Awaken

Electro hippie dances in the corner

Tubular crystal dreads

Projecting color matrix over our faces

The floor rises up to meet her feet with rhythmic incomprehension

What fluid step may come next

We set drinking blue

Watching her movements

Like mathematicians brainstorming the next equation

Her pattern becomes clear

And vanishes 

That was the night we burned the paradox

And would forever become knowing

The rain pushes us further out into the night

Upward towards bliss

Only love or the taste of another drug

On the tongue

Would complete

The patterns encompass us

Pulling to the destination

Of being

Of knowing

Or maybe even finally 

Living 

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Neal S,
"Awaken"
I will never become tired of how people retain the tihings they do. If this poem is a tale of experience then you have an amazing memory. Many write using phrases which register a picture or an image that can be seen. This poem does that somewhat and it is impressive.
blessings,
Kathy

[Lorry]

This reminds me of midnight hikes from my youth, raising money for charity, while high as giraffe p***y on acid. Walking along the grass that sang to me, seeing more colours than the spectrum of our limited sight allowed and noticing the beauty around us, in an intensity of understanding that we are connected to everything around us, if only we opened our eyes to see. Brilliantly captured Neal, love the ending.

[Neal S]

I totally agree. When our eyes are opened to what everything has to offer. You find that limitless cycle of connection that all things are there for a purpose and living. Thanks so much for the kind words Nemo!

[Lorry]

You're very welcome. Have a great xmas Neal.

[Neal S]

Thanks bro..You too man!!

[Hebe]

Wow! this definitely transports you to another world,
experience is precious.... this vision is amazing!

[Neal S]

Thank you Hebe for taking the time to read it! Very cool of you :)

[Valentine]

Guess I missed out on a lot being raised with parents that gave us Jesus to get high on. Valentine

[Neal S]

My parents gave me Jesus as well. I also learned about the world in many different ways. I can write a story of a drug fueled party or a magic dragon that injects Heroin into its eyeballs. But it doesn't mean i'm at that party or i'm that dragon. Thanks for stopping by Valentine

[Valentine]

I really meant I missed out on a lot. Some of these experiences are growth experiences that help you in your decisions in later life.

[Einstein Noodle]

risk taking can be dangerous ..this is a flash back for me ...specifically waaaaaaaaaaaay back in LA at a "Mothers of Invention" concert .. there were four or five other bands as well but they didn't register ..just the Mothers did ;) i woke up in a strange car and wrote thank you through the fog on the back windshield ..it was the least i could do ..
E.

[Neal S]

hahaha! The things we go through for fun!!