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 aghorrorag
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 The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. 3
#12031863 - 02/15/10 12:40 AM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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I have gotten a go from one of the moderators to start the official "post your own poetry thread " , so this should be a sticky.
I love reading poems by amateurs as it seems to be free from literary criticism. I think all poems are good, and I love reading them.
In this thread, let's please be polite and sensitive to people's work. For some people , it takes a lot of courage to share their art. So, please be respectful.
I am hoping this can be a good thread for aspiring/casual poets to share their work with fellow psychedelic mates.
I will kick things off with a poem I wrote about a girl I once knew:
"This is a Sad Story"
and she deteriorated slowly, never heard from again
this was a sad story because all she needed was a friend
the isolation grew into infinity, and forgotten were the days of sunny smiles
now, her brain has worn out, from running endless self-conscious miles
the knight in shining armor never arrived
she was forgotten, and somewhere else he thrived
so she sat with her cats, her squirrels, her pigeons… living in the zoo in her head
people had cold, horrifying eyes
animals and jazz were her only friends
she could’ve been someone special, someone for the ages
there could’ve been stories written for hundreds of pages
she could’ve touched lives, if someone had touched her
in the end, she died not of old age, but because no one truly loved her
her story was never told
no one ever knew her name
there wasn’t much to tell
it was really a tearless shame.
especially since,
there are so many silent souls that are the same.
but, there is importance to every life,
because we can always learn
the lesson here is…
take control of the wheel, press on the gas,
close your eyes, and make the turn.
Edited by aghorrorag (02/15/10 01:40 AM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#12034965 - 02/15/10 03:01 PM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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Where is the sticky?
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#12035048 - 02/15/10 03:14 PM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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i think the mods should probably wait to see if this takes off before it gets stuck to the top of the forum...
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: lukeboots]
#12035745 - 02/15/10 05:21 PM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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lukeboots said:
i think the mods should probably wait to see if this takes off before it gets stuck to the top of the forum...
the mod told me it would be a sticky, other wise i wouldn't have made "the official post your own poetry" thread.
i talked to a mod before... every couple weeks someone posts their poems, there should be once place where everyone can access the creative talent of the shrooomery
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#12036318 - 02/15/10 06:56 PM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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We'll sticky threads on the fly if requested in the smaller forums.
If they don't take off in a month or two they are removed. 
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Mr. Middle]
#12036380 - 02/15/10 07:03 PM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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Right on. 
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag] 1
#12051193 - 02/17/10 10:14 PM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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Okay here is something I wrote. I like criticism so don't hold back if you have something useful to say about it. Though this is the first poem I have written without much of a rhyme scheme so yeah.
We are coming.
We are coming from our warrens
and we bring you hate and filth.
We are coming from our barrows
to throw you to your graves
We are coming with our gore
borne of fist and fury.
We are coming with our sickness
evolved from death and rage.
We are coming to your homes
and to the ground they'll raze.
We are coming to your weakness
your bones, your flesh, our plague.
We are coming for your children
to make of them our slaves.
We are coming for your women
who within we distill a fear
We are coming, us malefaceres
We are here.
Edited by paradox_ (02/18/10 06:51 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: paradox_] 1
#12051215 - 02/17/10 10:19 PM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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Something More
Between each breath I think of you
And write another line or two
Finding words is hardly a chore
Wishing we were something more
Between each toke I think of you
Wondering how we could be less than two
From trembling lips fire burns the ground
And something more must be found
Between each drink I think of you
The kind of pain you put me through
The empty glass breaks on the floor
So I must reach for something more
Between each cut I think of you
The stupid shit you put me through
A blood-wet blade slips to the floor
And I need the help of something more
Between each chamber I think of you
With your Goddamn games I'm finally through
This one man roulette ends on the floor
Not now, not ever, to be something more
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Uwase]
#12051224 - 02/17/10 10:21 PM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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Stronger
These days are long
But these nights are longer
I grow wearier as each passes
But they all say I will be stronger
They think that this is normal
The average case of hopeless heartbreak
But they must not understand
The toll it can take
For if they did
Their attempts at comfort would cease
They would know such words give no aid
And only make pain increase
I do not need to be reminded
Of the life and love and loss
Like ones who would say “It will get better”
As Jesus hung limply on the Cross
So do not try to console me
With vain notions of ease
The milk and honey of the world
Cannot rival the black seas
In the raging pits of Hell
There can be no redemption
No light can pierce through
Once in the mind’s benthic region
When love’s heat has risen
All you can do is crawl
When you reach the edge of love’s world
All you can do is fall
At the end of love’s road
You can go forward no longer
When love’s muscles are torn
There is no being stronger
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: paradox_]
#12051225 - 02/17/10 10:21 PM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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Quote:
paradox_ said:
Okay here is something I wrote. I like criticism so don't hold back if you have something useful to say about it. Though this is the first poem I have written without much of a rhyme scheme so yeah.
We are coming.
We are coming from our warrens
and we bring you hate and filth.
We are coming from our barrows
to throw you to your graves
We are coming with our gore
borne of fist and fury.
We are coming with our sickness
evolved from death and rage.
We are coming to your homes
and to the ground they'll raze.
We are coming to your weakness
your bones, your flesh, our plague.
We are coming for your children
to make of them our slaves.
We are coming for your women
who within we will distill fear
We are coming, us malefaceres
We are here.
Personally I think there is something off with the end of the second to last paragraph. Too many syllables maybe?
"who within we will distill fear" doesn't sound right, try rewording it,
what are "warrens" , "malefaceres" ? never heard those words.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Uwase]
#12051256 - 02/17/10 10:27 PM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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Quote:
Uwase said:
Something More
Between each breath I think of you
And write another line or two
Finding words is hardly a chore
Wishing we were something more
Between each toke I think of you
Wondering how we could be less than two
From trembling lips fire burns the ground
And something more must be found
Between each drink I think of you
The kind of pain you put me through
The empty glass breaks on the floor
So I must reach for something more
Between each cut I think of you
The stupid shit you put me through
A blood-wet blade slips to the floor
And I need the help of something more
Between each chamber I think of you
With your Goddamn games I'm finally through
This one man roulette ends on the floor
Not now, not ever, to be something more
Awesome, I really enjoyed it. My opinion is perhaps the one line that doesn't fit for me, "wondering how we could be less than two", i guess cause you ended with "two" in the second line of the first stanza, and then repeat it, unless you are doing to emphasize the theme of two. maybe in this second line you could try to incorparate a weed metaphor calling upon the "toke" in the line above.
either way, i really enjoyed it as is.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#12051284 - 02/17/10 10:32 PM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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Yea... I try not to re-use words too much, but "two" seemed to stick out to me.. thought to be honest, I find the first stanza to be pretty "weak"... But I wasn't in a great state of mind when writing it, and I try to conserve "mental state" in things I write... So if I make an error or a certain play/emphasis on words, I keep it in there afterwords :/
Thanks for the support though 
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#12051317 - 02/17/10 10:38 PM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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aghorrorag said:
"who within we will distill fear" doesn't sound right, try rewording it,
what are "warrens" , "malefaceres" ? never heard those words.
It is strange, I had this notion than a warren was place some sort of animal would live. Like a den or something like that. It doesn't look like this is the case now that I have checked into it a bit.
Malefacere is one who does evil, or at least that is my understanding of it.
I edited that line.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Uwase]
#12051335 - 02/17/10 10:41 PM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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Uwase said:
Yea... I try not to re-use words too much, but "two" seemed to stick out to me.. thought to be honest, I find the first stanza to be pretty "weak"... But I wasn't in a great state of mind when writing it, and I try to conserve "mental state" in things I write... So if I make an error or a certain play/emphasis on words, I keep it in there afterwords :/
Thanks for the support though
I agree, a lot of the time, I keep my work as is.
I sent my book to a few editors, and just left most of my poems as is, but just wanted to tell you that i really enjoyed it, and could relate.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: paradox_]
#12051355 - 02/17/10 10:45 PM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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paradox_ said:
Quote:
aghorrorag said:
"who within we will distill fear" doesn't sound right, try rewording it,
what are "warrens" , "malefaceres" ? never heard those words.
It is strange, I had this notion than a warren was place some sort of animal would live. Like a den or something like that. It doesn't look like this is the case now that I have checked into it a bit.
Malefacere is one who does evil, or at least that is my understanding of it.
I edited that line.
hmm, the way you edited it makes it less clear you are talking about the women, i would stick with what you first had, or try and come up with way so it isn't awkward.
I really enjoy the poem's ominous tone.
I looked up "warren" - a place where rabbits breed or abound.
gives the poem some interesting imagery.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#12051358 - 02/17/10 10:46 PM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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Visions of the Afterworld: fireantsandmartingourds.blogspot.com
I wrote:
Quote:
I have
come
to be the
gambler
and the thief;
gambling at
tomorrow
and stealing all
my yesterdays.
I have
come
to be a
liar
and a prophet;
delivering
all the news
that never
was.
I have
come
to be the
sick
and the
poor;
licking up
the tonic water
for the drink
and the quinine.
I have
come
to be
the pusher
and the
priest; selling
just to buy
a way to
heaven.
I have
come
to be
the dog and
the horse;
nipping at my
own heels
to pull.
The more
I run
the
faster I die
and
the darker
the day
the brighter
the moon.
I have
come to
be the
gambler
and the
thief;
losing all my yesterdays
at a crooked game of
tomorrow.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Mchaggis]
#12051369 - 02/17/10 10:49 PM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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Why I Cry
I cry because of the days we have
And the nights that are sure to follow
The way we always end up here
Every day and every tomorrow
I cry because we lie so still
Your head upon my chest
The way you look as your lips come closer
And we breathe each other’s breath
I cry because of the love we make
All the nights we touch the sky
The way the hours unnoticeably pass by
When on the wings of love we fly
I cry because of the life we share
The way this one has been made from two
I cry because I love you
And because you love me too
---Then it switches up, past-tense changing the whole poem---
I cry because of the days we had
And the nights that were sure to follow
The way we always ended up here
Every day and every tomorrow
I cry because we lied so still
Your head upon my chest
The way you looked as your lips came closer
And we breathed each other’s breath
I cry because of the love we made
All the nights we touched the sky
The way the hours unnoticeably passed by
When on the wings of love we did fly
I cry because of the life we shared
The way that one had been made from two
I cry because I loved you
And because you loved me too
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Uwase]
#12067661 - 02/20/10 07:17 PM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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Warmth In Hand.
I.
as i sit,
warmth in hand.
i embark,
upon this tree.
day transmutation,
into artificial lights.
darkness envelops
the different shades of night.
i forecast my shadows,
upon the arctic tundra,
green patches of sustenance are reborn
the geese incubate their eggs,
ever watchful of the fox
II.
as i sit,
with unholy lead in hand,
i open my sacral roots
hoping for a bird to understand
observing the bees of day
buzzing above and around red nectar
one unfurls on the pavement,
a testament to the global motif.
the plastic winds howl,
as the wolf lifts its head upwards towards the stars,
sniffing the platinum skies.
III.
i know not of future milieu
only the atmosphere may bellow,
quietly quickening,
may geese migrate towards the moon
and to my wayward fellow,
i pray for lightning,
so clouds may spark a fire ablaze,
in the forests fostering your fervor.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#12071339 - 02/21/10 01:32 PM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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See something beautiful, flawless, exquisite
Admire its contours and caress the curves
Be filled with delight and yearn to be with it
Buy, worship, wonder. Give what it deserves
Writhe in the ecstasy of its sensation
Be savvy to its method of creation
Love it.
Now break it.
Rend the pieces and make them useless
Provide no quarter, teach it of ruthless
Crush, crucify, kill and crave the carnage
Disfigure 'till defection and make it your bitch
Mar the perfection with axe tar or sledge
Hate its soul veraciously and denounce it a witch
Endear, revere then discard in a ditch
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: CtK]
#12071358 - 02/21/10 01:34 PM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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sickscared terranian slaves imprisoned within their own free decisions.
make their way upon elevated ties upon sterile concrete incisions
pushing through fulminating fogs during a droll predawn dreamstate
opposing platforms await their turns and the unlucky exude hate
functionally lit tubes trundle with their uncomfortable jerks
ghost engineers steer without choice; mere grimacing clerks
oh dismal day of low lugubrious light. when will you descend?
rise to us soon luminous night. on you we too depend.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: CtK]
#12072643 - 02/21/10 04:56 PM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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Quote:
CtK said:
sickscared terranian slaves imprisoned within their own free decisions.
make their way upon elevated ties upon sterile concrete incisions
pushing through fulminating fogs during a droll predawn dreamstate
opposing platforms await their turns and the unlucky exude hate
functionally lit tubes trundle with their uncomfortable jerks
ghost engineers steer without choice; mere grimacing clerks
oh dismal day of low lugubrious light. when will you descend?
rise to us soon luminous night. on you we too depend.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#12081662 - 02/23/10 02:29 AM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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Let me clarify your coloured skies,
and paint them black and white.
Give thy hand unto mine,
and dive deep unto the abysmal paradise..
In vain, we take no beauty.
In-sanity, there is no shame;
For we fly amongst the caverns,
of love, hate, and lame, for what?
…
Prosperity never thrives; whistles never sing
..(But although to dark to be un-heard),
Yet boldly doth ye stride amongst the caravan
..(heart, body, mind, and soul),
Dreaming for thy day of judgment;
For Sol doeth light | Luna, the night.
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Hajnal ['hɒjnɒl] - An elegant mixture of blood and circuitry; sorrow and love fill your systems, like the stars and black holes encompass the ∞.
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#12083735 - 02/23/10 01:33 PM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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great idea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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it lasted a million years and only a second.....
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: jeffbreir]
#12090915 - 02/24/10 05:38 PM (2 years, 3 months ago) |
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this is the first poem i've written since elementary school.
Poem for english class
by _____ _____
When given the choice i couldn’t buy in;
as appealing as the comforts sound,
everything i hear sounds like self-deceit;
too many hypocrites and too many conflicting stories
to become another sheep.
The path i started one new years eve
brings mystic tales and a renewed hope i might take the leap
and see beyond me
to my self.
i think i can,
but that’s the problem.
Now that i have these tales in mind,
perceived negating juxtapositions fade
to reveal the one tale, retold.
Now that i have this end in mind,
the question arises of the means.
As i yearn for unification, i can’t conceal the call of the cubes
but the stigma imposed compels me
to pass up all but ideal opportunities –
too few and far between.
So i sit with the trees or in the dark
and try to remain Present, but i remain
and try to turn my head to get a glimpse of the source of the shadows
dancing on my wall, my world
and try to shine a light on my shadow to discover what resides
and what it hides
and try to surrender personas and thought patterns
to recognize the ubiquitous transpersonal divine
but satori proves elusive… so far.
Modern appeals to so-called “higher” functions refute
archaic understandings and eternal truths.
As this new pervasive internal acceptance surfaces
and i find myself exploring new and old perspectives,
i’m impelled to seek guidance from those who came before.
But who might now the best path for me?
do i seek gurus and yogis? do i seek the Learys and Mckennas?
do i seek shamen and medicine men? do i seek those i denied those years ago?
or do i dare not ask and seek my own path?
“I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.”
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this is the second.
The Poem Without a Title
This poem
has a title;
giggles.
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My words, too, are only an echo; but there is no reason why I should not repeat what I have heard. 
-Socrates Let the rabbits wear glasses!
 
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: zombi]
#12105391 - 02/26/10 09:44 PM (2 years, 2 months ago) |
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Lackluster Sleep
I.
In the late hours of the night, I feel no need to sleep, Phore
In the late ours of the night, the spiders of my soul
Doth Creep.
In the late hours of the night, the brown hooting owl swoops down,
From Above;
The Stars are like Doves, and The Full Moon is awake
Yet makes no shining sounds
On the thought of lackluster sleep, I lie awake in a cozy quintessence
In the sallow light, damask skins become lambent iridescent
The Stars are Awake, The Moon is an Omni-Present
And in its nurture, quite luminescent, thoughts become reminiscent
II.
In the early ours of morn’, where the mendicant moseys forlorn,
Men of honour, prepare to labour, men of coffee, who peruse
The Morning Paper
Men of honour, prepare for the battles of the day
The Firing of Guns, The Sounding of Horns
While men like me
Squander their utility away
The thought of lack of lust, as my brittle bones depreciate, I appreciate
The Wind, A subtle gust, and the puff of a cigarette
I hope my essence lives on, when I turn to dust
III.
In the early hours of morn’, I ought to catch a Wink
Perhaps to rest . in . peace
But still the spiders of my soul doth creep
Crawling, taking slow, vertebrae steps, Downward,
My Spine, my mouth tastes of brine
And still the violet nightingale is perched on the wooden vine
And still, in the battle of evermore, I cease to think
IV.
After the thought of lackluster sleep, in the heavens, where the angels keep
all of your dreams, where God counts his sheep, on thoughts of your dreams
I pray for more than sleep, I pray for her dreams
In the heavens, where angels beam, like stars, and God is a timepiece, like the moon
And in the boiling soup of my anticipation, I no longer see
the Dark Side of the Spoon, I only see the bright side of the Loons
And pray for those with lackluster dreams
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#12138826 - 03/03/10 10:03 PM (2 years, 2 months ago) |
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ive tried to let some of my guards down as of lately. I cried myself to sleep last night, but it wasnt out of sympathy. I truly want to change and move on with life. Make a new life with some friends that will actually care about me and my problems. Just atleast one friend that will always be calling me from states away , writing a stupid letter about their favorite cartoon, or just the smallest thing to make me believe im alive.
just the other day i was out with an old friend I havent seen in years. Things were awkward yet so comfortable. He knew me and I knew him. We just knew each other. You're Ben from highschool. We met in driving ed class! THan he would just have the same memories and thoughts/. None of that fake and obvious acknowledgment of a time in our shitty life's. I dont need your hand outs to feel alright with my self,,I hope you know I do have some diginity held away for the times its really needed.
