Consciousness

Consciousness

James Dinsmore

Fleeting shades of consciousness

Days and dreams

That merge and pass.

A moment of awareness that cannot last,

As motion flows too fast.

An illusion of progress in space and time,

Memories that glow as though defying

The futility of calling the moment mine.

They echo and glimmer in my mind

As I blow them out by my own sighing.

Events and days become opaque

Perception's dulled by the music that grates,

On the minds and moods that numbly swing,

As though I lost the words I sing;

I hold to the illusion of being here

And hope that all will reappear.

The Chemistry of My Mind

The Chemistry of My Mind

James Dinsmore

My words are like an acid,

But I feel no pain;

They cut through nerveless motives,

The gesture brings no gain.

My dreams are like an enzyme,

Though they fail to synthesize;

They saw a better way,

That time could not materialize.

My memories are like a dye,

That can't change the color of what they're in;

Because today dilutes it,

And my supply of it is gone.

My insecurities are like a crystal,

Obscured by mounting layers;

They are occasionally exposed by a fracture,

That I fill in with poetry and prayers.

My mind is like a compound,

Which no scientist can break;

My identity is deeper than the elements,

A man I can't relate.

Futile Pace

Futile Pace

James Dinsmore

When the alarm rings

I join the race,

I jump out of bed

And wash my face.

My heart is pounding

In senseless haste;

The rush is on,

I curse the pace.

So few hours

Between each day;

So much pressure,

So little pay.

Tearing me down
To buy repair;

Earning a dream

To cover despair.

Running in circles

To make ends meet;

When I bite my own tail,

Is it not defeat?

City Girl

City Girl

James Dinsmore

Hey you,

Single girl in the city;

Painted like a clown

You look so pretty.

Styled hair and big red lips,

But why 'ya still

Picking up your own tips?

Hey you!

Dressed to kill,

With an emotionless face

And eyes that can't feel;

Why 'ya act so uptight,

Do you think I'm fool enough

to rob you in broad daylight?

Hey you!

Hitting a bar,

Sitting alone in your red sports car;

Smile at the guy---go ahead,

But he don't want you

If you ain’t in bed.

Is it you

With your vallium,

Getting away from your old

'Ho-hum'.

Your hands are cold,

Your eyes are glass,

You can't get involved,

You gotta move fast.

Hey girl,

How 'ya so strong?

How do you manage to carry on?

You can't take sympathy

You're too cool,

In this melting world

Who’s the fool?

Hey you,

City girl,

Are you dizzy yet

From this old world?

Haven't you learned that you can't win

Against the double standards and insanity were in?

Play it cool,

stay on top;

Until you don't even know

If its you or not.

The Timepiece

The Timepiece

James Dinsmore

Tick-tock goes the clock,

A moment you can't regain;

Time laughs at our demise,

As slavery's wound up again.

Wind-wind, the duty's done,

Now submit to the will of the timepiece;

Let its hands force you forward,

There's no chance for your release.

Gong-gong, the dirge is sung,

As time mourns at your death;

All are incapable of fighting the hypocrite

Who measures each man's breath.

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More misc

Tomorrow's so nebulous,

I can't perceive;

Today's so precarious,

I can't believe.

Someone stop the stifled moaning,

We don't want to see who's groaning;

We hide our eyes from those who cry,

Might it be both you and I?

Oh Love

Oh Love

James Dinsmore

Oh Love

The agony,

Of waiting for

What should be;

Oh just for you

To be with me.

Oh my love,

The agony.

Oh love,

The pain I feel,

Waiting for the day until

You'll be with me.

My heart beats ill,

Each day's not real,

Oh my love,

The pain I feel.

Oh Vivian

The days I wait,

Each moment is

A measured weight.

I try to fight

But I can't shake,

The desolate feeling

As I wait.

Oh dearest love

The woman I need,

To help me live

And strive to succeed;

You're desperately needed

Because I'm not freed

From my insecurities,

Oh love, I need.