide?
Stay on higher ground.

Rise and shine.
Shine up and rise like the phoenix
He smiles at me
Staying by my side in the rising tide.

We swim.

Vision Quest

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What’s your vision?
Vision of what?
The future? a different reality?

Perhaps some of us recoil at these kind of questions and judge that they are all a bit wishy washy for today’s scientific minds. But I would argue that science itself comes from the wonder of mystery and the grace of discovery.

Without a vision of something more alluring to come, what are we? I would answer that we are probably depressed and ‘dry’ in our world, physically and otherwise.

Like a lake or a stream, life is either static or moving at any given point but there is a reflection available within each state. Our moving target may be harder to spot as it is distorted by the speed of the water, but when we sit by the lake of reflection our views can become crystal clear.

It may be that we have no focus on the future because we are so busy in the river doing our thing that we cannot contemplate any sense of visionary reality, we are simply surviving and will take what is offered. This may be fine and a larger vision of family is played out to incorporate many rivers joining their race towards the sea. But when our day is done and each has their own way to travel, have we set our sights on something larger, some vista we may have once desired and shelved through inconvenience?

The far away place you dream of is just out of place now and not in keeping with your utilitarian version of day to day reality. It feels more like a dream; completely unapproachable from this waking state of fast moving river consciousness.

Or is it? Is not the far fetched utopian ideal the very ‘vision’ we require to fuel our reason for existing in the first place? The battle for realism, no matter what is undermining the capacity for us to dream.

No dream, no vision.
No vision = blindness.

So next time you find yourself stumbling through a fast moving river version of your life, ask yourself where the nearest lake is and make time to sit by it and remind yourself of the view from the point of stillness. Go on, I know you can! You never know what you might see in those still crystal waters.

Just don’t jump in without a wet suit; these mountain lakes are freezing!