Ben turned out to be one of my best friends ill ever make. Before moving to this city, I had a few really good friends, but i just visited them. But everyone started moving. My best friend ever moved and he turned more into a old memory. and so on. I stuck around though with the same group of friends. they sold weed. took extacy and shrooms, snorted coke . swallowed pills of every color,,,
and I wasn't in that whole loop myself as of yet atleast .drugs was a big part of our pass time. "hey I just got some extacy, im rolling my ass off tonight"
and I always be tripping my ass either off cough syrup or a handful of pills and beer with weed.
but we separated slowly and I never really knew who to call a friend anymore.And So I Watch You From A far ... Boredom took over days.its on those off days where the anxiety levels are off the charts, and start treating my self to klonopins and ativans like Mn Ms. Pacing around the halls and pretty much all and any place im at. Its as if I just cant get comfortable with my skin, That one person that I should be comfortable and confidant with. There are times when its just me. The guys are at the bar , im drinking my drink and conversing like nothing in the world will happen. Time fly's by like it never existed and well being is just radiating the area over our fogged intoxicated brains. Smokey and foggy skulls, just listening to the jukebox.
We always would find some women that would be nice to talk to for the night. Some hot dark haired girl will walk in with a man and two other girls. Now you never know which girl is with the guy or if any is! So I guess thats where the fun comes from and we go for any girl we can regardless of the cock block 4 inches to my left.
Most nights wed get a few numbers, but we would be so drunk and stumbling just to find our keys, the last thing on our minds (atleast short term memory could remember) was women. We always made it home drinking and abiding in any other illicit substance lying around our eye sight. Cannabis smoke was the theme of the night, as every other minute passed someone exhaled a exhilarating puff of magical mesmerizing smoke out their mouths. As our red eyed twirling heads lean back with tvs on, showing some stupid obscure documentary, whatever, and some good ass tunes would accompany.
Beer after beer and smoke after smoke. led to snort and snort, find, find, smoke..ect...but for the most part we all were good friends. No one got out of hands in front of our eyes. What they did in their own private area in their own time, well wasnt a fucking concern. Not that there wasnt times we knew things were up and and we generally just hoped they didnt get too carried away.
Ben moved away after highschool. I always told myself that I should have just moved right out, but for some reason I stayed. Staying in a small town like this can either propell your ass out as fast as possible or just get your ass stuck in the depressing mud and you just cant seem to get the fuck out. Friend after friend would move away, as I stayed around and fucked around smoking weed and getting fucked up every weekened. I shouldn't care right??? I can do it next semester , was the thoughts I always had..
was called My Stoned Thoughts....(this is a made up story...) sorry for bad grammer! was using notepad.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: nowwhoutthink]
#12149296 - 03/05/10 02:13 PM (2 years, 2 months ago) |
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An Ode to my Mistress Mary
Mary, you are so beautiful,
sticky, dense and green.
You help me through the rough times,
when life is down right mean.
I never have a bad day,
when I have you inside of me.
I wish the fuckin ATF
could just open their eyes and see.
Just how good you do the world,
and keep us all pain free.
You're my mistress, so damn sexy,
it's almost polygamy.
I'll dress you up in white,
and smoke you till your gone.
then I'll idly sit and watch the clouds,
and let time leisurly pass on.
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I'm with you fellers...
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: oldschoolfarmer]
#12150371 - 03/05/10 06:01 PM (2 years, 2 months ago) |
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I have a couple poems that i've made :3
I dont have a name for this one
Tear down the walls
Expose the flaws.
Feel no shame.
We are the same.
Open your eyes.
Expose the lies.
Reveal the past
It wont last.
Have no fear.
Shed a tear.
Learn to feel.
Try to heal.
It will improve.
Get with the groove.
Lost
Lost in the depths of my mind
Searching for something I cannot find.
Some days I find I am simply not here.
Many questions are unanswered by fear.
Drifting into a deep sadness.
I am overwhelmed with madness.
Cosmos
I regard the cosmos.
Searching for answers unfound.
Lost in time.
Who am I?
Twinkling heaven in the night sky
Please accompany me in this perilous night.
For I am lost, and for I am weary.
Please guide me towards your light.
And I will bare my soul to you.
Believe, for I am true.
As I am lost without you.
I regard the cosmos.
And my favorite
Rebirth
I feel like I'm not welcome here.
They re-assure me i have nothing to fear.
Outwards spiraling into a new dimension.
I am filled with apprehension.
An expedition of the mind.
Memories I never wanted to find.
Coming to life once again.
Face down in the dirt
Sheltering away the hurt.
Looking at the world with broken eyes.
Seeks truth within the night skies.
Not understanding why he is forsaken.
His father's words of rejection taken.
Growing up with these words imprinted.
Is this over, I can't take this anymore.
A struggle in my head, a frightening war.
Please.... No more.
Pinned to the floor, he lies.
A little more inside, he dies.
Torn clothes, a confused child.
Through the pain, he smiled.
Any attention is better than none.
Although he wishes it was more fun.
Bruises and scars he's not at fault.
Stop! I can't relive it, please...
I cannot keep watching these!
Please.... No more.
"It'll be okay", she whispered gently.
Things will turn out differently..
Reassuring that he will be alright.
He lays on his back, quivering in fright.
Cancer tearing away at the inside.
Together they sat there and cried.
"Thing's can only get better" She cried.
Why are you doing this to me?
This is not what I want to see!
I don't want this anymore!
Alone, wasting away in a drug haze.
Nothing anyone can say will phase.
Wishing he no longer had to face life.
He cuts his mind up with a mental knife.
"I'm worthless, I'm better off dead!"
All of his wounds, profusely bled.
His broken spirit, seeking something more real.
Is this what you want, you have me in tears!
You promised me I would have no fears!
Get me out of this now!
The walls he built begin to fall.
He begins to learn to accept it all.
Nothing will change what's in the past.
Though, the memories will always last.
Live life strong, nothing will change.
Deep memories that always exchange.
In hopes of getting peace of mind.
Slowly spiraling back into reality.
I have grown into a man, a new mentality.
Memories, I was to scared to remember..
Burn slowly within my mind like a small ember.
Finally able to stop dwelling, I have moved on.
My fears slowly evaporate, and are now gone.
I have come back to life.
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I honor the place in you in which the entire universe dwells. I honor the place in you which is of love. of truth. of light, and of peace. When you are in that place in you and I am in that place in me. We are one.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: HappyTrippin]
#12161143 - 03/07/10 07:31 PM (2 years, 2 months ago) |
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It's nowhere as cool as ya'lls are, but I suppose it's somewhat decent. I was inspired by a dream I had that is similar to this, but I changed it some.
You may criticise.
Blood spews from this creatures slit throat,
Releasing the putrid stench of decayed flesh.
Tangled in rotating razor wire that tears through its mutilated body.
It attempts to speak, but only murmurs fall from its collapsed jaws.
Insects crawl under its bruising skin,
falling from open sores.
I can barely hear it with sound of scrapping metal, screeching,
And the creature gurgleing on its own blood.
The ground forms a large crack
And naked, helpless beings are bestowed before this grotesque, blight creature
Moaning, & pleading.
The creature then quickly throws upon them its rusted razor wire
Around their throat, & limbs,
Slowly compressing
Shredding the flesh & dismembering their limbs.
Blood, & flesh are thrown
And the mutilated corpses fall to Earth
Quickly decaying, leaving only the stench of death
And a large red stain.
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"Live in such a way that those who know you, but do not know God, will come to know God, because they know you."
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: cjesseg]
#12163148 - 03/08/10 05:58 AM (2 years, 2 months ago) |
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Hoe moet ik liefde beschrijven wat moet ik toch schrijven
gedachten door je hoofd die je maar niet kan verdrijven
een gevoel in je buik, een warme tinteling over je lichaam
Je voelt je blij, je bent in extase, gelukkig ben je te saam
Je kan verdwalen in haar ogen en word er zo in gezogen
Beloven, ik houd van je, je moet me maar geloven
Je voelt alle pijn in je verdoven en komt alles te boven
Zonder glimlach sta je niet meer op en je wilt ook geen stop
Gedwee luister je als ze vraagt ga je met me mee
Alles is goed, bij haar zijn is altijd een prachtidee
je ruikt, je voelt, je hoort en je ziet haar en meer wil je niet
Alles beschrijven is zelfs niet besteed aan het mooiste lied
Je stopt niet met nadenken
wilt haar nooit een haar krenken
Als een bij ga je op de zoete geur af
je voelt haar altijd wenken
 love.
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Psychiatry is used for political reasons. (...) It explains why pathological governments always have considered dissidents as "mentally abnormal".
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Beanhead]
#12180577 - 03/10/10 09:34 PM (2 years, 2 months ago) |
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There before me lay in ruin
There before me lay in rain
Chaos wrought the question
Silence spoke the name.
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Spectaculorum procedere debet
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Simms
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Sprezzatura]
#12261087 - 03/24/10 07:49 AM (2 years, 2 months ago) |
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I too write some poetry sometimes. But they are in my native language, so I have to translate:
Red curtains
Die!
My stomach is full
In my immortal state,
evolution is awakening,
culmination of life
is taking place,
all is culminating
into thick soup,
that I will eat,
and I wish myself:
Bon appetit!
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Simms]
#12282406 - 03/27/10 11:02 AM (2 years, 2 months ago) |
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I wrote this listening to Eyes in the Dark by Nox Arcana
Take this gift, & forever be a drift
Upon the clouds, in the night-time sky.
Take this now, & forever vow,
To be my mistressess.
Here, drink this.
You'll know love, like you've never before!
Refuse, & you'll be never-more!
Drink, you'll be The Eyes in the Dark.
Sucks, but whatever.
Here's another one listening to Night Wraiths by Nox Arcana.
Come to me, my pretty flower.
Let us be one, in our final hour.
Sweet as honey, beautiful as the sky.
We can't help but wonder "why?"
We lived this far, & now we must die?
Hand-in-hand we walk our way
Down the path of the Night Wraiths.
Nox Arcana is "dark-gothic-chamber" music, I guess you can say.
They're a bit repetitive, but they're still cool.
There's another band just like them,
Just maybe a bit more advanced sounding.
Midnight Syndicate.
Search 'em on Youtube if you want.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#12282673 - 03/27/10 11:42 AM (2 years, 2 months ago) |
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Jeffrey's an Aye-aye
A kind of rat like primate
Struts his stuff at night
He is talented
Also a snappy dresser
Does not like to loose
Most primates are dumb
Mind you a few humans aren't
But thats not the point
Jeffrey is très smart
He constructed a worm hole
Then he jumped through it
I hope he comes back
Though wherever he is now
I'm sure he is fine
I miss our chess games
His middle fingers less so
They were a bit strange.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Squidface]
#12285112 - 03/27/10 07:45 PM (2 years, 2 months ago) |
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i wrote this one about my boyfriend:
The sense of danger
Pushing down the tongue
To keep the herbs
From escaping
From their rightful place
Past forbidden
Loss of days
Mutual losses
Opposite ways
Claims to my soul
Before I could know
I knew you
For you
Through you
Into you
Under you
Lost amongst your pleasures
My sins
No regrets
I thirst
Pounding blood
Our veins expand
Clairvoyant eyes
A 3rd we’ve acquired
Through passionate quanders
Loosing ouselves
Skin 2 skin
Raw
With your key
Come open your Eve
On the eve of our arrival
Such penetrating blue eyes
Overflowing over the rim
Dripping down
Following the bead
As if tracing your lines
Falls to the floor
I fall to my knees
Dedication
Appreciation
Fornication
Etched in flesh
Lined in ink
Another talent those hands know well
Laced with traces of myself
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"Now then it is no more I that do it; but the sin that dwelleth in me."
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Doe Eyed]
#12286483 - 03/28/10 06:38 AM (2 years, 2 months ago) |
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Made a little something last night.. well, more so this morning around 2 am x_x
Blindside Warning Bell
A mistress lay broken, next to the soul that was left behind; the self destructive metaphor sung truth, though your ears were too clouded by your own beautiful, yet detrimental actions, that ultimately brought upon your own downfall. All the songs in the skies couldn’t have saved you, in fact they dug your grave. You cried as well as I; being lost was never ours to share in serenity. Despite warning you continued; graced with despair, burdened with love, though too blindsided by your own empathetic gift did you seek to fill the empty pool of heart and soul with spikes and bones in masquerade.. You are free now, pride and chaos reign within The Temple of The Sacred BrokenHeart.
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Hajnal ['hɒjnɒl] - An elegant mixture of blood and circuitry; sorrow and love fill your systems, like the stars and black holes encompass the ∞.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Hajnal]
#12287846 - 03/28/10 12:39 PM (2 years, 2 months ago) |
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THOUGHTS IN BLUE AND RED
Blue drowns the globe with her gaze
Not like tears, but with disappointment
She quoted validity that is constantly questioned
Warned
Carried on like a soilder
Spit in your face, and on your image
They tried burning Red
After she gained the old wolverines consideration
Perceptions differ
She had a garden
Growing like roses the shade of her pseudonym
Rubricizing the nations
Together they formed an alliance
Showed us one and one
A purple rumination
© 2010
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: ATWAforLIFE]
#12287858 - 03/28/10 12:41 PM (2 years, 2 months ago) |
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BORN UNDERGROUND
Born underground
I never knew the surface until I saw the light
There is a society under this world
We were born of superstition
Thought of as tales to scare the children
© 2010
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#12297934 - 03/30/10 08:04 AM (2 years, 1 month ago) |
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i sink lightly into sudden seas
our minds freeze thrown from miner's trees
and sometimes i feel queazy from crumbs
dropping from the mouths of stapled thumb
we are the ones who run from words while the world runs from guns
can we come to a middle ground
i swear i found one over there by the sounds of the sick where the air is thick with care
we owe everything we have to care and care only
how long can the air care about us
longer the air cares about the dust it sits on?
i hope our metal wings rust and leave us with feet because our wings beat the ground we so luckily found to our liking while we were hitchhiking around
basking in nouns and verbs dictating what we deserve
but who really needs what they deserve
need is nothing in the eyes of words
eyes lined up like herds of sheep so when the weep they sweep away need and sleep under the sky they feed on
lets make love neath the weeds but leave our beads on
from them i hear the tickling rain's fading song
staining the dying dry fiery pond
before its gone id like to swim in singularity
invariably dividing into tides while widening eyes decide not to let things hide from them
their wings lied to them
they were tied to them with bloody vines
its funny how you find yourself in such positions
the decision to wake up and start making decisions lies with you and you alone
because loneliness spawns conclusions
yawns in the face of your intentions
extends in the face of interventions
as we mend the tender traces of our inventions
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: sirbojangles]
#12301338 - 03/30/10 05:55 PM (2 years, 1 month ago) |
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Walking through the Forest of Fears.
Where no one can hear you yell.
This place will brings you tears.
And to the gates of Hell.
Followed by demons,
Haunted by ghouls.
Not one brave soul would enter,
Only fools.
You'd find instruments of torture,
Intsruments of pain.
Lost souls who thought it a game,
Sought it for fame.
They'll take you, & break you.
Only to make you fall to your knees.
They'll jab you, & stab you,
& do as they please.
Laughing, & stealing,
They're there for killing.
If you enter, tlightly tread.
If you're caught,
You're most likely dead.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Hajnal]
#12314469 - 04/01/10 07:28 PM (2 years, 1 month ago) |
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i really like your poem hajnal
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"Now then it is no more I that do it; but the sin that dwelleth in me."
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Doe Eyed]
#12319421 - 04/02/10 05:01 PM (2 years, 1 month ago) |
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wrote this just now... its an idea ive kinda had for a while now
about a church whose congregation has their faith shattered (by an abusing pastor) and is left with nothing to live for (without a god)
and how we need to live life without the use of chaining ourselves down
making ourselves feel comfortable with shaky ideas
just because we fear the universe being greater than ourselves; humanity
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The Pulpit
Amidst the congregation
a murmur reached
all the farther
each passing minute
their Father neglected
the pulpit
Questions arose
answered with accusations
of blasphemy
as their faith
stood shaking behind
the pulpit
He was drunk
as the child cried
and the people rose
but no one to
the pulpit
A shattered faith
leaves nothing left;
to live for
nothing would
be a tragedy
if your only answer
need be represented at
a pulpit
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: eckhem]
#12322304 - 04/03/10 07:56 AM (2 years, 1 month ago) |
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Simms]
#12326731 - 04/03/10 10:50 PM (2 years, 1 month ago) |
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I'll only allow this as being a viable post if you were extremely intoxicated. yesno?
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Doe Eyed]
#12326825 - 04/03/10 11:13 PM (2 years, 1 month ago) |
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Thank you  May I ask what it is that hits you? It's hard to to get an outside perspective sometimes, or what it means to you?
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#12327665 - 04/04/10 06:56 AM (2 years, 1 month ago) |
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I'll only allow this as being a viable post if you were extremely intoxicated. yesno?
No, I was not toxicated. This is a form of poetry.
