What Is The Reality Of You? Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Far
beyond
what dreams
may yet to be
above this stark
and ice cold reality
there is so much to see…
Beneath what is below, an
inner place perhaps; and by more
than chance within that of perception’s
‘Gold so Fleeced’; one’s will may discover
that life is not just circumstance…
Happenstance lends itself into this fury
conversation then bleeds it’s dimensional sway
exists for just this moment’s plead between two men
or between two brothers; whose spirits are twinned…
Existent; intent, and context lent, therein
dreaming on then through what dream’s portend
common sense or one’s feared pretension’s begging
released from the nagging, questioning, connecting
of ‘dots’ and ‘dashed wants’ and not ‘needs’…
Surreally then; that which is next to come
does so with such a vengeance, that one’s mind
heart, and tongue; are certifiably dumbed…
Revealing is the clarity of this frailty inducing fatally
one’s death of spirit before the demise of flesh
misleadingly and profoundly caustic
what, is the cause of this?
Self’s diss, each Fate’s kiss, society’s insist that
“resistance is futile”, your will you must submit
and accordingly too
all of your heart, mind, and soul…
“Ends”, are merely the last stage
to that something new
in closing out one’s blues
to seeing through the gauze of living’s
deception, compression, suppression
of memories within one’s dreaming…
Awaken, and scream out your ‘demons’
recognizing and releasing the true you
as this beginning again now becomes
that which is best of you
what is genuinely expected
of you; this awakening beckons
you, thoroughly pursues you
surrounds and blesses
‘that’ you which is struggling so
to comprehend each moment’s hue…
“What to do, what to do, what to do”?
When you finally rediscover…
What is the Reality of You