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Fish lay barren in a tank of cracked glass Fishermen are dead around the circumference A neon light pulses, barely alive The light is blue and green and the scene obscene What happened here? Nothing happened, it seems to merely be a figment of someone's imagination. Is it yours? No, surely something happened here. An earthquake, sending men sailing and fish off the hook. But really, how odd it all looks. The dead bodies all look like they're waiting to come back alive in this flickering blue light. Just then, a fish slaps its tail against the bottom of its grave A hopeless act of oceanic despair, or the final fight of the brave? Needless to say the ocean is nowhere near to save This place is underground somewhere and I take it we're not getting out either But I don't remember how we got here Which is why I asked...
-------------------- "Your salvation may lie in a rational apprehension of the present moment."
-Terence McKenna
she said there's good men
that there's God in everyone
The great creator languidly motioned his pieces onto the battlefield. Eyes glistening maddened rubies. Little playdo soldiers with little playdo dreams. Each soldier there in fulfillment's name to play at glory's game. Then thunder; lightning from the sky. Torn playdo paints the forest in brilliant hues. O' the grand warlord's laughing now, lapping up folly; the droplets settled upon his tongue as the pieces run; to and fro ducking and weaving. Heaving frightened chests like newborn babes. Exposed within valley's of fire and flame. He rolls a grenade onto the map. That's jack there who used to have a hat. A leg, exposed limbs hanging from rubber trees. What grand carnival is this, what beauty in this mayhem. The forest is alight now, spreading it's tendrils in delight. Flexing fingers over all, contempt and disregard for each man's plight. Swift, a million arrows- plunged darkness oversky and now the day is nigh. Petals, thrown up, echoes, soft laughter, moonshine, sweet relief, the ground breathes again.
Riptides pull him back Voiceless, he shouts Drowned. Lost at sea Mezmerine bubbles fade and pop All that holds him to the shore. The Sand that slips in his fingers Pressure crushed ribcage Dilapidation, erosion Tears falling to the ocean Motionless A still frame (agony) Captured again and again Lapsed over the "sane" (Q.E.D) Or a frozen image Flung into empty space Oh for the palest of mirages (sunlight) Oh for freedom for the human race Suddenly he forgets the carnage (no more fight) He's left without a trace Returned as flotsam To the natural home (without a bone) More than many know (it's all a show) Time flies friends And here he must bid you Adieau... Adieau... Adieau...
-------------------- I remember when I believed in meaning
Those days aside the hilltop where the sunlight sky and meadows below spoke promises of eternal future
And I remember the day the world turned on me, how frightened I was and the idiotic surprise I was met with
I should've known!
Wait and see what's to come Take the pill and down that rabbit hole run Then tumble, let the experience remake you humble
And fall all the way back with an ocular sparkle And mysterious tones to your idling hum
Fortitude is a blessing in a locker room with your mind provocatively undressing Without a care in the world or a word in a mouth
To ourselves we sit facing the corner in a cornerless room, freely confessing
One thing at a time just as you hear the cuckoo clock chime Hitting the sides all the way down, try to ignore Alice's mocking frown She doesn't like intruders, but we're the new wave of mystical deluders Set on course for infinite seas of mystery in which we wade far out and drown
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Slowly getting there Despite my ass being glued to a chair At least I no longer live in my underwear Less and less I seem to care And more and more I seem to dare
Evolution seems like madness Saying the dream was an accident Such thinking brings only sadness Surely such a thing is not what was meant
A dream you say? I thought it was just another day Maybe we can just agree that it's not real Who really cares from where comes our next meal
Then again, maybe this inner quaking is a kind of security Running from day to day in the race to fulfill our self-ordained needs It's kind of fun, right? Personally I just can't wait until night The dreams that beseech me seem to remind me all's alright Really, what am I worried about? I got used to it Thinking it's all going to shit Going down the drain With the dying cells of my macular-degenerate brain
-------------------- "Your salvation may lie in a rational apprehension of the present moment."
-Terence McKenna
she said there's good men
that there's God in everyone
Hey guys. I'm trippin balls and just wrote this. Felt like I wanted to share it. It might be slightly incoherent but I felt like putting it out there.