It means nothing. But patterns can be viewed as a form of poetry, therefore poetry can be seen in things, numbers, etc. There are actually books filled with this kind of poetry.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Simms]
#12327688 - 04/04/10 07:04 AM (2 years, 1 month ago) |
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Actually, I'll accept that answer as well, and agree with you. I hadn't even thought of that last night, hah. In fact I could go on for days on how true that is.. Synaesthesia is love <3
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 Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Hajnal]
#12337393 - 04/05/10 05:09 PM (2 years, 1 month ago) |
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hajnal-this is the poem that i really liked:
Blindside Warning Bell
A mistress lay broken, next to the soul that was left behind; the self destructive metaphor sung truth, though your ears were too clouded by your own beautiful, yet detrimental actions, that ultimately brought upon your own downfall. All the songs in the skies couldn’t have saved you, in fact they dug your grave. You cried as well as I; being lost was never ours to share in serenity. Despite warning you continued; graced with despair, burdened with love, though too blindsided by your own empathetic gift did you seek to fill the empty pool of heart and soul with spikes and bones in masquerade.. You are free now, pride and chaos reign within The Temple of The Sacred BrokenHeart.
by hajnal
i love your language in your poem
like here: "though too blindsided by your own empathetic gift did you seek"
you don't stick to complete sentences or standard sentence/gramatical structure
i love the topic of this too-its something i can imagine and feel and even relate to in certain ways
you also started it off really strong: "A mistress lay broken, next to the soul that was left behind"
i think thats beautiful
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Doe Eyed]
#12342917 - 04/06/10 02:04 PM (2 years, 1 month ago) |
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If you're interested, I sent a PM somewhat regarding the topic; I don't want to derail the thread any more than I have haha.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Hajnal]
#12356597 - 04/08/10 04:00 PM (2 years, 1 month ago) |
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"Pink Dandelion"
Utter disconnection
reality was of course known to be pointless
but this other consciousness which showed promise
seems to be but an illusion
so many troubled young minds
confused and alone only further outcasting potential comradery
is it selfish to consider a dandelion for a rose
if the dandelion is a shade of red
in a sea of yellow
or does its very nature prohibit higher thought
its simply bleeding and bleeding
but this is nothing extraordinary
nothing that would amuse the sun
nothing that would stir a number two pencil
just a flower aware of its singularity
unable to change its exterior
changing slightly to pink
soon to be a blank sheet of paper
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Calvin]
#12386552 - 04/13/10 03:52 PM (2 years, 1 month ago) |
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ha...do not keep a lot of your poems and writings on computer ....
theyll crash and lose it allha.
i learned..pen and paper always ha
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: nowwhoutthink]
#12388647 - 04/13/10 08:50 PM (2 years, 1 month ago) |
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1. That's what the internet is for
2. Boards of Canada are the shit. Geogaddi is still one of the best albums for taking a journey through. I haven't experimented using it with anything other than DXM though.
3. I don't know what everyone's definition of poetry is, but this fits in my own definition.
Love's Enigma
This war is far from over I hope you know; I can feel you and your soul without you even by my side.
...
That never changed.
My emotions are tied with yours; our emotional fluctuations are synchronized, our universes became intertwined that fateful day when our eyes met for the first time. We're apart of a vivid story called reality; a story that throws us chaos and despair at any given opportune moment, though that is only because we chose to side with the darkness.
Why?
We have our reasons; though the situation may be different our goals were the same. Prosperity. We've become demons of our own worlds.. but we love every fucking second of it. Sadly, over time we discovered that insanity and knowledge, despite being everything we learned to love, would be our downfall as much as we would like to have thought otherwise.
Now we are trapped in a world of information and our third eye prominent. We just want to be happy. We just want to love. We just want to be; be the way we were meant to be.
..But, in order for a demon to become humble once again, they must be destroyed at the very core and lose absolutely everything they could ever hope to gain from their life. But when one is broken at their very core, what is left but a void? Life becomes a wild card, and is what the perceiver makes of it. The demon can either revel in his or her pain and sink to the depths of existence and descend into the depths of insanity, knowledge, chaos, and apathy, or ascend into the light and learn to love again through sanity, knowledge, unity, and empathy. Words cannot describe how tempting and alluring the depths of insanity can be at this point in time, but I have not given up hope.
I would be a liar if I were to say that hope was not lost from time to time, but such things are natural when walking down such a path of life. I have faith that my reality will not turn out to be a tragedy, nor will her own. Love is a powerful energy, for even when entangled in the darkness, it does nothing but grow, grow, and grow; whether it be in the form of pleasure, pain, sorrow, joy.. it does nothing but keep us wanting more. I love you. I know you're reading this, and whatever stage you're at, I have faith that in the end our ends will meet, and we will become those perfect circles entwined, just as we first believed.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Hajnal]
#12401676 - 04/16/10 12:39 AM (2 years, 1 month ago) |
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I just did this literally 20 seconds ago and I thought it was pretty neat.. I literally started off with one word and wrote down the first word that popped into my mind relating to that word, then the next word relating to the previous word and so on and so forth.. this is what I came up with in roughly 30 seconds. I thought it was pretty interesting..
" life death pain hate sadness happiness sorrow flowing wildly freely splashing across borders of consciousness breathing laughing living meaning everything intertwined.. rotating spinning madly yet cautiously step step weave a carpet out of tears and fears fight the rain drain the mind build anew stray away come hither.. constructive chaos."
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Hajnal]
#12478159 - 04/29/10 02:03 PM (2 years, 1 month ago) |
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Here's one I wrote... its a little random and quite long but whatever:
once on a yellow piece of paper,
he wrote a poem
and he called it "chops"
because that was the name of his dog.
and that's what it was about
and his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
and his mother hung it on he door
and read it to his aunts
that was the year father tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
and let them sing on the bus
that was the year his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
and his mother and father kissed a lot
and the girl around the corner sent him a
valentine signed with a row of x's
and he had to ask his father what the x's meant
and his father always tucked him in at night
and was always there to do it
once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem called "autumn"
because that was the name of the season
snd that's what it was all about
and his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
and the kids told him
that father tracy smoked cigars
and left butts on the pews
and sometimes they would burn holes
that was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
and the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see santa claus
and the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
and his father never tucked him in at night
and got mad
when he cried for him to do it
once on a piece of paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
called "innocence; a question"
because that was the question about his girl
and that's what is was all about
and his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
becaue he never showed her
that was the year that father tracy died
and he forgot how the end
of apostle's creed went
and he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
and his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
and the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
that made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
and at three a.m he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
that's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
and he called it "absolutely nothing"
becaue that's what it was really about
and he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
and he hung it on that bathroom door
because he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen
Woob woob
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: dillweed4]
#12492182 - 05/02/10 02:26 AM (2 years, 28 days ago) |
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Sex.
The act which fills the world with kin.
Money.
That which makes this world spin.
Power.
Greatly increased after a bottle of gin.
Thank you, thank you. I was high as fuck when I wrote this. High on what is for me to know and you to find out!
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Legalize]
#12500796 - 05/03/10 05:34 PM (2 years, 27 days ago) |
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Dilweed, dude- 
I loved it though. Don't stop
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: auxiliary]
#12501000 - 05/03/10 06:07 PM (2 years, 27 days ago) |
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Memories
Just as what a good long survey of the sun can do,
They're blotched with opaque bubbles of red and blue.
They've been written; they've been spoken, yet fluid and elude
A longing for a permanence, practical and true.
Knocked Up
You shall reap what you sow.
But you know he ain't a gardener,
He just plays with the hose.
But for 9 months he pardons her,
For in 9 months he knows-
By birth of his own daughter,
He's turned bottles into bones.
EDIT: I'm a perfectionist, had some spelling and syntax errors.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: auxiliary]
#12509210 - 05/05/10 05:30 AM (2 years, 25 days ago) |
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Quote:
auxiliary said:
Dilweed, dude-
I loved it though. Don't stop
Next time I can be bothered I will write up another of my poems
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: dillweed4]
#12522013 - 05/07/10 11:31 AM (2 years, 23 days ago) |
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First post! Here's one of my 'surrealist' rants/prose.
The sky is clear, so eyes got to be cloudy.
Columbine was the result of mind control. I licked her clitoris in sync with the flickering candle. Larva fall from the ceiling. Subcutaneous spiders weave a second flesh. Thoughts swirl like the iridescent gasoline in sidewalk puddles. I saw the patterns of the universe unfold in a six car pile up on highway eleven. Sometimes I think getting nausea is the only time I am aware of my stomach. The bed is vacant, her absence is vital to sustaining my particular pulse. Decomposing frogs molested by fibrous tendrils. Stick figures claim the territory formally known as my liver. In the mirror, I notice my throat has been replaced by a black void.
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Quote:
Orgoneaccumulator said:
First post! Here's one of my 'surrealist' rants/prose.
The sky is clear, so eyes got to be cloudy.
Columbine was the result of mind control. I licked her clitoris in sync with the flickering candle. Larva fall from the ceiling. Subcutaneous spiders weave a second flesh. Thoughts swirl like the iridescent gasoline in sidewalk puddles. I saw the patterns of the universe unfold in a six car pile up on highway eleven. Sometimes I think getting nausea is the only time I am aware of my stomach. The bed is vacant, her absence is vital to sustaining my particular pulse. Decomposing frogs molested by fibrous tendrils. Stick figures claim the territory formally known as my liver. In the mirror, I notice my throat has been replaced by a black void.
Holy shit dude.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: auxiliary]
#12531997 - 05/09/10 01:02 PM (2 years, 21 days ago) |
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here come snoopy
gunna smell your poopy
watch your step
or he'll bite your neck
Anti-intellectual poetry where it's at.
Edited by Sci-Fi (05/09/10 01:20 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Sci-Fi]
#12540412 - 05/10/10 09:14 PM (2 years, 19 days ago) |
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Vast oceans
A deep blue myth
Reflecting the Celestial Swirl
Rippling the moon and reversing the constellations
Currents pulling comets
The romance of mass and gravity perpetuates itself
As the atmosphere and the moisture polarize each other
So the colors are always changing
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: mathias]
#12540447 - 05/10/10 09:20 PM (2 years, 19 days ago) |
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I will be lightning
Within this realm of dreams
Some stranger invents
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: mathias]
#12541669 - 05/11/10 05:21 AM (2 years, 19 days ago) |
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Right so here is another one which I have decided to share:
'Black Hole'
When there is a single thought that just keeps going round,
that draws all others in to it, then this rumination's bound
to form a singularity.
Others gravitate to the weight of this single thought
unable to escape despite knowing that they ought
to flee the singularity.
In spectacular collision two spiralling thoughts may create
a rare and fleeting fancy that might just avoid a fate
within the singularity.
It ascends. It aspires. It struggles against the pull.
To which it eventually succumbs. The all powerful
and consuming singularity.
Leaving just a single thought going round and round
bending all lighter thoughts to itself in a way that's bound
to perpetuate the singularity.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#12589651 - 05/18/10 10:34 PM (2 years, 11 days ago) |
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I wrote this some years ago after a very nice LSD trip:
LSD
Open your mind on LSD,
And see,
Your fantasy's reality!
In endless beauty,
Forever free,
Discovering infinity!
Feeling the love, the ecstasy,
The harmony of unity
Of skies society!
We are the stars -
So shall it be!
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I am looking for my tribe. The people of my tribe are easy to identify:
They walk upright, have a twinkle in the eyes and a smile on the lips.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: oversyn]
#12617563 - 05/23/10 10:52 PM (2 years, 6 days ago) |
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1 gram, 2 gram, 3 point 5.
makes me a man...with an eagles eyes.
one more cap gives me eagles wings.
add an eighth to that and my ego dies.
that's a QUARTER down now he's both sides of the coin.
money talks, and Geo(George wash,)speaks no lies.
holding up the Left wing for my equal rights.
and to be precise..just legalize..
1 gram, 2 gram, get with the program.
how you gunna throw me in prison because I grow plants?
I'm a grown man! Fuck a Big Brother!
I can cross the street on my own,,I don't need to hold hands!
a love life is novelty and I don't need the romance,
bust a move and a nut..fuck a slow dance!
OK, I got a broke heart...it ain't so bad,
I got a Case of the BLUES...Ill eat a whole bag!!!
Edited by milkman4d4 (05/29/10 01:26 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: milkman4d4]
#12636804 - 05/27/10 06:23 AM (2 years, 3 days ago) |
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Everything
Nothing
They weigh the same.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Simms]
#12640747 - 05/27/10 06:02 PM (2 years, 3 days ago) |
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Patiently waiting, Patiently hating
fastings bland,
Hungy for a tacos.
Fuck blind dating, I miss mating
scratch that,
make them fish tacos.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Hakim0777] 1
#12644006 - 05/28/10 07:18 AM (2 years, 2 days ago) |
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I AM A TREE
GEOMETRY
Face to face with nature
I'd like to get to meet her.
chewing on some paper
size of a centimeter.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: milkman4d4]
#12644013 - 05/28/10 07:21 AM (2 years, 2 days ago) |
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Quote:
milkman4d4 said:
1 gram, 2 gram, 3 point 5.
makes me a man...with an eagles eyes.....
this whole poem is really cool. It would roll of the tongue better if you wrote the whole thing in some kind of meter.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: DigDagDeg] 1
#12650982 - 05/29/10 01:29 PM (2 years, 1 day ago) |
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thank you!!! its more of a rap than a poem...it picks up and slows down at parts..but I agree it could flow a bit smoother
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: milkman4d4]
#12679220 - 06/03/10 01:47 PM (1 year, 11 months ago) |
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here's one... no name though
turniquet ties binding
an institutionalized grip
hands around encompassing
flesh and fluid filled
biways receeding
pipebomb dreams greeting
and life's blood sowing
seeds and creeds
unfurling green and
black creepers the need
to flee to burn shit
nesecity to do things
create a change
affect things
intraveneously
no curse a release
the ability to be free
and think clearly
you and me baby
together and separate
either way completely
you are the other side of me
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STROKE MY GILLS, they will unleash the seed.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: panscrutiny]
#12685071 - 06/04/10 12:18 PM (1 year, 11 months ago) |
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More prose than poetry but still:
2 hirings and 1 “fuck you, I'm outta here later” and i've come back to doing for myself. No longer following the shepherds, embracing my uniqueness. A crow left of the murder, flying through my own patch of sky away from the incessant, ruckus chirps of my fellow avians. Ears no longer drowned in the redundant flapping of cadenced wings. No, rolling pizza dough is not for me, I roll through the canyons. 100 miles an hour, 3 lunatic amigos roaring through dark tunnels only occasionally lit by protectorate, vibrant yucca lanterns. We need not these barriers placed by big brother to protect us. Our minds will every turn properly taken, every law properly broken. Men of the night, strong and vulnerable.
No longer will I secede to the will of the Shepard, my burden is that of hearing how I do wrong, how I will fail. Your words are my success, your story compared to mine will amount to less. The free generation, forever the best.
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Party Tent Brewing
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nice
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: milkman4d4]
#12702115 - 06/07/10 08:09 AM (1 year, 11 months ago) |
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http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=986732heres a song/rap i just wrote the other day... and a link to the beat...i havnt recorded it yet
the beat is labled as NEVER TOO LATE...enjoy
I sit back and watch my life spiral into control,
Flick my Bic and light the last inch of my rope.
BOOM!.. But before I vanish into smoke,
I’ma leave my people with this last little note,
Here ya jackasses, have 20 dollars,
Go on and hit the town, crash into some towers.
That’s a gas! Why you actin’ sour?
I sent my condolences through cannabis flowers.
I shipped you some chocolates with hugs and kisses,
A dick for your ass and a tongue for the misses,
Fuck! What else ya want from the kid? Shit.
Stop droppin’ acid and become religious?
Hmmm…now what the fuck am I missin’
Rub your feet, cook, and scrub your dishes?
Ain’t them the jobs for the cunts and bitches?
Can’t you see my love comes unconditioned?
Just call me DAD, I’m the motherfuckin man,
Put you in a head lock till you scream “uncle Sam,
Let me out of this trunk, and untie my hands,
So I can jack-off once more before we land”,
yeeeah! Cause the bird don’t crash!
You silly motherfucker it just burns to ash,
And when I’m on my very last labyrinth lap
Ill be sure to let you know before I zap my ass
yeeeah ! With a bolt of kundulini,
He’s electro-cute, but had a few too many,
How’s about forever and a new beginning?
Yup! Thumbs up dudes to the mushroom bingeing
Still hearing , Who the fuck is he kidding?
Umm… Just about everyone in this building,
You dumb motherfucker, uh. Weren’t you listening,
Or were you just too busy to spread the love with me?
Alright I’m back to Reiterate for the illiterate
Stupid motherfuckers that I cant even begin to hate,
Why?...because my love is what?
Unconditional you motherfuckers and sluts!
So what’s with the name callin’? Ill explain it all,
But first, just let me finish this bowl,
There. ya see? Now that didn’t take long,
Cause the one hitter quitter’s the shit this kids on.
Now back to motherfuckin subject of the song
Our planet…the one that we’ve been fuckin’ so long
God damned it, now its goin to hell and beyond,
And its time to go green or motherfucker get gone!
The love was once lost, but I’ve found myself,
And I’ve cum back strong, providing mom with help,
So you can either lend a hand or just kill yourselves,
The love is unconditional…2012.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#12704059 - 06/07/10 03:02 PM (1 year, 11 months ago) |
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sometimes the lights and shadows all look like threatening things
and I forget your warmth
that is the only sickness, I know
now the strength rises in me again, vitality
this always changing thing
autumn my leaves go away the many autumns of the hours
bare and foggy
spring and summer are like one green and yellow
wilting and well, I feel like a wheel
and yet this life is my own,
i've always been sharing this axis with you
we roll down these hills
roll into the blue of the sea with tea cups in our hands
drinking up the ocean , sugar as sand
wander to the dreaming valleys
and wake up the sleeping heads
this lucid dream is not for wasting even if we are dead
but this dream is my own
and i share it with you...
i don't know why it gets dark, and i don't know why we get blue
i gave it up for thou art
art! art! art!
art! art!
Art! art!
Joy!
