The Great Awakening

 The Great Awakening

Images of what we were float through my mind,

innocent times sweet tender times

new experiences, sensations never felt before,

sights and sound new to my senses.

You think about the dawn a-breaking and the coming light

remembering how you held back the tears in the darkness of the night

knowing that someday our love will disappear

looking into my eye remembering your worst fears

as you wait by the telephone for that one last call

hoping for it to come, you would give anything at all

and it never came as you cry yourself to sleep

waiting in the dark all alone

but that great awakening, life has begun

the beauty of nature is before your eyes

open your eyes to see the sun as it shine

leaving what is left to the memories left behind

you sit in the dark  you're crying on your bed

hand trembling in fear,  they are clutching your head

loneliness  prevails and the sadness reins

the inner peace is shattered and nothing remains

and all you once knew is a memory now

you're all alone now and you just don't know how

to put back  the pieces together again

to try to find a way from keeping this from an end

and the dawns a-breaking and a new day is beginning

you are searching for the hidden answer to go on living

as the light filters in through the window blinds

doing little dances in a strange kind of way

and it holds your fascination for such a long time

playing games in your mind

but that great awakening, life has begun

the beauty of nature is before your eyes

open your eyes to see the sun as it shine

leaving what is left to the memories left behind

plastic imitations of what you thought was real

you’ve lost your compassion, but still you think you feel

all the sensations from so long ago

as you stand and watch the sand flow

the essence of life you were never taught

you've never been shown the beauty the world as to offer

what only mattered is what could be bought

you've only read the writing on the wall

but that great awakening, life has begun

the beauty of nature is before your eyes

open your eyes to see the sun as it shine

leaving what is left to the memories left behind

daylight comes and your heart still aches

you were the girl who had all the breaks

crying in your bed, that’s all that’s left

as time moves forward all the time

John LoDico

Desires

DESIRES

I am the one

          I am the only one

I’ve done it all

          I’ve had it all

I’ve experienced it all

          Total insanity is the end

Nowhere to go

          Nothing to do

No new goals to conquer

          The quest is over

Life without meaning

          Hidden depth........non-existent

Only a forgotten memory in someone’s faded dreams

The Journey

THE JOURNEY

The long journey begins

          No laughs or jokes

Only a long lonely road ahead

The thrill of yesteryear, companions of old

          Past dreams no longer in existence

Striving ahead for what?

A better life? 

 or a new and more advanced way of seeing our dreamlike realities

Endless moments full of momentary excitement

Friends old, friends new

          Invaders all the same

Random sentences spoken by perturbed intellects

A new way of living; a better way of living

          a quicker way of death

Field of Dreams

FIELDS OF DREAMS  (the field)

Meadows of plenty

          Meadows of sorrow

Fields full of life

          Pastures (reeking) of death

Lingering scents

          Oh how wonderful they are

Remembrances brought back to life

          Nightmares relived

Dreams and hopes

          a whole life to fulfill

a new regime,

          promises ahead

The Table

THE TABLE

Sitting at a table

          Staring across the vast distance

Peering at an unknown face

          A transitory figure

A separate life sharing for a moment a casual glance

A notice of recognition

          I exist

Does she really care?

truth

TRUTH

I am the truth

I am reality

I am the self within the self

Mystic objects and disillusioned figures have no bearing on my path

What you see is only in your mind

What you feel is only in your hand

To smell and to taste are only in you

I am real

You are phony

I control reality

I am destiny

Your thoughts are my thoughts

His thoughts are your thoughts

politics

(politics)

Faceless politicians acting god-like on their throne

dictating such senseless order to the masses down below

our heads are bowed in glory, amazed  at their deeds

with religious festivity we obey their every creed

as we try to emulate the ones we want to be

and we can't see deep down inside of them for the evil that they keep

but visionary reactionaries (revolutionaries), preaching their goals

seducing each and everyone of us into joining the fold

nightmares are reality, daydreams are the truth

when you find yourself stuck in the corner inside a small spinning booth

and you feet are made of marmalade as your legs stick to the floor

but you can't find your way out of here 'cause your mind has locked the door

then you see the key hidden with the junk upon the wall

as with all hallucinations, we're not really here at all

then our mind wanders to some secret past

it seems like only yesterdays, but that went so fast

cause time is a river, a never ending stream

the world is so very deaf, it can't hear our painful screams

as the visionless mystics embark on the cruise

to the grand utopia we all stand to lose

and they've taken our imagination into the mist

and we're no longer sure even if we still exist

we wait for the happening, the coming of the new dawn

praying for the salvation of the children yet to be born

cause there's no way out of here, we're prisoners of the mind

shackled by our imagination, enslaved within our time

while we listen to the lunacy that the madman preaches

not knowing of the knowledge they forgot to teach

but all around I see mirrored reflections held in check

by daily injections of the spoken truth

barren lands of wasted minds dot the new horizon

there outposts for the refuges, who've escaped dawn's arising

beckoning for the searching lad who answers the call

stripping him of everything, giving nothing at all

but you go to sleep in your bed and you notice strange thoughts creeping 'round your head

they you stand by the truth we're told to believe

you too have your doubt shrouded deep in mystery

as you wander through the corridors of time

we can't find the exit sign to lead us out

as you hear people talking, watching them run around

no even knowing what its all about.

john lodico