Burn baby, burn the cigarette those things they're persistent
they interweave themselves in our culture why? because they're a symbol
you're smoking a cigarette because you're waiting always waiting for events, for time...sometimes just to wait as humans we have nothing better to do then occupy our time and try to distract ourselves
or dig deep with sharpened talons into the fabric of existence and realize every grain of it before we pass on
until then we just smoke cigarettes to pass the time while we wait.
-------------------- Kick is seeing things from a special angle. Kick is momentary freedom from the claims of the aging, cautious, nagging, frightened flesh. Maybe I will find in yage what I was looking for in junk and weed and coke. Yage may be the final fix.
-------------------- "Your salvation may lie in a rational apprehension of the present moment."
-Terence McKenna
she said there's good men
that there's God in everyone
Need to stop I keep following strange voices Wandering down dusty hallways Coming to these... rooms Full of... Couches... Televisions... Videos stacked in the corner... People there, talking languages I don't really understand About things like... The weather... The news... A football game... A favourite song... Whatever. The subject matter Is less the point Words? Are we supposed to interact? How? Show me I forgot Would you have me move this way? Or is that too stiff? Forget it... The television's on A comedian It's OK Just about Anyway All I really meant to say Is My neck is stiff Would you pass the remote control?
-------------------- I remember when I believed in meaning
Those days aside the hilltop where the sunlight sky and meadows below spoke promises of eternal future
And I remember the day the world turned on me, how frightened I was and the idiotic surprise I was met with
I should've known!
Circastes I like the line about the idle hum. I remember reading something about a universal pitch that the universe resonates at. Made me think of that. That first poem really resonated with me.
And thanks for your feedback on mine.
Grapefruit, solid commentary on the nature of Watching TV. Atleast that's what I got out of it. When you really examine the act it seems sort of rediculous.
-------------------- Kick is seeing things from a special angle. Kick is momentary freedom from the claims of the aging, cautious, nagging, frightened flesh. Maybe I will find in yage what I was looking for in junk and weed and coke. Yage may be the final fix.
awake, awing, sun spent sun-day, lazy and dazed, a palace to think chop, wedge, hammer and sledge, wobbly knees and the grind-stone clink
i thought of you once, stick a fork in i'm done, thought of you twice, mind's dripping with ice, third time's the charm, because it's done enough harm, clipped toes video-taped take the fakes for a flight
leave mine mind behind, blade bare to shave, hair braid encased, wildwood's no good, stump stubble face to save, rub your hand on your chin and once again to begin, sprouting white rhizomorphs spouting spores on the wind
father form and forgo, in time yet to live, forget leaf left to leave, forgive begot left to grieve, heavy heart fist and white-knuckled holes like a ship, spun around to dip and left hung to drip, no noose news to rope my head around, fall down and puke, crying crawl on the ground, eyes and ears shut out to the buzzing killsaw sound, with a handful of thorns, cows milked from the sickness, ill breed to decieve, poison letters veins freeze, blank memories twist knots shots and needles, diseased, and all are born dead for miles yet around.
" We must hold a bomb in our hands, a dagger in our teeth and an infinite scorn in our hearts" - Benito mussolini
-------------------- they don`t think it be like it is, but it do.
hey, this thread is pretty cool. here's something I wrote a while back... it's about opiates, I guess. untitled notepad poem
the only thing keeping me on my feet is a sheet of ice of sweat on my back and a mirror beneath my pillow that meets the sun in the morning searing my head awake and throwing my body towards the day spitting blood at the calendar and a spare tooth at the clock
-------------------- I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING BUT I LOVE YOU.
Time has come. Wilderness and hiking, a cabin in the woods. Free thought, to a certain extent, outside the reigns of society.
I feel a release and an acceptence of self. It's coming, and it's on it's way, a different environment and a place to stay.
Nature is violent but yet offers it's ways, to overcome grief, and the sadness of ones days.
Pennies all over the counter, abe lincoln and some fucking building. Will always draw me back, to where money is the ultimate whore.