Joy is a sunrise, with you by my side..
i am a bisexual transwoman occasionally attracted to feet but mostly just to really outlandish and indescribable yet simple, natural, healthy and wholesome sexual and psychosomatic spiritual terra's who likes to be refered to as a humble cuckold sometimes but unsure about anal penetration and on another note i'm also irish at least on a fundamental spiritual level, and a faery, and i like to play guitar and I love God n you Flo and this i never shall hide because it makes me ecstatic, it was the way that was revealed unto I and im glad do my part in saying it and also going with the flow..
I consider myself to be innocent, in regards to most aspects of life but also very wise
so certainly, I am a fool..
muahaha
yet I love Flo, and she loves me, I don't know if she reads these
I think if she did, then that would be funny
and unpredictable
loving virginal sex
with a benevolent universe such as yrself
i dont understand the reproductive organs
they are so lewd, so mysterious
so bizarre...
i don't understand them, they seem so unapproachable
so easy to rub the wrong way...
but love's embrace is the attraction which
makes it clear.. so it would be for me
love calls me elsewere, not entirely beyond the body
but beyond the mind
sweeping this 'me' away into confusion, into honest reverie, into something everpresent
and miraculous
is this something unnatural? an aberration in me? everything to be constantly adrift in it
in silent response to the purest indwelling desire
a mere matter of language lies between
the language of my soul is alive and cognizant
timeless
it doesn't say anything
the birds chirp and the village is quiet
but someone has rearranged the pine cones
a lone cricket bursts out once in daylight
and i know everything is free!!
Hafiz and Mira bai, Kabir , Rumi and Theresa know what i mean.. i can't explain enough!
anything, in the end there is no me, i'm only here because the leaves rustle love songs
that people sometimes miss
otherwise i'd be fishing
and growing corn, giving thanks to the Goddess who hath bestowed this blessed existence
verily, for she is everywhere
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Amzy]
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: panscrutiny]
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i like this! good job like the way its constructed
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"Now then it is no more I that do it; but the sin that dwelleth in me."
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Doe Eyed]
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#12730658 - 06/12/10 08:35 AM (1 year, 11 months ago) |
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there once was a cat named friar
who wanted only to fill his desire
so he found a small shoe
and filled it with poo
then his owner lit him on fire
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: cthoolhu]
#12730788 - 06/12/10 09:05 AM (1 year, 11 months ago) |
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In the brink of an apocalypse we panic and look back at what we have achieved.
But We all die anyway so you just die like everyone else in the world.
I can take your life like it doesn't matter,
I face the concequences in my own life that doesn't happen.
You see nothing we act is real, its just fear,
as death is dancing, whispering in our ear.
You can't escape me you son of a bitch, I take your life and hijack your soul,
you'll be forever scared of me, not ready when time comes
Doing anything just to not die, but remember, you'll die in the crowd.
The thrive for life drives us, fucking bitches, buying cars,
or is it just fear of death and losing it all,
fear of crazyness in our empty lives which we need to fulfill.
asking forgivness as there is no peace in our souls
divinity is gone, everyone just separate, having our own thrill,
its time to realize everything and nothing weigh exactly the same,
its how balance is achieved, between life and death,
Talk about divine intervention in our everyday frame:
you are bound to make up your morals as you catch your first breath.
Death takes us, nothing matters at all,
In just a blink of an eye all your achievemnts fall,
just a last thought endlessly remains, forever in time and space,
reflecting on those who are about to be born,
You better get used to the idea, because death will be spitting in your face.
God doesn't forgive, as we make up our own mind of what we want to achieve
You know the end is near, you cover your face and feel,
as your mind gets filled with thoughts on dmt, the reality is gone all becomes the same,
nothing remains, life and death become one entity as you become sane.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Simms]
#12738365 - 06/13/10 07:18 PM (1 year, 11 months ago) |
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Destroying the reflection of my existence
Call upon the power of spirit for assistance.
Upon the arrival a transformation takes place
The ascension of flight takes off into deep space
Into the deepest chasms of self I navigate through
Discovering hidden meanings within that will renew
The beauty of life within and out of ones self.
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When we met I was coming out of the haze.
Somewhere down the road I had lost my ways.
On that fateful day the connection awoke.
Deep within our beings our souls had spoke.
Telling us tales of a not so distant past.
Where our souls had intertwined to forever last.
As we awaken to the very essence of our being
We are discovering within another, a deep meaning.
Two hearts beating together within the flow.
We spread our wings and show our beauty as we grow.
As time unravels the message is very clear.
Allow ourselves to be vulnerable or forever live in fear.
Everything I have to give is true.
And I offer it to you.
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As the clouds roll by, I'm lost in thought.
Often wondering what it is that I have sought.
Searching throughout the universe for the unknown.
Discovering an ineffable beauty that can only be shown.
Reaching out for the touch that only draws me in deeper.
Chasing after the love that I am feeling leads me steeper.
Spiraling through my mind discovering new land within.
Sharing the experiences of the cosmos with the kin.
Letting go of walls that once stopped the flow.
Vulnerable, I allow myself to truly grow.
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I honor the place in you in which the entire universe dwells. I honor the place in you which is of love. of truth. of light, and of peace. When you are in that place in you and I am in that place in me. We are one.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: HappyTrippin]
#12755958 - 06/16/10 11:00 PM (1 year, 11 months ago) |
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http://noise-distillery.deviantart.com/art/Two-167948253
wrote these two on a really low dose (like threshold effects) of mushrooms, enjoy?
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#12765886 - 06/18/10 07:40 PM (1 year, 11 months ago) |
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#12767656 - 06/19/10 03:09 AM (1 year, 11 months ago) |
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#12789695 - 06/23/10 09:50 AM (1 year, 11 months ago) |
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I'll have to start reading through this I have been absent from the board as of late. Here's something some Trip-Hop and Marijuana inspired in me....my main problem is making words more visual as I tend to be too abstract. This was my effort to be more concrete which still failed.
Withered flowers don't cry as they kiss death
Her lips are dry and riddled with thorns
So why do the apes dread their last breath
Their overgrown brains have let them dread it too long
So how can I kill the fears the corner of the room unknown
Offer me a heaven in a basket to keep my thoughts from becoming drastic
What if I disagree with the blanket of lies you've sewn
Label me a heretic wearing red letters of plastic
Quiet my scream in the streets as I scream about not being heard about not being free
But you're in the land that's be paved along by thoughts echoing freedom so strong
Why do you keep the key that unlocks my brain much too far from me?
Knowing the truth written between the lies would surely chaos so naturally its wrong
Welcome the chaos that implodes all the lies way out in the open raining from skies
Soak up all the knowledge until you're ready to burst
Do not worry about the new information that seems to defy
All the old distortions you drank to quell your thirst
Taste ethereal droplets sent from the stars
Paper laced with the chance to feel infinity
The solar system is the history of who you are
Realizing you are only solar dust could bring forth divinity
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With Allure I Look to the Sky With Awakened Eyes
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Rocker232]
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^Cool! You should try free verse (no rhyming or very little/subtle), you might be able to express those excellent images even better.
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
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I find this so incredibly hard to do! Most of that stems from looking at poetry as the same thing as song lyrics which its not. I should try it though thanks for the tip!
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#12807762 - 06/26/10 12:10 PM (1 year, 10 months ago) |
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your puzzles, my hamburgers
collapsed
deep inside of the fields, from which they sprang
led happy and fulfilling lives
led, i say, because those lives have since returned to the Great Mama
in hawaii we wait on beds of slate, yet the comfort is great
because our hearts are a gate, a gate to the world of magic and love
a world where we are, free and true like dove
a hug, a hug
a tree that can hug
a wild kind of rug that covers the whole place
within that lay me down and please smother my face
with your summer rain, with your berries and your pines
smelling like the mushrooms and ness of my youth
be free, inspire the world, the cosmic joke, it is the small ones
the fleeting ones, the ones like dandelion parachutes
and oaks laden in the song birds
all sweet phoenixes twinkling, our conversations turn to dictionaries
gitas, made of lotion and herbs the words themselves
half open, filled with the light and dark of the world, the sun...
in this shrine I wait and pray and think of You
though you are here, so far away you sometimes seem
I cannot believe you have come, the weight of past action moves in me still
still still
I can be still with you,
fill with you,
that I could be to you what you are to me
the whole world we are
and the smiling alligators, too, the monkeys free now at the zoo
the wildness come out to part the ways, the bring back the first love
and restart the days, is that you, in the sun that runs in the sky
from in the east to where the hempstead lies?
we follow from a part thats wise,
our battle cries the calls of love, and true romance again alive
the world, its dance, in every breath, you come over me, this predicament here
the solemn fears that men build around them have fallen in this storm now
and I see now, I am free, the walls torn down and windows shattered, like a light that comes to me
though my will is tattered
a light a smile, a golden magic
thing and suddenly i'm free, flying and its as if nothing mattered
burst out from the egg, its not the way I thought it would be
but this like stargazing, wondering roaming, growing like moss on the ancient
garden in wyoming where I lay and think of marzipan and jazz... the clouds swirling in lullabies
but the fire in my gut is strong, and on my breast the rain, if it ever would fall
that rain, that would grow me so tall, there you're like a unicorn or a dragon and we ride and life is true
throughout the endless hills, I would always think of you
and now upon this axis we are flung the world's beside singing like a bell was rung
all that was ever done, the weaving of this essence
the secrets of the one, the rainbow dragon in dresses, presence
over jumps the castle door, and finding in a car like forever
the wind blowing through the doors and there is something indistinct a spirit
barely flung, yet happy to be riling and a friend, sure number one, and so this is fair wanti
and we travelling through and through and as the leaves and trees to lend their homes
and friendly gnomes come from the dew, singing mathematics, alphabets and poetry in triads
hermit, hermit, so alone, with the bashful naiad
you've got naivete, let them come and be dispelled
never should you fall into a moonless well
and if so where I draw up the water, or as I go to the stream
fairies come to help me and they give me strangely dreams
and the deer does run the days do pass and Danu in her seat finding soma
through the dwelling of the spirit of the creek
and I am a pine, I am a mind, I don't know, said the shroom
and she looked upon it funnily and then swept it up with her invisible broom
causing the night to shake and ate
the stars fell from the sky, I was not there but a rift came and asked then ruefully 'why?'
in sacred chorus all the heavens and the earths and wanti answered
because it is all things, my love, that are the silent dancers
and all in motion, still in motion
motion is our meaning
the only poetry is motion
namely,
i like to eat rice screaming
nothing
belly button
time is nice, I pass the houses cars and buildings
I pass the people, I alone
and you invisibly beside me
we mysterious, I imagine but maybe not
who knows what they see, looking out, they paint again and again over me the world
and all their souls,
wow, you can get lost in it sometimes
Why are you the dragon of my dreams? Why are you the fairies with the jeans
why is everything not what it seems, you magical person, you witch of wellness
I enjoy spells and witchcraft and the arcane has struck me
perhaps I am bewitched but its true it is love, by Aine's blessing and by Aphrodite's rub
and by the cool waters of where I first learned, the fairy way
came and the candles were burned and so I say wow, how it came and how it paused
and overall it happened as felt through the walls in the dark
stumbling blind, I did not see but I felt it, when you came to me
Oh, love, do not part, it is like at the start, oh love do not part
this is light of the heart, the smell of good herbs in the air... but in a way its not even there
like the smoke, like the peace, like the feeling in my knees, spilling over eachother
you've got me, drenched in so many sunsets and rises
eternal suprises like glimpsing death happily
or a fruit from the apple tree
come in me, sweetly, running my tongue over your lips, to complete
we
I stumbled now nature speaks clearly to me, life is to be lived and lived free
don't go giving it away and when you die you are born,
for you are only a root, and only branches see the sun
but is a tree upside down not the same?
are we not basked in the inner flame of the core of this world
is the dirt not the air, love such questions come over me
and bizarre I must seem as I live in such a dream, ignorant to the thoughts of others
so many wonders spring from a box of oranges, a half open door,
the astrology of our lives...
I smoke charas on mountain tops and sing to God
just a sprite, just a wavering, and then in the sun I am and there is the moon there
and blossoming from the clouds little flowers of tao
oh coyote, you know of what you sang
oh joy of insignificance
and nature of life's dream
how delightful are the animals
and the ends to which they team
our yogas are one
Goddess is every being
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. *DELETED* [Re: aghorrorag]
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Talking animals wtf... that doesn't make any damn sense.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: 6th]
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I like to just take the time to write whats on my mind. My attempts at being poetic 
--entrenched in the thoughts of my mind the soft melody of spoken word
it flows following no path, flowing in waves an upbeat peak.
time is an illusion sacrificed everyday. eyes open at morning all over the world but life is never clearly foretold. my perceived reality can only be influenced by personal experiences ones that hold memory and last long past there duration. Perception is often deceiving sheltering those who wish not to see the truth. peel the layers until you reach the core empathy can be achieved.
--Spiraling, twisting, it tears only to come together as one again. the continuity of endlessness. Where life ends and ashes flow, a seed is ready to grow.
What can be done when there is no choice, which map is being read, is there a path ahead, or have I yet begun to walk it.
--For where do i begin. Rejoice in open arms, smiles from fading faces. lips are open, A mantra is heard, echoing, free falling its length unseen. The songs of men together as one it fills the open air, upward. The cool desert sand is beneath me. I rise with the melodies, my body still among the crowd still within the circle. We weave and flow back and forth in tune. I am above them all looking down on myself, the drumming of our hands become soft only the songs i am within can be heard repeating with strength. I open my eyes
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: systm]
#12843793 - 07/03/10 05:19 AM (1 year, 10 months ago) |
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Something I just whipped up
An open mind is what I seek
To see without judging, to infuse this bleak
And dreary world with colour, life and vibrancy
The kind of naked perception that is unattainable
To the unwilling eye
But to the third eye it comes as easy
As flight to the bird,
As swimming to the fish
Who weave among the streams
As we waver between streams of consciousness
And unconsciousness
Hue changes,
Blue flanges,
Red emerges,
Orange turgid
Violet streaks across the clouds
The inner world spirals towards my Center
Reverting to an initial state, suffused with noetic placenta
Unknowing, all-seeing with fresh eyes
At last the veil dissipates!
And the world is without disguise
Striking blue
A brilliant hue
The emerald green of a thriving tree
Reaching up, outward, eternally
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Trippin slippin so many emotions all rolled into one sensory ocean impossible feelings kneeling at the altar to the psychedelic trance may the mushroom never falter  
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: introspector]
#12849330 - 07/04/10 08:00 PM (1 year, 10 months ago) |
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This one is pretty simple:
Twirling, twisting and writhing;
The fire swells and flows
Orange, red is blinding
Ineffable in prose
But I shall try, though words are meager
Though I am certain and am eager
To tell of this great inferno's fury
It laid waste to pine and birch,
A towering mass of destruction lurched
Forward, rolling with heat and force
Carving a most ugly scar through the forest's heart
And then it rose, ready and poised
To strike with that crackling, burning noise
That harkened the coming of more fire still.
Many wept as their homes were charred
And in the chaos, they suffered scars
And wounds from which they would never heal
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Trippin slippin so many emotions all rolled into one sensory ocean impossible feelings kneeling at the altar to the psychedelic trance may the mushroom never falter
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: introspector]
#12850491 - 07/05/10 03:10 AM (1 year, 10 months ago) |
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Another I just wrote:
Waves breaking on the shore that is my Self
Eroding, slowly in the face of knowledge
My sanity slipping from the precipice
Won't somebody help?
I'm in too deep
Inward, outward
Perception informs experience
I'm losing control
Of my body
My limbs and extremities feel foreign
Alien, as if not under my posession
I've forgotten what I'm doing
Where I am
And where I'm heading
A constant feeling of something
A drive, towards what I'm unsure
'Til I figure it out I'm wading
Back towards the shore
Try to grasp these rocks
But their jagged, coarse against my skin
I try to hoist my body on the shore
But fail, to my chagrin
So I decide to keep on drowning
In this maelstrom, I am flailing
But the more I lose control
The more my fear betrays me
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Trippin slippin so many emotions all rolled into one sensory ocean impossible feelings kneeling at the altar to the psychedelic trance may the mushroom never falter
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: introspector]
#12858040 - 07/06/10 05:10 PM (1 year, 10 months ago) |
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Quote:
introspector said:
Something I just whipped up
An open mind is what I seek
To see without judging, to infuse this bleak
And dreary world with colour, life and vibrancy
The kind of naked perception that is unattainable
To the unwilling eye
But to the third eye it comes as easy
As flight to the bird,
As swimming to the fish
Who weave among the streams
As we waver between streams of consciousness
And unconsciousness
Hue changes,
Blue flanges,
Red emerges,
Orange turgid
Violet streaks across the clouds
The inner world spirals towards my Center
Reverting to an initial state, suffused with noetic placenta
Unknowing, all-seeing with fresh eyes
At last the veil dissipates!
And the world is without disguise
Striking blue
A brilliant hue
The emerald green of a thriving tree
Reaching up, outward, eternally
I rikey.
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#12859692 - 07/06/10 10:17 PM (1 year, 10 months ago) |
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The storm clouds gathering
Are ominous and foreboding
I see in their swirling madness
The universe folding
Unto itself
Without light
I can see only shadows
Make out vaguely
God's face so hallowed
But it is only fleeting
Awaiting this fabled meeting
Embracing judgement, when it comes
But still I wait
With heart beating
And desiccant tongue
Where are you?
I seek answers
But none are given
Only beget more questions
Does this quest
Lead me to redemption
Salvation
Enlightenment
Or to some void of nothingness
Restless nights
Nebulous recollection
Of horrid dreams
My minds deflection
Cannot hold at bay
These horrid dreams
The pendulum swings
Back and forth
Its torturous rings
With every hour
Is one toll closer
To silence
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: introspector]
#12860573 - 07/07/10 04:07 AM (1 year, 10 months ago) |
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I dont know if its good or considered actual poetry, but i wrote this tonight after long arguments with my dad.
