The lost children of Id

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My eyes are coerced
Open mid-dream
By whispers of
Words profoundly sweet
And pristine
The voice of the unconscious
Uncensored.

As light filters in
Through the haze of sleep
Clogged brain
They become sand
Slipping through the slits
In my mind.

Not a grain remained
At the gate of alertness.
They are the lost
Children adrift
In limbo
Locked in. Trapped
In the maze
Of the enchanted land
Of Id.

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  1. Yemie says:

    Wow Doc, this is a most enchanting piece….simply magical! πŸ˜‡πŸ˜

    Many a creative mind can pretty much relate to the enthralling phenomenon that’s the writing process, especially where preconceived ideas seem to be strewn all over the place! And just like this Narrator who didn’t quite snap out of his/her reverie in the nick of time to quickly capture in writing the thoughts and words playing about in his/her mind; they’d much quickly disperse and dissolve into obscurity…oblivion, kinda like a dream… like they never did happen in the first place! Like a Japanese proverb that says…’Vision without action’s a daydream. Action without vision…a nightmare! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

    Plus, I’d chuck this whole process down to the mind which Virginia Woolf assert’s the most capricious of insects- flitting and fluttering! The duo of the mind and muse are such ‘incorrigible, unrepentant teases’ and between ’em both its like a ‘Now you see me and now you don’t’ scenario’s playing out….to the detriment of the creative mind who’s easily become the pawn in this ‘ cat and mouse game’! Now that, is pretty original! 😁

    Creative minds are rarely tidy affirms John William, so its a good thing these ‘children’ are lost in the maze for the time being…roaming wild and free. I strongly believe that they’d find their ways back home at some point! Now, supposing there weren’t any ‘children’ at all? That right there would amount to the real tragedy on an astronomical scale! My word! πŸ˜ˆπŸ˜†

    This totally smarts Doc by ‘REALLY’! πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘

    1. topazo says:

      Yemie: Creative minds are rarely tidy affirms John William, so its a good thing these β€˜children’ are lost in the maze for the time being…roaming wild and free.
      Me: Oh no! the horror!! children left to roam wild and free wreck havocs of cataclysmic proportions!!! they shout, scream, scatter and shatter….so not good!!!

      Yemie: I strongly believe that they’d find their ways back home at some point!
      Me: Well, things don’t always have happy endings in the real world. In the enchanted realm of Id, some ‘children’ get lost forever!
      Yemie: Now, supposing there weren’t any β€˜children’ at all? That right there would amount to the real tragedy on an astronomical scale! My word
      Me: Ignorance is bliss. What isn’t there cannot torment you. Being there, and not really there is the real torture. My word!

      Me: This, right here – your comment – is the real literary work. Thanks for always adding color and soul to my poems. What’s Boli without Epa?!
      Thanks a bunch!

      1. Yemie says:

        Ahem Doc….what tha heck just happened here????? See how far off of the rails you lunged! Holy Cow, I’d be sooo DARN damned!!! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

        You really did think these through I see Mischief, and as always; thou art seeing ‘6’ and I, ‘9’! Classic You! πŸ˜†πŸ˜†πŸ˜†

        You do know you oughta settle down and see the forest for the trees doncha Doc??? πŸ˜› Tis only natural and therefore not unusual that some ‘children’ will be lost forever; but for as many as find their ways back enough to come through in the end, then those you can lay absolute claims to and they’d forever abide and abound with you cause ‘They. Were. Meant. To. Be. DOC, no?! πŸ˜ˆπŸ˜†

        And that reminds me ‘Boli’, since this whole post’s all ’bout symbolism, no? πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ During the process of reproduction, there are millions a swimmers; looking to fertilise just one egg and once that’s done, the others simply just slip away and die! You know this better than I do, my point; what’a little ‘torture’, a slight bend and a few bumps on the ‘road’; to the amazing discoveries that awaits you at your final destination when the ‘children’ come home to roost and better…you pick up a few awards too huh?! Now that, I mean all of that torture would be ABSOLUTELY worth it! Epa says so! πŸ˜‰πŸ˜‚

        1. topazo says:

          Hehehehe…

          Okay, first off, Boli is the poem, and Epa, is your brilliant analysis of it.
          See? i ain’t the only one going off on a tangent! LOL

          your point presupposes that the swimmers will always fertilize the egg. you fail to see that sometimes, the egg is not present, or the swimmers all die before they get to the egg, or the swimmers are incapable of fertilizing the egg or there are no swimmers! There are several variables and possible outcomes….like you said, i should know.

          so, sometimes, the torture is just that, torture. No, awards, no glory, just plain old torture. and the ‘children’, they all could get lost in ‘sambisa’ and not return….life is shitty that way.

          1. Yemie says:

            Whoa! He’s got a mouth on him and he aint slowing down in giving me an eye, ear and mouthful in the coolest, dopest and most certainly, the intellectual way he’s carrying and going on in the way he does know to do best…Distinguished Ladies and Gents, Boys and Girls; please make welcome…’The Archibishop Of Banterbury’…The One, The Only! πŸ˜†πŸ˜†πŸ˜†

            Wow Doc, again; you took your pretty lil ‘schweet’ time! ‘Forest for the trees’ and Sambisa….even I couldn’t pull that off! Ingenious! πŸ˜ŽπŸ‘πŸ˜

            You know what am happy bout Doc, through all of these scenarios you took the ‘pains’ to reel out, you deemed it fit to make mention that ‘sometimes’…..! So lets assume that like the precious children who’s gone missing for quite sometime now in Sambisa Forest; we don’t just get to write em off as ‘forever lost’! We must keep the faith and hold out on the hope that they’d return home someday! That’s a whole lot easier on the soul! πŸ˜‡πŸ˜„

            Life’s shitty in a lotta ways but sometimes too, it surprises us by allowing for its ‘grace’ to come down on us….locking us in the most tender and affectionable of embraces! Yeap, that’s life….it compels, intrigues and seduces us that way! 😁

            1. topazo says:

              hehehehe….
              you my dear super fan are ‘the Queen of Sass’
              Hope, when delayed, makes the heart sick. what good does a sick heart to the owner and all around them? it is a poison well, that kills all those that taste of its waters.
              Hope, sometimes, is the cloak wrapped around denial; a defense mechanism against the harsh realities of life. it can only sustain for so long…

              1. Yemie says:

                Hmmm…Do I not know it Doc that hope deferred, as the Good Book states it in Proverbs 13:12; makes the heart sick? But then, It also goes on to say this..’but when the desire’s fulfilled, its a tree of life! See? What’s one to lose from hoping against hope even if its only a cloak adorned to better cope with the nascent situation?

                Moreover, a dash of sass in parting and in line with the title I be dubbed by thee O Ye Archbishop Of Banterbury;😈 ‘A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it’d well annoy enough people to make it worth the effort-Herm Albright! You just never know Doc, this may well be my gameplan…to annoy as many folks as I can! πŸ˜‰πŸ˜
                Plus, I seem to be winning too..I mean, just look at you! πŸ˜†πŸ˜†πŸ˜†

                You talk a good game Doc…you who not only make beautiful poetry but create feelings with every single piece you churn out! A writer with lotsa heart’s who you be and its a blessing just knowing you! πŸ˜„Write on Sweets! πŸ˜‡β€

                1. topazo says:

                  “You talk a good game Doc…you who not only make beautiful poetry but create feelings with every single piece you churn out! A writer with lotsa heart’s who you be and its a blessing just knowing you! πŸ˜„Write on Sweets”
                  This here is a sweet bribe… i shall forgive all your sassing… i am no longer annoyed. LOL

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