Enjoying my time as I go through, the good and the rotten all that i knew. I hope, and it's my fuel. To see a life not built on so many rules. I'm not a peasant, left to to a cruel fate, that the longer I wait the longer I hate.
The larger picture. Have learned compassion and acceptence to an extent. Feel no need to destroy or create desent. RABBLE.
Posted this in the pub, and i'll post it here too if i damn well please.
Life is like walking a tightrope and as you're staring down at it you think "Is this even possible?" Of course it is. It must be. You've seen other people do it. If they can do it you can do it, right? Let's do this slowly now. Baby steps.
Running gondolas The paradoxical melt's Under snow's fall Watching twin towers In piles of dust Crumbling fate's To bowyers of lust Two lovers seeing World's spinning Violently Out of axis Out of pocket Out of breath... Collapsed below Red sun Pulling dandelions from Brilliant dalliance In bilious Drunken winds And heaving Tokyo's Thick pedestrian Paths
In such a territory A wolf only whispers: ~"Keep going! Look for the moon! Still night! And jackal's call!"
-------------------- I remember when I believed in meaning
Those days aside the hilltop where the sunlight sky and meadows below spoke promises of eternal future
And I remember the day the world turned on me, how frightened I was and the idiotic surprise I was met with
I should've known!
I feed metres Better believe im a believer parking inspector Chedda debt trend setter better rep change - bam! another bullion for the man!
Muzzled pups sold ya wrong Bolder crush, soldier on Fold ya soul to chron on & off of often long lost slow songs so wrong - shore to him
tickets written in biro, i know pay parking wine o no why no why me!? I'd eyed off a guy in a wide brim smile like a sly crim while - i got rip shot! stuff ya pay parking im the paper king - riposte!
what was that, you lost? Go stranger, lane changer indicate that it'll sink the lynch mob sickles finks blink blink, blink - hazardous having us clout, flout & fussed ravenous to have enough the sniper and the blunderbuss
While I decipher my rights get left by the wind shield wiper - cleft text boom yes! anchor me down rank me as a bargain rock bottom bartering the op shop harlequin starving ain't fast harpoons to the heart row boats and open casts sharks go to coastal class
But im inland Quit smitten sinister grins - plans to get in a division of, hmmm just suppose not so juxtapose to those kite stream cannery's psittisisms insanity - hmmm, bam! Another bullion for the man
Backward chants for elders hensards damn it man! A jack hammer in the bath tub
Why are crimped magazines and that which come with plastic wrappers tardy taxis? with an immaculate nak to shoot ya at the back, cars to suit ya or go for the brochure, flip through for bars to boot ya or an eracnets karmasutta most'll only go for no less than ten can of the brands of cola ya used to Refute the bolder Assume the lacuna rune prose that rose pose A goal to the guys You know the bros - wont step off poltergeists epitomize this erudite till it's repose A slovenly bathos boss sin charade a race to gain the reign A taste of whats aloft to scoff the lot & drop affray
No fair for a pedestrian plantigrade rogainists floating seismic linguist omen bogen logistics
A women who can take varieties with comprehension, no judgement, just flow, an amazing ability to me disrepected by conditioning of me I regret it, and another woman who stood up to me, I'm not my father and I'm sorry to reflect that. But I take my own responsibilty.
somethings come from the inside out demons are cluttering around hard to live in this hold of no motion speaking from the heart i can say no heart is made of stone all we ever are is emotion when i can get rid of my demons i might lose track of my angels so before the light can reach me there has to be darkness first
Summer breeze, blows through the trees All signs tell me to believe, to believe The ease with which you slip Into another dream The ease with which you slip into another dream.
Child of the Sun You were born of The Aurora borealis Your tender kiss Is my hearts palace
And we'll sway to and fro We'll sway to and fro I know you can hear me See me, I know you can feel you now Dance around A promise overthrown Our promise overthrown
The fire in your eyes Is no disguise from The sands of time Oh take my love And fill your chalice
And we'll sway to and fro We'll sway to and fro I know I can hear you See you, I know you can feel me now Dance around Your chalice overflows Your chalice overflows
Soul of the song It's yet too long Oh make my time soon If death is cruel Life is cruelest To anticipate and know.
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