Speaking The Truth.
Wanting to breath smoke
On my thoughts i begin to choke
clashing with the reality i feel
in the pale night, what is real?
Words so weak they evaporate,
intent for the receiver they penetrate
they pretend it didnt hurt,
but i know it made them feel like dirt.
Retreat, and i know i've won,
this kind of victory doesnt feel like one
spiteful words spoken so lightly
I should have known better inside me.
Words so easily instigate,
such deep rooted hate
that one cant resist the urge
to return such a hateful surge
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  I wish to become enlightened, to know bliss, to be a pure expression of joy, to slake my insatiable thirst.
But tomorrow i will continue to propagate the pointless and divine cycle of human birth/death and probly get as fucked up as i can.
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you can hear the airplanes passing by
making sounds in the sky.
should I stay the same? insane?
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Man in the Box]
#12864265 - 07/07/10 08:18 PM (1 year, 10 months ago) |
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We live without voice
The illusion of choice
We are contented to languish
Clutched in this system's tendrils
Our free will slipping between our fingers
Only servitude lingers, like a shroud descending
To cloud our minds
The power resides
Deep inside
To deride
To destroy
Our captors
And their arbitrary rules
Designed to keep us
From sipping the pool
Of knowledge
Is it blissful
To be a part
Of this machine
That ensnares our hearts
Our minds, our souls
Our dreams, our goals
Which shatter into
A million parts
Caught in the gears
Of this vast machine
Of slavery
Struggling to break free
Our voice is the key
If only we
Would rise from our haunches
Relent from our staunchness
And our preconceptions would melt
Into a sickly brown sludge
To hate, and to judge
Is futile
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Trippin slippin so many emotions all rolled into one sensory ocean impossible feelings kneeling at the altar to the psychedelic trance may the mushroom never falter
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: introspector] 1
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Too many buzzwords in these poems. You guys have mad talent, please though, stray from the buzzwords.
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The feelings wash over me
Lulling me into a dream
A waking, lucid dream
From which I derive
A kind of pleasure
The profundity of which
One cannot measure
First drag, a weight is lifted
Second toke, my mind is shifted
A little off-center, perspective
Re-arranged, neurons firing
My consciousness clouded
Yet clearer than glass
Clearer than water unspoiled
Or than the sky looming
Above like a reflection
Of the sea
The mind recoils
At this true epiphany
This realisation
Of me
One can surmount this anxiousness
This apprehension that claws
And gnaws
And scratches at one's sanity
That makes every word profanity
Every expression illicit
Every thought seem awkward
In every crime, complicit
But once this stage is conquered
The paranoia erodes
In the face of true mind's beauty
True happiness it bodes
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Trippin slippin so many emotions all rolled into one sensory ocean impossible feelings kneeling at the altar to the psychedelic trance may the mushroom never falter
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: introspector] 1
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great words from everyone. im really glad to see this here i somehow over looked it every time. Im running late for work so ill have to post more later.
some notes:
Wonderful and appropriate,
fixate on an inevitable product of instinct.
Packaged tightly woven intricate cells.
In ourselves we take elevation
as a challenge,
comprehending only in the
brief moments of clarity
that we all must believe
to be
I
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persistent existence flows fluid without resistance
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Crumpet
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: rolbz] 1
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As you pursue the loopy loonie
you compute the you bute truely
smooth tunes move you through to the next clue
a trail of smartie all the way to the new moon
In my room marooned
a part of Me's a party on paper
wooing in linguistic caper
shooing who brings in hate for nature
Plate the cake up to make up mates for
the journey, the earnings are turned to the ones who ate the
deserving serve with the recipe worded
absurd consumers soon get herded
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Crumpet
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet] 1
#12980529 - 07/31/10 09:21 AM (1 year, 9 months ago) |
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Titled: Travesty at the school of non prophet tragically unprofound nonesense piss dribbling cowardly cock smoking dinosaurs from egypt wearing avocado skin after garments for breakfast.
Open up misanthrope
nope hissing wont-stop it
quit pissing in pockets
opt to spit twisted lingo it fits
dim witted tricksters-your windows missed
a flick of the wrist caught the eye of the driver
a shake of a fist to the guy behind ya
neither guy nor gal can tell me-well
cocks & hens
shall we say-stocked up on pens
Shocker the flock falls awesome
in awed em-inner empyrean
custom myths & divinorum
touched on this at the highway form
i adored em
the trolls toll scorched em
no fare-for a pedestrian
bare necessity's-quest aeon
whatever-my hooves just chew through shoes
endeavour to peak along side equestrian
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
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Hey Crumpet I really like yours.
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skidooshake2021
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I took the hit around mid-day
close my eyes and blast away
subtly let free my mind
conciousness and thought unwind
im being squeezed, compressed, pulled through
its hard to not know what to do
you just let go and float away
until you reach another day
until youve traveled far away
and new insight has come to stay
the faces looking down at me
something you dont need eyes to see
the feeling that youve been set free
infinite ability
it turns your thought process to string
which then connects to everything
you find the meaning of all life
and sympathize for pain and strife
you see beyond what you can know
anywhere you want to go
you have the means to make it so
just put yourself into the flow
when nothing before had made sense
every thought was now condensed
there suddenly was room for more
whole universes to explore
im somewhere quite familiar now
i feel like ive been here somehow...
im in a place where i felt scared
when i was previously there
in panic now i start to struggle
the setting crashes down to rubble
and from the smoke and vast debris
emits a godly energy
a force of knowledge, light and good
finally i understood
what matters isnt what i fear
its the things that arent clear
its to find out why im here
human kind knows not a thing
of aliens and cosmic rings
godly forces, outer spaces
happy shapes and funny faces
i wish the world could try and see
that there is nothing wrong with me
i have been where you cant go
molded planets out of dough
and filled a summer day with snow.
You look at me and think im crazy.
"Are you on drugs? They'll make you hazy,
Turn you half brain-dead and lazy."
But my half-assed response to you,
is what else do you have to do?
Wake up early, go to work
all day about to go berserk?
get off late and grab a bite
same thing that you had last night?
stare a little, go to bed
play your day out in your head?
nothing different about today...
how long will it go on that way?
how long will you sit and wait
not putting one thing to debate?
not questioning a single thing
just stay the same and swim upstream.
So when you ask yourself a question.
Please take heed to my suggestion.
When your life seems dull and bleak
Dont shun the answer that you seek.
Its been within you all this time.
Close your eyes. Open Your Mind
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Crumpet
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Oakey doke get poking
open up devotions
measured by the battle
adams apple bites back - cattle
saddle up & rattle in galactic Cadillacs
Oh we all tell - attacks of mushie up n ups
jovial fellas on flustered lust - pucker up
lucky fucks muster up &
usher in mucky stuff
chuffed enough to bust a nut
dusk to dusk
thankyou much
Edited by Crumpet (08/14/10 12:31 PM)
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circastes
i did it for tha bliss
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Re: Man in the Box [Re: Crumpet]
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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kissablemilklight
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Not actually my feelings on love just practicing my rhyming prose
Theirs a plague thats been long on this earth. We're told its something we want from the first breaths after birth. It attacks no organs, it destroys self worth. This disease is love and we are told that it helps, when all that is does is make us dependent on something other than ourselves. It eliminates the individual in a quick 1 hour ritual. It strips away all essence of our being, grabs hold of our mind with a slip of a ring. Don't let this disease grab hold, if you do all hopes and dreams with then fold and crumble away never to be seen again. Stay away from love, just make friends.
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Christs Chin
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Excalibur
I froze your tears and made a dagger
And stabbed it in my cock, forever
It stays there like Excalibur
Are you my Arthur?
Say you are
Take this cool, dark steel-ed blade
Steal it
Sheath it in your lake
I'd drown with you to be together
Must you breathe?
Cos i need heaven
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet] 1
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Quote:
Crumpet said:
As you pursue the loopy loonie
you compute the you bute truely
smooth tunes move you through to the next clue
a trail of smartie all the way to the new moon
In my room marooned
a part of Me's a party on paper
wooing in linguistic caper
shooing who brings in hate for nature
Plate the cake up to make up mates for
the journey, the earnings are turned to the ones who ate the
deserving serve with the recipe worded
absurd consumers soon get herded
Yessir. I like this one
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JesusGreen
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Christs Chin]
#13069418 - 08/18/10 01:45 PM (1 year, 9 months ago) |
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Some very nice poetry in here. Might add some of my own after my next trip (tripping really inspires me) - though I'm no poet, so don't expect anything good haha.
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Crumpet
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: JesusGreen]
#13077501 - 08/20/10 07:13 AM (1 year, 9 months ago) |
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comin at ya
in a tractor
if your not a fan of my rhymes then i'll smack ya
word
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nowwhoutthink
maybe im dreaming
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Posts: 4,407
Loc: 805 Saint Cloud Road Mars
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#13078288 - 08/20/10 11:00 AM (1 year, 9 months ago) |
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I age so badly
today the dead rose from their sleeping graves.
empty pill bottles and half full whiskey..
I stayed up all week, just swallow those pills.
Its 4:30and you’re fast asleep.
minds falling apart at all ends.
I can stay away and alone just need to be strong.
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weshroom
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: nowwhoutthink]
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Quote:
nowwhoutthink said:
I age so badly
today the dead rose from their sleeping graves.
empty pill bottles and half full whiskey..
I stayed up all week, just swallow those pills.
Its 4:30and you’re fast asleep.
minds falling apart at all ends.
I can stay away and alone just need to be strong.
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weshroom
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: weshroom]
#13079185 - 08/20/10 02:31 PM (1 year, 9 months ago) |
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heres mine:
Carefully placed touches
Carefully timed brushes
Must this
Must us
Swirl togeather
Cosmic dust
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iwasaClown
Imagining.
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Posts: 8,968
Loc: Here.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: weshroom] 1
#13087458 - 08/22/10 05:06 PM (1 year, 9 months ago) |
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Hey people. I was recently incarcarated for a little more than 3 months and during that time i began to do something ive never really done before, at least nothing i considered too special, which is WRITING!
ive come to find i can write some pretty cool stuff, at least IMO. heres one of a few poems i wrote in my cell in the middle of the night.
The grass' glowing greens,
The atmospheric blues.
A yet discovered morning
Will paint itself anew.
The Sun's majestic introduction;
Even kings are apt to bow.
Eternal ages all have waited
To shine freely here and now.
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weshroom
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: iwasaClown]
#13088128 - 08/22/10 07:36 PM (1 year, 9 months ago) |
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Quote:
iwasaClown said:
Hey people. I was recently incarcarated for a little more than 3 months and during that time i began to do something ive never really done before, at least nothing i considered too special, which is WRITING!
ive come to find i can write some pretty cool stuff, at least IMO. heres one of a few poems i wrote in my cell in the middle of the night.
The grass' glowing greens,
The atmospheric blues.
A yet discovered morning
Will paint itself anew.
The Sun's majestic introduction;
Even kings are apt to bow.
Eternal ages all have waited
To shine freely here and now.
YES man. Dig it. Glad your free!
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mais
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delicate milk filled nearly clear mounds on your nipple
taste in my head
toast-like stretches of connective lines
taste in my mouth
yeast treat of dried expansions
lire yewyaw and lire yicks
my left ear is gone
a paus--
limeath brewn secouls
sweet meat treaks
smile wire push down
neck twick pull out
knee buckling slip
tighten up my yearn
sarcastic color intrusion
welcoming blur
push out breath out shit
breath in rare treat
clear help
help clear
spit slick
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thoroughly good goodness.
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iwasaClown
Imagining.
Registered: 10/06/07
Posts: 8,968
Loc: Here.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: weshroom]
#13109825 - 08/27/10 11:39 AM (1 year, 8 months ago) |
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Quote:
weshroom said:
YES man. Dig it. Glad your free!
Thank you.
oh i am extremely greatful to finally be out. i wrote that poem in hopes of seeing this day -my freedom.
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wondercat
Dashing
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Posts: 447
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sitting by a fire
enjoying the warmth by my toes
i wait and wonder
why time never seems to slow
there seems to be a climax
the rivers roaring down
that not even a new agenda
could change the way it sounds
I seem to feel more pressure
there's buzzing i the air
i can't express the sorrow
that we might pay our fare
and what happens to our mindset?
will we be struck for long?
although it seems improbable,
our souls will continue on
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it truly is an illusion- your senses are just perceiving the varying vibrations in different ways- its holography; a representation.
"Nothing" is easy - Mooji
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iwasaClown
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not bad wondercat.
here's another one for y'all.
A soft whisper swims
Throughout my tangled thoughts.
As it travels dim,
It passes by uncaught.
There was a time that it shined brightly
And glorified my brain.
This whisper dives and swims by nightly,
And leaves a shallow stain.
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circastes
i did it for tha bliss
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Nice.
Here's one I wrote last night:
GRAVES OF THE LIARS
Crawling through the forest on all fours again
In a desperate rush to find my pen
I dropped it when I wrote my name onto a tree
"Alpha and Omega – The Finality – Me"
Metal-suited men seek my immediate presence
They are distasteful of what I said to the peasants
"You are free – You are me – We are forever"
And off I ran with an ink-soaked white feather
Those who uttered such things before me
Battled the same government of thieves hastened to deplore thee
Now into the soil of justice the truth must be sown
And my words scribed onto the wood must be known
Or into blackened history will all attempts be thrown
Their crimes against my comrades are twofold
False accusations and the murder of Leopold
Scripted onto that tree over there
And when the rigged gate crushed my child
Something unnatural in my hate veins reviled
So I shall see to it that every one of them is buried
In the forest of truth that my friend trees have ferried
After I burn them alive for treason
Against the one true self-government – Reason
Their steeples will become smoke stacks
Their wives will endure the most deplorable of acts
Everywhere the villagers will hear of my tale
A chapter in which the spirit of revenge did not fail
So here I am hunted while I search to scribble the truth
Remembering my son and his stolen youth
Burning inside, igniting a pit of inhuman strength
To see them fall I go to no end of length
And so it begins, one of them spots me
A knife in his side, a dead stare into his eye
He will be the first funeral of a long line a of liars
Into the air will be smelt flesh from a salutation of fires
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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eve69
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#13188142 - 09/13/10 04:49 AM (1 year, 8 months ago) |
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"Hey Elves," was shouted
but the breath was
spent in vein
for as lightning flashed and
the blackness bounced back blacker
the drolls were kicking out the walls,
and now the elves are
unguinous diamond soup --
-- you know the kind that flows out from beneath
your skin invisibly.
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Sunny
free-ballin
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: eve69]
#13192654 - 09/14/10 01:23 AM (1 year, 8 months ago) |
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I like that one! very visual.
here's one I wrote the other day:
Love like stone
like wind,
like trees.
Love like dirt beneath your feet.
Be an anchor,
be a pillar,
be the corner stone.
Be the love you least expect;
be the light that's always lit.
Be the thing you want to see,
and love like wildfire in the trees.
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cyantific
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Posts: 1,266
Loc: Shakashuri Island
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#13192835 - 09/14/10 04:04 AM (1 year, 8 months ago) |
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with slippery skin treads the entity ...
through a prison of polished surfaces ...
neither bars nor walls contain it ...
nor fetters upon it feet ...
it is free to roam at will ...
its foundering steps but a constant reminder ...
of the pain ...
and suffering
it gets ...
crashing
into its own reflections ...
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apprentice.five
the psychopythia
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: cyantific]
#13201576 - 09/15/10 08:14 PM (1 year, 8 months ago) |
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I really like 'Graves of the Liars': I'm reading about the reign of Henry VIII right now and it reminds me much of it. You guys are all very good.
I rarely post my stuff online, but I do need a post count and I'm too much of a noob to quite come out of lurk mode yet, so. I wrote this about two months ago, during an (ongoing) detachment from a very unhealthy co-dependent relationship.
Supplication
O my sister, what becomes
of her who held the dogs at bay?
Can she still see through my eyes,
Have I got the guts to stay
Or leave this place? I've lost the path
That gave this void of meaning end:
I lost the feather, felt the wrath,
Kissed a viper, killed a friend,
I made my choice and lost my way,
Bit the bullet, came undone,
Took a gamble, lost the play,
Gun unfired, war unwon.
O my sister. Here I am.
No one took these words away.
Do I tempt you with them still,
The one excuse I have to pray?
Are you swayed, my sullen goddess,
Are you moved to see my chains?
Long I tremble for the harvest --
Long lie prostrate for the rain.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: apprentice.five]
#13202079 - 09/15/10 10:28 PM (1 year, 8 months ago) |
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/\ I really like the "I made my choice and lost my way / Bit the bullet, came undone / Took a gamble, lost the play / Gun unfired, war unwon" part Found myself looking over it a few times, that last line was really clever imo.
Just wrote this, kind of baked but was listening to some Balmorhea and kind of felt like writing something. I guess this sort of relates to DMT in some ways...
Tangible lines skewed and strung
Fractal facades shaded from invisible suns
A gentle humming whispers in the ear
Answers...quickly becoming very clear
Eternity and light meld together
A cornucopia of the now and forever
Seems over as quickly as it began
What was learned - Was who I am
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Die before you die
Edited by Best (09/15/10 10:31 PM)
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ManaShaman
Energized Matter
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Best]
#13202107 - 09/15/10 10:41 PM (1 year, 8 months ago) |
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Nice writing people! This is a great idea for a thread.
Heres one I wrote for the troops overseas, just a thank you.
Thank you
I see blood in the sand and pink mist in the sky,
While Jack Daniels I sip and diamonds we buy.
There are children with grown mans guns,
And grown men like children run.
Worlds apart on the same globe grow,
And small is the chance that any will ever know.
The interaction is subtle, the message is strong,
The same paths we tread, our fathers were wrong.
So day by day we forget, and feign the regret,
For little do we know of the dying mans song.
So I thank you.
I thank you for the chance to let the fields grow,
And to one day reap what the others have sown,
I thank you for the hardship that stands in my way,
For such is our trial to overcome it one day.
And in doing so we are one with our fate,
That so long all our lives has eluded our gaze.
I thank you for the debts I must labor to quell,
And if any are left, may they find me in hell.
I thank you for the sun and the moon in my eyes,
May they give you comfort in unfriendly skies,
For they are the same that shine on all of mankind.
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imCKmush
Trip Over
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: ManaShaman]
#13202709 - 09/16/10 03:06 AM (1 year, 8 months ago) |
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I really like most of these posts, let me freestyle a few poems
Reality is solidified,
one moment liquifies,
a rush of truth from inside,
residing within a cave called mind.
I escaped from the cave,
shackeled, bounded,
now found my way.
Truth be told, no,I keep at bay..
thoughts like seeds grow and decay.
Reflections in mirrors showing myself,
knowing myself.. this knowledge is wealth.
Boundless.. unlimited.. a concept I felt,
I saw within mind, and touched someone else.
I think I should start with the easy to grasp as an introduction before I get ambiguous.
I started reading at the last page but ill work my way back, its very intriguing stuff, I like it.
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I tripped balls without the aid of psychedelics and became one with the universe. I travelled far from this reality and left my ego behind. Enlightenment revealed itself to me, I was overwhelmed. I was reborn!
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nowwhoutthink
maybe im dreaming
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Posts: 4,407
Loc: 805 Saint Cloud Road Mars
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: imCKmush]
#13239444 - 09/24/10 04:40 AM (1 year, 8 months ago) |
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was gonna be lyrics to a song im working on...hence to 2 chorusy like parts...
is it wrong to want someone in a pretty dress.
someone to look at when my eyes need a rest?
i think that person was you.
youre gone and im stil here feeling so fucking blue.
i wrote a song for you.
you werent meant to hear it.
its was too soon.
i cried last night when i saw the pictures.
i knew that it was all me and not her.
and the winter will be here after your next blink.
just another fucked up summer romance,
that never really had _that
second _chance
another time that youll spend curled up in bed trying to think..
and i knew how to spell your name from the start.
no h just an a and thats where well part.
im feeling alone all over..my head and heart.
i wish we never even had a finish and a start
oh god i can feel it so much inside this overworked heart.
grey takes over your soul.
you all remember my mistakes,
but when i do something right it just slips
right by.
and the winter will be here after your next blink.
just another fucked up summer romance,
that never had a second chance.
another time that youll spend curled up in bed trying to think..
maybe my chemical inbalance keeps all souls at bay?
was it the timing? or did I just act like a mess?
was it something I said or didnt say?
i smelt your book.
old pages of pages where your fingers and eyes took a close look.
i cant say this is for the best but my god im feeling like im such a fucking mess.
i know well make it in time but were here now.
unless we can really digest the mess we made for our little isolated worlds
well never change.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: nowwhoutthink]
#13239448 - 09/24/10 04:45 AM (1 year, 8 months ago) |
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i just thought the list made it look coolhaha
- you wish i could sing better.
- and I wish you were more artistic.
- but there isnt much wecan do now.
- the ceiling is moving like an ocean.
- while im lying on the floor mockin a log floating ignorantly through the sea. your smile was all i had. youre gone and the cold wind is all thats left flowing around my ears and hair. we can sit alone all night just thinking about the past. you were crowded by friends that loved you. an acoustic guitar/ and an empty bag of drugs...its all ive got left. clocks are ticking and flowers are blooming while youre slowly dying.
we fly
right on by
through and through.
watch the sky.
wave goodbye.
through and through...
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: nowwhoutthink]
#13239456 - 09/24/10 04:50 AM (1 year, 8 months ago) |
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and it can only be love to leave such a sour taste in the mouth.
Id do anything to pack it all up and move out south.
so far away from the city lights and all the stupid lies.
they spew from your mouth like vomit from a drunken frat boy.
and it wont be a thing to me to call you a whore now.
youre always on the other side leaving me alone thinking how?
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#13240335 - 09/24/10 11:20 AM (1 year, 8 months ago) |
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song of myself.
the light behind a stained glass window
i wish to be that which is behind what inspires
i wish to be what makes the beauty
however unseen by the blinded eye of many
but how can a rose behind stained glass every really bloom?
every petal to fall will stay at my feet
never blow to the feet of others
never caress the world when the wind
picks me up, and my fallen beauty
beauty which was mine. to admit this is huge.
i possessed beauty.
no longer tainted by the hands of her betrayer.
my mother's new love found love on my skin.
in the caves of my being, in the waves of my hair
soaked with his water pouring down myself
naked within his grasp. helpless. alone.
but to her he was faithful. it was me who is
to be punished. my sinful lips should have stayed
sewn in silence. like a light summer breeze,
no whisps to be heard as your hair
ever so gently, is blown from your face.
exposing your eyes which glow from the sun
exposing your truths which hide behind your eyes.
your eyes cannot lie, and neither do my words
try telling her that. my words are lies
my heart is ice my intentions are selfish.
but then i dare you. look into my eyes
soft and warm, i promise. no lies, no harm
intended. i was answering questions, never
accusing. i was young. the word molested
never crossed my mind, it entered my ears
traveling from the mouth of the detective.
bulimia. something i would never consider
apparently something i didn't have to.
the pills the starving the binging the purging
the cutting the crying the writing the hate.
his hands gave him pleasure and left me with hate
then i found love and found beauty
like the whie out of a winter storm
causing fires in the fireplace
hot chocolate in the mug
blankets surrounding while arms hold on tightly
the comfort of another in the cold of the world
the beautiful cold. causing goosebumps to the skin
and tremors to the hands. a gust of freezing up your spine
is the farthest from hell you can get.
even the warm sun exposing the tears dwelling in my eyes
is more like hell than winters bitter storm
her snow fills the streets. covers the landscape in
a pure innocent white. untrotted in the night
until morning brings strangers, that scar her work.
but she still bears down, and recovers herself.
so strong and beautiful.
unlike the roar of the ocean each snowflake lays softly
and the sea hold demons and monsters and darkness
but then so do i. deep within. sometimes they escape
but so one day they can be eliminated
and only soft snow will dwell.
and for her and him and him and him and her
my love is never ending. never ceasing. not for a moment.
but my oceans are still not calm, and to save them from
drowning, i must get away. i must drain my sorrows
and then return to them, full of even more love
and health and example.
however full the world, without them it would be empty
there would be no point in living no need
for any light behind a stained glass window
without them, my eyes would be tied to my feet.
never really open to see, only open to move
pointlessly through life. aimlessly around.
going nowhere.
they love so i live.
a rose behind glass.
for now.
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heres something that started out as a poem, but then i thought itd be better as a song. i want to start composing the music for it soon.
its called Circles.
(Verse #1)
Staring at the sun
trying to see the reasons why.
I throw my soul into the endless sky.
And in my time of being pieced together and complete
I see all that exists inside of me.
(Chorus)x1
The world spins right under my feet.
Plans go unchanged on busy streets.
I float and pass through opened doors
and find sights id never seen before.
(Verse #2)
Feeling like no time has passed,
life's captured in your photographs.
Im thinking i could get stuck in with you.
And so its easy to pretend
If theres a start, there is no end
Like circles that you carefully once drew.
(Chorus)x1
(End chorus)x3
Oohhhh, and its over.
Oohhhh, over and over.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: apprentice.five]
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apprentice.five said:
I really like 'Graves of the Liars': I'm reading about the reign of Henry VIII right now and it reminds me much of it. You guys are all very good.
Thanks. I think some of the rhymes are a bit of a stretch... someone else commented that as well... but I like it very much.
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#13252293 - 09/27/10 02:35 AM (1 year, 7 months ago) |
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Arid is the climatic of an erratic addict
ambivalent and avidly manic
attacking crackling static
in addition to the mission
an immaculate nak at racking's
restocking his stash and he's dishing
words of wisdom like lets go fishing
efficiency is missing
and many wish to be kissing
than listen in the the written hissing
but he cant quick sipping
what the tip of his mits are gripping
post kicking hopelessness he'll host the most with bliss
wide armed and open fist
oceans of kosher & jovial notions
this is the zone that fits to fix homelessness
only it's owned by a misconstrued misfit
it's this
Edited by Crumpet (09/27/10 08:25 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#13262029 - 09/28/10 09:09 PM (1 year, 7 months ago) |
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scal'a'dac kit'cal'ag ni le'tar n puh le'das le'tak
kab stibe leppa smada
le'tab uth iyb desz'em eel'no synsh'o'ved ral'u'co
poch la'ir'air at'poc'e'leh det'morp'e'let cip'pks'e'dial'oak die ad'ipes
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#13272878 - 09/30/10 09:30 PM (1 year, 7 months ago) |
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Escalante
Mazes through sagebrush lead no where
Expert eyes signal towards a shy, nameless, clearing
Ivory moonlight guides our eyes through a featureless gap
Red walls surround us, lifeless rainbows reveal themselves
The midday sun could not penetrate this stone
Basking moonlight awakens the spires
Dancing for me as I lay
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Deekay]
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nice poem deekay. Nice pic too
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Amzy
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Deekay]
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oh flow on to the best place for you
flow on to the best place
energy cleanse
energy cleanse
schizophrenic stoner philosopher
zen healing with warm stones
a mans touch
a green feminist perspective
all the radiance of lifes youth, ase
oh world people, beings of present gifted in memory
vision
ini in natures magic calling phalanx
felicity's cat paw walk, tumbling between the scattered fallen branches
and such ilk which maketh this healing ground
goddess she does emanate, the power is mine
but there is no me
i am gone, there is no more water in the river
chance a spirit wandering did walk and rest abreast where waves
once did rave and weather
a shade of heather, the baskets of candy which have no purpose
the fairies shying away from the eye
oh, aye, I, the basement, these plants
afternoon sunshine window, burning through
i can't take my eyes off the screens
every where screens, mercury dreams, thermometer astronomer
oh whether get better
it must mean something
our souls have gone through something
i look into the doorknob
a thousand shadows fade away and the true me is revealed,
the order is not far off
the tao is indwelling yonato, somersaults, no salt, the feelings
between catnip and dynamic dance
the cloud warrior of peace in the mountain stance
vargo, vargo, wytipodating
these pathways, drawing forth, what had all been set forth, in her heart
she looked back, through art it had found reason
and so she died happy
the planets still align sometimes like the spirits of the past
and back and forth we sit and sway upon the looking glass
of consciousness
you must celebrate the cherandeer and the calip both
beginning ever from nothing, rising to a cape of complexity
and receding, they are more like oaks than anything
these monks of the schizophrenic school, where the theatre
has melded with the spirit of the life eternal, and brahman
rises again in the spirit mind, upon that field bountiful with mana
and that band, that circle medicine song
still building from windows out of leaking mouths, echoing streams
coming from the source, the water meant something
added to the smoke, maybe it was all steam, suddenly it was culinary
i waited several months in the bottom compartment of mags
with whatev, a bottle a loose leaf, offering unto the soma gods
where the hills are alive again speaking that ancient chant
no one hears, like stones we are, stone people, stone stoners
of the churning palm
rising, for care the herb is mostly of emptiness
the elixir is mostly of wonder at the simplicity
these are the amish of today, wandering among the world of whatever
the spirits take them as they do anyone and give what they can
i opened the windows today and smoked all my joints out in the middle of the street today
and played the far out music with the long grooves
it was just calling me to do, didn't seem to do much but ripple
the coolness in the air, your face everything, i wish they didn't know so much
my heart flies openly, naked and innocent
among the serious faces of reality, so from what dream is my home
or dreamland, hidden in the planes, it sprouts again from annals of stories
shaking even in the mind of the focused one
folk come and part like the leaves turning brittle, leaves and leaves all i see anymore
just to be that leaf, back there, i get there, the language in the lights
the butterflies, even the poetry has changed, the fireflies are still there
under that healing tree i sneak out at night and listen to the geese
oh flow on to the best place for you
flow on to the best place
it is true the sacrament is ourself is the life spirit eternal spirit
crystallized and alchemized memories wisdoms, gnosis
passed down through nature, the pomo teaches us when we come in on the way
growing ourselves, our own spirits ripe sprouting
with the written ness, coming in all designs and reaching to the truth, it rises and all heed unknowingly
the ways are still there for those who see with true eyes
the intent is pure and the self is filled, take it within
and let it heal you, the spirit of wanti returns, the mushroom villages, the system of elevation
on such a small level and yet, so spiritual, within that world,
we must only now again the fairy nature, reunite our peoples seeing that the truth is, we have all come here
born of stardust as consciousness and here we rest together around the wheel of time,
each fulfilling their divine part, when the knowing began to flow i didnt know it over took me and i tried to block it never doing so, where the poetry of the angels is sent thus forth
for i have died and so it comes through me, this is all heaven
all you see is the ness take it in, through the breathe, a thousand healing patterns
my existence is this, the spine of the universe, i travel, mending the fire pit
the stars, clouds wait in hidden wisdoms ever conversing, on levels i must look up
but up there in the heights of consciousness, where the soul is floaty,
i found myself among such distant realms, what truth exists behind closed sites? skating around
ice skating
you just have to trust it as it builds inside you break from the norm, though the pull you in,
stay free enough to go your own like the leaf, you cant throw them far they take their own path
spiralling and fluttering
there i said it, all this and sitting around, what is this story, this truth
the yoga in our bodies, kriyas, this sacred living book, pours out and i somewhere between the
moon and sun, its like an atom
maybe just one an atom so plain
maybe iron, stainless steel, such would be my fate, in an unlikely place, flowing freely now, but i will come to form
this knowledge is passed down, will it be changed ever it is made, errors and all, who will bother, who can ever really say they understand, true knowledge seems far away, when you take into account the sheer faith we live our lives from
but that basic faith and knowing is all we can do and it is why God made us, and through faith and love we are fulfilled, such is the way, the truth is wanti to me is that fulfillment born through the world and the story of its coming, hiding and appearance, like the magical lands of old are wont to do, it is a spirit, how to find again and cross awadwan, into the true, the pure land where buddhas of old have all come, and frolicked in truth, fulfilling the prophecies which made this universe
for it is true, all are divine vessels, and there is no coincidence we take these forms as we appear, the clear and intuitive usefulness of ourselves is always apparent, out there, where the voices may come, announced or not, maybe sleeping in, a shade of mood, like a different ray of sunshine just for you, why is there this universal love that surrounds me, for which my love goes everywhere like a dandelion in the wind well blown. I meet again the plants upon the paths travelled so long ago and now, from so many angles now and just beginner, deeper they beckon, wounded healer, this path, this love is for you and your heart big enough to share it and pass it on, and on through out existence such is the way with love like this, you have to find the right moment and then it goes, like a sail or a shooting star even.
and among all this, to this, we had come up with this thought and orgasmic world, the thoughts, that love, forlorned like rabbits randomly going this way and that, I find the top of the hill where I might have once sat, and smoke a joint, I just rolled half pepper mint and sage, half ganja, the ness smoke fills my soul, alive again I am, the silence of everything, I had entered into the promised land. Ah and they are here, the allies of truth and loving kindness and they are everywhere.
I don't think about life otherwise, I feel it for it has come over me, dawned, like the morning of a cosmic day, there meditating in the wood, where the fairies came to sing, there in small embers of the wisdom of bliss, is wanti entered now, and fallen out of, the, ebbing words of the priests, the pure open feeling just of now
ridiculous
nessecary
beautiful
spontaneous
like free form jazz,too much to care what it means, too much to have come this far
the sun is breaking through the leaves, who are laughing, leafing like jewels in the celestial truth of the
depths of the sky, where we sit, around the circle, I laugh crying, its been a while, that old spokane river,
bless the truth which brought this as it is, for it is not just what we see which is settled here, Pomo, blessing rise upon this land and in the hearts of us who are woven together in this mural the earth, universe, on the stars where our names are truer send us love that is clarity, resounding.
I know I am a fool, I wander and have settled down, half my life even lived, what use is there in this upon everything, a sigil a phrase, what use is there in this living?
the truth is, use or not its just the way, go with the flow, surrender to the truth,
god is like that it seems like, in all people one general direction, one trueness one thing shined through it was of such appearance it could not begin to be said for one would not even assume the need to mention it, but still, i guess i've just forgotten, alone out here, i can be myself, if death is chasing let it come, though maybe it will dawn on me again, to let the river through, but here i am wondering what does it mean and why
the truth is the reason is the doing of it, like our real names, they are so long we are always in the saying of them, so how could we ever really live in this way and answer so may questions in such a life at such a repeated basis, its crazy, the length of one day is much longer than they would lead you to believe maybe its time splicing or some such wierdness, as a worshipper of the goddess of nature, I fall in line with the seasons, though its true how can one even tell these days, so intertwined is everything, it is simply the mind, no the heart! (all of it?)
the elements!
possibly they are all different worlds we are going through and being destroyed and created endlessly within the goddess, born again and again
through that loving koan of existence, we voyage
possibly and through the alignment of time and adjustment certain, expression of self could be reached, the honey splattered across my tongue, man
but suppose i had said woman, and is there a woman,
the goddess is all of this and more, all this is your praise wanti is the tie dye lotus flower of a heart enlightened by the truth where that is born in the lifestream, i cry out that love! and it fills me, and i am transforming all the time, firinne, truth, love, solus, pomo, god, goddess, nature,
I am somewhere on the axis for the love is scattered there, love is the shaman, and no body speaks,
our language just crude wailing, yet tragically beautiful, in lew of feeling, the psychic knower
between us wanderings, this and that, who knows what is really the truth
it seems the bounds are easily set, where our beings are free, our energies are pure, those of the planet, those of living things, those of all kinds of things together, and of emptiness, nothingness, celestial truth,
just a flower before the temple, and I have not even entered yet, for it seemed like a tomb, and the mystics chased me out
so much was the ekstasis, so broad was the sun, the adventure is true reason, we navigators of the soul
appearing in the dreamtime, appearing everywhere equally, expounding a spiritually intense and blatant dharma
like the blazing warm of living, always there, add a voice
there we are the spirits, so filling you, and here this world, adawapayo, brings the bring and you go deep into the poetry of it, where there are the dreams and to cleanse love of this work, we weave, we weave, the healing growing, nature coming back, so big so small, steady and wise and fair
bless you and aigy thanks for what you do, given all a place and a way, we are recognized as we can be, we find our purpose in the small things
building up
rock on
earth unity
oh flow on to the best place for you
flow on to the best place
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circastes
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Amzy]
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Good stuff Amzy
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#13310143 - 10/08/10 06:20 PM (1 year, 7 months ago) |
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liberation
I like to fuck myself
and every one
from all possible directions
including the angle of
just not fuck at all
not around,
not anything
just shut the fuck up and
work.
love it if you do.
whatever comes.
feel this.
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psychedelic
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Aukikco]
#13310687 - 10/08/10 08:30 PM (1 year, 7 months ago) |
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Here's a poem I wrote about yabbies
Yabbies, yabbies.
yabbies yabbies.
yabbies,yabbies yabbies.
yabbies yabbies yabbies.
yabbies with their little grabbies
yabbies, yabbies, yabbies.
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iwasaClown
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#13313489 - 10/09/10 03:46 PM (1 year, 7 months ago) |
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Quote:
Crumpet said:
Arid is the climatic of an erratic addict
ambivalent and avidly manic
attacking crackling static
in addition to the mission
an immaculate nak at racking's
restocking his stash and he's dishing
words of wisdom like lets go fishing
efficiency is missing
and many wish to be kissing
than listen in the the written hissing
but he cant quick sipping
what the tip of his mits are gripping
post kicking hopelessness he'll host the most with bliss
wide armed and open fist
oceans of kosher & jovial notions
this is the zone that fits to fix homelessness
only it's owned by a misconstrued misfit
it's this
And Amzy, you're awesome.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: iwasaClown]
#13314323 - 10/09/10 08:32 PM (1 year, 7 months ago) |
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Thanks bro, no mention of my yabbie poem though?
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag] 1
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"human curiosities"
as if on a carousel
we held tightly on
as we spun
around around around
until we both let go
and came falling down,
together.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: lysergicide]
#13407959 - 10/29/10 06:48 PM (1 year, 6 months ago) |
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What is tantamount to the ending,
in this race always pretending,
and to a shallow life attending,
but never once amending,
for a past that's still offending,
and yet it begs for mending,
before an eternity of spending,
on this race always pretending.
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If life keeps asking you the same questions, you ain't learning the lesson.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Over]
#13470089 - 11/11/10 04:58 PM (1 year, 6 months ago) |
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ME
Who is me?
What is my freewill?
Is there such a thing?
Have I been trained since childhood to respond?
Do I have a choice?
Am I a mindless automaton?
One question I am not programmed to answer.
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"Part of me suspects that I'm a loser, and the other part of me thinks I'm God Almighty."
-John Lennon
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: EtheralDreamer]
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After a dose of some very pure manmade chemistry I was sitting at the piano bar surrounded by friends and great music. My mind wanders everywhere and nowhere. Through out the night I tranced out of my surrounding and would come back staring at pieces of paper (the piano requests slips) covered in my pure consciousness. Non linear pure expressions of feeling... (there were a few times i would stop mid thought and write a new one only to come back. I will note these spots and direct you should you wish to experience them as the universe gave them to me instead of a complete (lol) thought at a time) I have separated and numbered them according to each slip of paper.
I share these with anyone willing to jump down the rabbit hole and view the universe as I saw it...
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Beauty
How easy we forget
The awe of innocence
Our mind and body desensitized
Impossible to operate
Paralyzed by senses
Nothing remains but human understanding
So flawed, not designed for it all
Exposed it drives us mad
Evolution has given us armor
But in doing we embrace mere glimpses
Through a veil, ignorance our self defense
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Our math sets our laws
More dimensions are a certainty
Perhaps therein lie our souls
Not meant to experience
Not there for us
But oh the grace we miss (wrote "music" at this point)
It's all there, everyone's sculpture different
We chip away the pieces we can endure
Everyone's masterpiece different
Yet all lacking any resemblance to reality
But what does that mean?
Perception IS reality
In this world of monsters and men
MUSIC
If math describes all
And music is math
Perhaps a level of consciousness enriched
Every society worships with music
Universally universal (see note)
It shows the numbers that slip our mind
It shows the entirety of our existence
It is our unified theory badged in theater mask
note
Don't send radio waves for them, send music
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Chemistry = math employed as the device to inspire and dig deep. To give the tools to understand. Inject the decoder ring. The numbers to set us free from the box we cower in. Forced enlightenment. How silly we are to rely on words as a language. Such flaws. But it is all we are prepared to exchange.
4
Eyes
The window to our "souls"
Look close
It is like a fractal
The equation that makes us unique
A bar code assigned at birth
Perhaps our personality
Our "free will"
It is all there
Numbers
Too complex for comprehension
I understand I haven't a clue
5
Math is God
Language, our manmade antichrist
Pushing us to perpetual ignorance
With words we condemn our selves to never achieve enlightenment
Social small talk draws us as moths to flame
The devil is seductive
6 (this one started as a note to my buddy but i just kept going)
Think of the drugs Hawking would have made if he chose to be a chemist. Sober and handicapped he boggles our minds. To turn his understanding into chemicals we would see God. Oh how horrific that true understanding is to us. When I play with madness.
7 (this one was a note I passed)
Sorry I'm not very fun socially right now. I'm barely here. Traveling the halls of my mind taking inventory. Conducting an appraisal of my understanding. Of my reality.
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Think about the natural beauty of the math in a wave.
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Life is so overwhelming
It's utterly mind boggling
We have adapted to deal with so much
Sadly the price comes at dwelling in the shallow end
Amazement surrounds us as we write it off
Not in our budget
Misers of comprehension
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Wondering about downers.
If they slow your body then they should extend your mind.
The chemistry would last longer.
Atropine...10 Bpm...Shallow breaths
Perhaps pushing through the midnight hour our mind and soul give up and regrasp our anchor?
Blow our bubbles and climb in
Recreating the simplicity of the womb
11 (about alcohol)
Even assuming the drink extends
Is it worth the blur?
It erases detail
Our escape pod and refuge of sanity
Closing our minds, a safety net
Even fewer things perceived
Another lifeboat for the escape of spotlighted subtitles
Blinded we can cope with a piece
The whole puzzle too horrific to construct
12 (notes started by a lyric from a song that was being performed)
Where the whiskey and wine chases our blues away...
Therefore blues = unbuffered grim reality in our view
A clear shoot on sight for our human nature to seek simplicity
13 (on the conversations going on around me)
I only half understand these spoken words.
So shallow and simple.
Don't need the data.
Just the single checksum.
That number IS the conversation.
Math.
Our universe demands it.
14
Where am I?
Have I traveled?
I left a shade so they won't suspect
But my mind wanders
It probes the universe
Cutting the tether to the mundane
That, our closely embraced anchor
It keeps us fixed in the storm
Archaic understanding our refuge
Exploration strikes pure terror
Better to live in a bubble
Than a house without control
Here be dragons
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"Part of me suspects that I'm a loser, and the other part of me thinks I'm God Almighty."
-John Lennon
Edited by EtheralDreamer (11/11/10 05:03 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: EtheralDreamer]
#13475546 - 11/12/10 06:36 PM (1 year, 6 months ago) |
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wrote this a long long time ago........ in the midst of fighting my own spiritual revolution, I was called "Sigyn" back then (smile)
Since penning this poem, I've tried sharing it with others, but its meaning always seemed to fall on deaf and ignorant ears.
Somehow, I think people here might actually get it :p
New Moon Blues
If only to Quell where the Fire Resides,
I would Run to the Ocean and Dive Inside.
Let the Salted water Wash me Clean,
Purify my Heart and inner Esteem.
Into the Darkness I will Creep with the Tide,
Sit on the Bottom and the Light Die.
Born again into a better Institution,
If Only I could be part of the Solution.
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Advance Notice: If you see that I'm ignoring you, then it is caused by one of two things....
1) You're boring or 2) I forgot to take my Adderall.
There's a Fungus Among Us and I call him Phred
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: EatShiitake]
#13476418 - 11/12/10 10:37 PM (1 year, 6 months ago) |
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pull me in to a pinnacle estate
so manic climacteric's wont exacerbate the minimal
add another diamond in the mind of the clinical
principles poking at ya poor sore eyes
typical how watered eyes can cauterize the sort of guys
pitiful when caught out with quarts
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
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StaleShrooms
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#13491944 - 11/16/10 08:37 AM (1 year, 6 months ago) |
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Everytime I see my girlfriend she has something she made for me. I guess she produces art at a much faster rate than me. the last thing i gave her was a drawing i did for her that turned out kinda scary and dark. not at all how i feel about her. I'm a lot better with words though (i think), so i set out to write a poem for her, and this is it.
Tracks
in the sticky dim, under stars
two roaring voices
attached to trains
fuel each others lights in the dark
shining brighter in company
vibrant and blinding
parallel and immanent
revel in each other as we pass by
and if your light fades with distance
I will bend these rails
and come back for you.
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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.
~William S. Burroughs
Edited by StaleShrooms (11/16/10 09:02 AM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: StaleShrooms]
#13498550 - 11/17/10 01:16 PM (1 year, 6 months ago) |
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Very nice EtheralDreamer.
And what kind of thangs does your girl make, StaleShrooms?
Here is yet another one i wrote in jail.
When thoughts entice the mind
And flood its rivers full.
When backward clocks unwind
And gently start to pull.
A magic feeling is aquired
Sending shivers down the spine.
Although abstract, it is admired
Even by material driven kind.
An unmatched burst of ecstacy
Gives greater meaning to existence.
Overwhelmed by sweet serenity
Eternal life is but a distance
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Edited by iwasaClown (01/16/11 12:48 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: iwasaClown]
#13499200 - 11/17/10 03:30 PM (1 year, 6 months ago) |
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Quote:
iwasaClown said:
Very nice EtheralDreamer.
And what kind of thangs does your girl make, StaleShrooms?
Here is yet another one i wrote in jail.
When thoughts entice the mind
And flood its river full.
When backward clocks unwind
And gently start to pull.
A magic feeling is aquired
Sending shivers down the spine.
Although abstract, it is admired
By the most materialistic kind.
An unmatched burst of ecstacy
Gives greater meaning to existence.
Overwhelmed by sweet serenity
Eternal life is but a distance
She draws mandalas mostly, and she made me a hemp bracelet . Any thoughts on my poem? Just wether or not its sucks or makes any sense is all i'm looking for. (I havent written poetry in a while and I'm just recenly getting back into it so I want to know if its relatable or makes any sense).
dude, first four and last four lines in your poem literally gave me chills. I like it a lot. I'm not sure what its about but I got the general vibe of just warm memories. Like its about remembering something fondly?
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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.
~William S. Burroughs
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: StaleShrooms]
#13504125 - 11/18/10 01:35 PM (1 year, 6 months ago) |
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Quote:
StaleShrooms said:
She draws mandalas mostly, and she made me a hemp bracelet . Any thoughts on my poem? Just wether or not its sucks or makes any sense is all i'm looking for. (I havent written poetry in a while and I'm just recenly getting back into it so I want to know if its relatable or makes any sense).
dude, first four and last four lines in your poem literally gave me chills. I like it a lot. I'm not sure what its about but I got the general vibe of just warm memories. Like its about remembering something fondly?
Your poem is great man, i really liked it. I'm sure your girl liked it.
The only thing was i got a little confused when i read the line "revel in eachother as we pass by"
I just don't know who's passing who by.
And thanks for liking my poem, I'm glad it gave you that reaction.
It's really just about a very nice trip i had on mushrooms
and remembering the moment where i was in complete bliss, just being..breathing..existing.
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Edited by iwasaClown (11/18/10 01:43 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: iwasaClown]
#13504142 - 11/18/10 01:40 PM (1 year, 6 months ago) |
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I feel like the wind soaring around the mountaintops.
I feel like joy in essence.
I wish for a simpler time.
I wish for peace of mind.
I want to be the one to say,
Let’s everyone of us live for today.
What if we all agreed to live,
In a world that could be understood?
Let’s fly to the moon,
And look back down,
Maybe then you will truly see,
Who it is you are destined to be.
So, if one day the wind should stop,
And the joy of life seems to dull,
Be the one who tried to save,
The last thing left living for.
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Let the first step be one you believe in, and the second one might be profound.
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feedback is appreciated [Re: Aser]
#13548929 - 11/27/10 02:57 PM (1 year, 5 months ago) |
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Warm Wall
At first it's the worst.
It is softer after
It’s over after, It's only after...
It just so happened to be there
It just so happened to be better.
See silver as a colour.
Slipping sand,
theres a way to make it stay.
Holding hand,
the way it looks that way.
A necessary step,
Hard to forget.
Creatures even after death.
Preserving a practise.
The sick and the healthy don't mix.
Hardly even have a good idea
Ambivalent emotion.
Dissolve division.
It isn't, again.
Like a mystery that won't reveal its self.
Heroes. Heretics. Hired Hell employees.
Scizzors in the sink.
Ultimately so sensitive.
Save it for someone special.
People in Japan have the same idea man.
Understanding is moving on.
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Is it not an excuse to find fright not at night?
Days sleep away, inside myself I remain hidden.
When terror is within the mind, the mind horrified paces uncontrollably.
Paranoid pondering thus penetrates perception.
The long since denied sense of security which lays in the ability to reason
Is temporarily distorted by consuming irrationality.
Just something I wrote years ago describing an anxiety attack.
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Crumpet
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postumous gunner bang bang show no mercy to the wanna be runners
fucking fist fuck your face with the facts
bring it back to the archaich ways of the pre jurasic paralax
attack your freakin primate state to relate to the crap
sold in the kite steam - bite or just write and rejoin the rip tight team
clean and ready to get wet - so when i get wrecked i jet - better yet
i take flight - almighty as the hierachy sabotage plight
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#13695209 - 12/28/10 08:31 AM (1 year, 4 months ago) |
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"Firing Squad"
Crooked backs forced
Upon quadrille wall
Silent reflections
Stagnation
Then fall
This short poem is over 6 years old, but it recently resurfaced in my life and I'm going to create some art to go with it.
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Live free or die.
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Crumpet
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Re: feedback is appreciated [Re: WoodsCall]
#13709505 - 12/30/10 11:29 PM (1 year, 4 months ago) |
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Cost you much? Trusting the rush to fold in unjust?
hush the fears crush, posthumous
The clutch the ruts key fraught with forgery
trust you much?
Montage minds eyes, calamity conglomerate
stagnate manikins, the tableau caberae
Audit plaudit, pry in prion, primitive equity
Surmise plebiscite bullseye
You choose bellicose, Ra knew
Ambrosia symbiosis hosts this
Endure the solution via fiotura locution
Heteromorphic piecemeal
be still till ramadan feats kill
Each meal perturbed by pyrrhic sanctity
Emerge surreptitiously and try thalasothearopy
Handed a theandric plan, slam the gunjabell
An entrepreneur at this aural guttural
An indenture in your formal free for all
Hence the tense indefensible set trends
Why are we asked to stick to this prolix?
This monolithic logorrhoea
Ochlocracy rhymester risque
The synachy Valediction of truculence
Purgatory via all elements
Neutralize prolemic pyretic poetics
Not gonna let it get down to an underground epidemic
Raucous causes cloud around
Sea meets sky and it's about to start pounding down
Loosing patients to this ancient renaissance
Avidly ravenous rubbing up static fulmination
Back to nature got a plantigrade occupation
Whats the reason for trees n birds & bees?
Peas beans & other greens fiend these
If mits grip this fatitical riddle it'll be
hay diddle diddle grab your fiddle
fazzled little piggys in the middle
go razzmatazz, glad to have
enough to suffice this written wish list
perdurable in it's rigorous tight shift
gravity addicts and holistic protagonists
lead a legion to phlogenisis
oleaginous regions commence seminiferous
seeing as im fricative and relish a lyrical relic
i shmicken and embellish this empirical psychadelic
un critical non collisional ethical epic
peptic hectic key keen to be Delphic
Crumpet
Edited by Crumpet (01/05/11 02:47 PM)
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Re: feedback is appreciated [Re: Crumpet]
#13714002 - 01/01/11 04:28 AM (1 year, 4 months ago) |
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Something I wrote in HS... partially as a joke to see if my English teacher would try to derive some "deep meaning" from it... but I ended up enjoying writing it. Basically about seasonal change/love poem. I was pretty much trying to copy John Donne. Obviously failed miserably lol. That guy's the best poet of all time with E.E. Cummings close behind IMO. No one else should ever bother trying.
Gaze
The crimson Orb doth shine on its upward path
Manifold dying shear Tongues chase an arclite-shaft
A Blazon’d in the Northern sky for aught to see
Aye, but tis Naught nor but silt next to thee
Autumn’s Aurora ‘shrines its last wretchèd loom
The singèd eyes of the Beholden do consume
Bloodred corpses have painted what ere were green
But match’d with thine Eyes, immortal beauty be but fiend
The steeliee rapiers of nature’s torpor foal
Shrieking ghoul winds part the morbod whole
Staggered Ancients guard the secreted swoon
Silent lids watching below my Funeral Moon.
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Re: feedback is appreciated [Re: NoxNoctum]
#13715331 - 01/01/11 01:40 PM (1 year, 4 months ago) |
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The white swan
serenely drifts
into the fog
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Crumpet
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it's not that chummy on an Oedipus revolt
this truculence got funny when it sounds like mind control
booze choosed bellicose, pineal assault
they hide in the gaps waiting for me too fall
they clock on n clock off
i plot along when im not aloft
they get up on downers for a lack of truth then flop the lot
when the cluey blued truly sources food there un accustomed of
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Re: feedback is appreciated [Re: Crumpet]
#13725828 - 01/03/11 04:03 PM (1 year, 4 months ago) |
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“Hidden Forbearers of the cosmos.
They flourished before any particles,
Their matter casting rays of light through the oblivion,
Illuminating the young oceans of emptiness.”
This is what the elderly man said,
Before lighting his pipe and abrading his grizzled beard.
Bone white rings of smoke blended in with the fire’s own,
And the smell of burning pine and aged tobacco filled the night air.
His fables of ancient and hidden cultures lured the curiosity of my youth.
Tales of their worship of the void and their forbidden rituals fascinated me.
Forgotten civilizations who communed in hollowed stone pillars.
Crimson waves of uncharted waters clashing against the structures,
Saturating the ethereal minerals that they were formed from.
Vines of hieroglyphic bejeweled woods climbed up the pillars,
Granting means of accessibility to the otherwise impenetrable objects.
Wooden bridges conjoined each individual rock mast,
Forming a disturbing of plexus of cryptic architecture.
Apertures of questionable materials were located on each stone tower.
On them were primordial carvings of nightmarish beings,
Monstrosities of epic terror that were unrevealed to the sane world.
Perhaps they were worshiped idols?
Could the pillars have been built to admire feared gods?
I asked my aged accomplice his source of such copious details.
One could not simply fabricate such awe-inspiring tales without influences.
His arms quivered from the night cold,
Or was it deep imbedded fear?
With a toke of his wooden pipe,
He began to tell me of how he was once a navigator,
A profession that required rigorous journeys to undocumented waters.
His career required him to search for landscapes and unmarked islands,
And provide the recorded data to cartographers.
Storms of immense strength were common at sea,
Yet the crew of the ship he abided in knew how to function under the extremes,
Even though none could have guessed their ultimate impending doom.
A rouge wave from the cold heart of the ocean,
Approached the portside of the vessel one night,
Like an unforeseen assassin from the depths of the aqueous abyss.
Walls of water like diamonds overwhelmed the wooden hauls,
And the interior was overflowed with salt water,
Drowning all who dreamed in their cabins that night.
The top decks were cleared of all inhabitants,
Who were thrown by the forces of the wave into the night.
My friend awoke the next morning,
Afloat on a fragmented piece of the ship,
He drifted into an unknown direction for three days and nights.
On the third night, his eyes widened at what he observed,
The stone pillars- reaching for the stars,
Like hands of those wanting the knowledge of a virgin universe.
Bellowing chants echoed across the sky,
Seeming to come from the stone pillars.
Yet nothing could prepare his sanity for what he heard next.
From a remote distance away,
Absent from his vision,
The odious howls of unseen behemoths came forth.
He imagined their appearances.
Visions of colossal beings whose heads dispersed the clouds,
And whose feet splintered the hardest crusts of the earth’s surface.
He breathed heavily,
Shaking the eeriness that came over him as he described his peril.
Everything after the sounds of the giants was forgotten,
He tells me.
I know he lies,
But I do not ask him to venture further.
His sanity may be saved by the absence of those memories.
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Crumpet
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Here's a poem off of an album by an Australian DJ named plutonic lab. A personal favorite of mine so I thought I'd share...
Living grows around us like a skin, to shut away the outer desolation
for if we clearly marked the furthest deep, we should be dead long years before the grave
but turning around within the holy shell of worry, and discontent
we grow and flourish, and rarely see the outside dark that would confound our eyes
Some break the shell, I believe there are those who push their fingers through the brittle walls
They look both out and in
And through this cruel slit, they stare out among the cinders of the world with naked eyes
Knowing themselves, and too much El's besides
Sends chills up my spine often
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Re: feedback is appreciated [Re: Crumpet]
#13727675 - 01/04/11 12:02 AM (1 year, 4 months ago) |
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my brain is a fog
that my mind
cant drive through
I throw on the lights
but the haze seeps into
I try to relax
but what am I to do
when im driving through fog
and my mind says fuck you
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harf
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Re: feedback is appreciated [Re: masterharf]
#13730348 - 01/04/11 03:27 PM (1 year, 4 months ago) |
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Deviation of a parable roll
the satirical surpent in a sodom hole
sodden obbligato, an omnivorous Geronimo
a crustose husk hutching the grotto
Not an ockerdom quarreling an odalisque
but a sematic attractor on a pedicle to fish
A semibold simplice on an Oedipus revolt
A discountenance if it's not an apple catapult
Neither a disunion nor dissonant enshroud
It's an exigent theorem of a sagacios flout
Keratose iconoclast, the contradiction of injudicious
An odious ominous crack at the iniquity of insidious
Venus and mars between us are bars in an oncogenes class
omniscient and effectual
Renascent the regnant, renditional requiem
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NoxNoctum
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Re: feedback is appreciated [Re: Crumpet]
#13730527 - 01/04/11 03:55 PM (1 year, 4 months ago) |
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Yo weed is the shiz.
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Blondell_Letrange
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This vision/illusion
premature, we incubate
sickly wanton hothouse blooms,
juxtaposed with insidious prickle...
our exposed oozing cores
bind...
mingle,
the pus and treachery of past lives.
And with tenuous understanding,
by the way of
our fragile utopian designs.
Thrown haphazardly,
into conjuring.
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Crumpet
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Thankyou much your just enough
but it sux to be juxtapose to accrue whats just not just enough, construe?
mooving through to a new drew drop
measurments of resin are sure to crop mops
knocking on a trap door
rocking on a see saw
dropping jaw jargen
winding like a siren
with an eye on the one tiring minus the tyre ring plus
whats just just enough
fuckyou much
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Re: Hothouse blooms [Re: Crumpet]
#13736188 - 01/05/11 03:41 PM (1 year, 4 months ago) |
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red balloons
you constrict the flow
and float like red balloons,
inflating, dazing, dozing
on the way to the moon
i capture the glow
like a goddess bound by fear,
astral sensations sprawling
and burning up the atmosphere
when i inflict my kisses
you scream so serpentine,
guttural growls of passion
being brazenly unleashed
in heavenly gasps and groans
the oxygen slows, depletes,
your lips locked and swollen
from sucking up my dreams
your fireheart pops, explodes,
deflating lazily in the breeze,
my fever burns so brightly
while sleep with me sings the sea
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aint no blood in my body, its liquid soul in my vein
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Crumpet
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i like your kind junkyardgod
pleased to please
flustered up on mitosis lust
i wrote this in and bestowed it in the scuttlebutt
so all who anchored would jettison the clusterfuck
must i trust the lust ruts knuckle down
just enough to encrust my blunt inverted crown
what a steal, im outstanding in my field
like a scare crow who's never known much other than a weathering shield
peel me in to the shin kicking thin soil
boil up another hot shot in the pot
clock off, im knocking off the knock offs
not a drop off a cloud to enshroud the coming truculence
truth be fenced in by the oncoming crowd
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iwasaClown
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Re: Hothouse blooms [Re: Crumpet]
#13741033 - 01/06/11 11:44 AM (1 year, 4 months ago) |
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Here's (another)one i wrote in jail.
Fear has taken captive every hope
Strangled off the light with it's dark rope
Uncertainty and doubt rise to the surface
Malignant tribes of lies impose their service
Misery's grey hands sharpen an old dagger
And slice off all the little things that matter
In pools of red so drowns the living spirit
A bitter sense of grief does love inherit.
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if your 555, im 666
gracefully cut n past instillation to lase to nations their placed
ape faced men adore the minotaur souring eye
bulls push n pull the cry of harikari dynasty plight
white to black the reprisal flat lined
insight the dining four pronged shiitake
while i climb the hypnogogniac flack jacket
on cron the crap got slapped and cracked the slack backwards
best to be tightend foe
i roast your host just typing bro
swipe the the sorta astral flight short
rewrite to the troglodyte astronaut
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Re: Hothouse blooms [Re: Crumpet]
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Here is a really special one, written in a time of great loneliness / introspective contemplation. I call it, "Everybody has a Penis."
Everybody has a Penis.
He has his,
She has his,
But some of us need a Pussy, too.
Yes, everybody has a Penis.
Stuck on Mars,
Take me to Venus,
So badly need a Pussy, it's true.
Thank you.
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nar mar mar
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Quote:
iwasaClown said:
Here's (another)one i wrote in jail.
Fear has taken captive every hope
Strangled off the light with it's dark rope
Uncertainty and doubt rise to the surface
Malignant tribes of lies impose their service
Misery's grey hands sharpen an old dagger
And slice off all the little things that matter
In pools of red so drowns the living spirit
A bitter sense of grief does love inherit.
Do you reckon you found greater creativity when in jail?
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The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#13770119 - 01/11/11 04:10 PM (1 year, 4 months ago) |
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crickets cry
the circus train
rolls away
into a lake of pain
lick the fingers
of a sungraced hand
trace the path
across the land
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Re: Hothouse blooms [Re: Sheeno]
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Quote:
Sheeno said:
Quote:
iwasaClown said:
Here's (another)one i wrote in jail.
Fear has taken captive every hope
Strangled off the light with it's dark rope
Uncertainty and doubt rise to the surface
Malignant tribes of lies impose their service
Misery's grey hands sharpen an old dagger
And slice off all the little things that matter
In pools of red so drowns the living spirit
A bitter sense of grief does love inherit.
Do you reckon you found greater creativity when in jail?
Thanks.
And YES. Jail is where i actually started writing.
Having all the time in the world to get into myself
is what really helped. No work, no bills, no distractions.
It was the lowest point in my life, but i chose to
make the best of it.
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I was having a bit of fun the other night:
Quickly now, the night grew with filling foxholes, filling with the enemy of darkness, and piercing green eyes. Stronger, it flexed its muscles – behold, light's bane – the decay of the sun! Rotting in the solar system beyond sight, while the creatures of the night take heed to the cool black blanket. It is time for the reign of the supernal, of the beings of dusk and darkness. The sky has descended to Earth. The toothless wanderers; the spider-kind, the moth, the beetle – their jaws are clawed, hideous beings they are... and yet so perfect in their hideousness. From whence do they come? From the fountain of nature, which cares not for the subjects in its great dream. Merely springing forth the victims and the victors into a fray formed of day's decay. Mingling, matching, and some unmatched. Such a powerful disgrace. But alas, can't you see it is just my human eye contorting the picture? These creatures, spinning their webs, scurrying to and fro, ultimately are so sublime – almost impossible. Nature, the mother of the impossible plays with its figurines. And this night a tear drop falls from the edge of a leaf, to stream down the cheek of a precipice. How Nature loves to keep its subjects on edge! This play, this terrible, evil play, will spill over into a mammalian day, but these words are so human! The forest has its own language. It speaks in something far exquisite to the human tongue, and all in all, it has its fun. What can I say? I pray on my porch for the cry of day, but here I miss the sleeping beauty. What really happens out there? It's not mine to be sure, but it is of my essence, man is made but from clay. Slither me this! A bite of preposterous pain, all in vain, shrieks the cell in my vein. Wreaking havoc, reeking of bacterial pestilence, oh my, can't you see, I am divided the matter of Nature, it is such a mess, my guess, really, but what say THEE?
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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A Lunar seeker, drifting away. Palm exposing, retracting divinities glow. Onward growing. Ludic faces casting out melodies from an approaching vessel. Warm air caressing cool colors, low tides refracting dim lights, watching own spirits guide celestial voice. Standing sea side.
Love to share.
Stay with me here,
Suspending selves thorough Rheas’ care.
Dissolving self-images
Nothing to bear.
Not one, not a soul, to displace us
Together weaving dreams, circumfusing the soul with demiurgical vision.
Standing sea side, rattling with life. Lifted out of this shell game which has held me captive long enough. Transposing with the outside, pouring in through every side. Infinitely stretched as gods return to trace us.
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If there were no rewards to reap,No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,I certainly would've walked away by now.
Gonna wait it out.
If there were no desire to heal The damaged and broken met along
This tedious path I've chosen hereI certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may ... (sigh) ... I still may.Be patient.
I must keep reminding myself of this.
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Congruent species within the gravitational prospector, titillating deepest within the oracles.
Schematics collapsed for a necessary relapse.
Opaque now diminished,
translucence now begun.
Interarticular shadows emitting voices,
reverberatory webs primordially ingested before given choices.
Evolutionary attainment to return to source.
The crescentic negations of self, now reduced to none,
as transparency is brought forth expressing the inner artists gun.
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If there were no rewards to reap,No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,I certainly would've walked away by now.
Gonna wait it out.
If there were no desire to heal The damaged and broken met along
This tedious path I've chosen hereI certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may ... (sigh) ... I still may.Be patient.
I must keep reminding myself of this.
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Crumpet
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Lucy was in the kitchen with the air vent on full
Jason the free mason came a running in with a candle in his hand
every time the egg timer sounded Lucy would click her fingers and take another deep breath
How in Krakatoa's name did this happen said jason
I was playing mouse trap with our little Kattie and, and...
And what? replied Lucy
And. BAM! They were abruptly interrupted by the sound of the pressure cooker lid exploding off from across the room.
Jason quickly shielded Lucy in his 20L pressure cooker covering embrace
The next minute Kattie walked in to find two glass eyes and eye patch sitting in the bowl on her high chair.
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Re: Hothouse blooms [Re: Crumpet]
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intertwined
we came together in a crash
where breaths were blasted away
far beyond body’s reaching grasp
to float aimless in the atmosphere
suddenly you breathed right into me
into lifeless lungs filled with ash
i felt your lips so alive and free
your tongue so wet and piercing
twisting in you dove so deep
till we tore apart like a lightning flash
thunder roared but i didn’t look back
to the strike of your beckoning voice
mesmerizing, mighty and freezing
conquering all of my fragile feelings
all my heartache slowly fleeting
to the moment i first saw you
and i swear i turned to ice
but your feverous eyes burned so bright
melting all the moisture away
infernos evaporating the messy fray
and there i stood with mouth open wide
recklessly loving you who intersects
your path so tenderly onto mine
loving so slow but sure to infect
till the moment we intertwine
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aint no blood in my body, its liquid soul in my vein
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Quote:
circastes said:
I was having a bit of fun the other night:
Quickly now, the night grew with filling foxholes, filling with the enemy of darkness, and piercing green eyes. Stronger, it flexed its muscles – behold, light's bane – the decay of the sun! Rotting in the solar system beyond sight, while the creatures of the night take heed to the cool black blanket. It is time for the reign of the supernal, of the beings of dusk and darkness. The sky has descended to Earth. The toothless wanderers; the spider-kind, the moth, the beetle – their jaws are clawed, hideous beings they are... and yet so perfect in their hideousness. From whence do they come? From the fountain of nature, which cares not for the subjects in its great dream. Merely springing forth the victims and the victors into a fray formed of day's decay. Mingling, matching, and some unmatched. Such a powerful disgrace. But alas, can't you see it is just my human eye contorting the picture? These creatures, spinning their webs, scurrying to and fro, ultimately are so sublime – almost impossible. Nature, the mother of the impossible plays with its figurines. And this night a tear drop falls from the edge of a leaf, to stream down the cheek of a precipice. How Nature loves to keep its subjects on edge! This play, this terrible, evil play, will spill over into a mammalian day, but these words are so human! The forest has its own language. It speaks in something far exquisite to the human tongue, and all in all, it has its fun. What can I say? I pray on my porch for the cry of day, but here I miss the sleeping beauty. What really happens out there? It's not mine to be sure, but it is of my essence, man is made but from clay. Slither me this! A bite of preposterous pain, all in vain, shrieks the cell in my vein. Wreaking havoc, reeking of bacterial pestilence, oh my, can't you see, I am divided the matter of Nature, it is such a mess, my guess, really, but what say THEE?
That's fucking beautiful man. Delicious writing!
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Trivial, life is trivial.
A question begs for an answer.
But no no one can answer the questions I seek.
Failure and damnation,
Everyone is hesitant to speak.
I seek a new beginning, one that will lead me away,
from a gray world filled with death and decay.
I hate this world and wish it would end,
time stands still while we all pretend.
Nature's universe.
Hope is a angle filled with a quandry.
Love and protect while death fills me.
Alive and well but the time will come,
when i'm dead and buried and find the existence that will come.
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These are some of the first song lyrics (maybe) that I've ever attempted to write. Usually I write music to a singer's lyrics and melodies, so I have no idea if this is any good. I wrote it all in one go, probably need to change rhythm and # lines and thangs. What do you all think?
A ghost wind licks the lighter's flame
You shivered by the river
But I, I never felt a thing
I don't even know
What Love is
I thought you'd show me
Won't ever be free
And your gypsy eyes
Look like infinity
So I drink into the night
You don't bother me at all
Inhale, exhale
It don't bother me at all
Nothing can bother me at all
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Edited by CarnivalBarker (01/27/11 07:06 PM)
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circastes
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Quote:
junkyardgod said:
Quote:
circastes said:
I was having a bit of fun the other night:
Quickly now, the night grew with filling foxholes, filling with the enemy of darkness, and piercing green eyes. Stronger, it flexed its muscles – behold, light's bane – the decay of the sun! Rotting in the solar system beyond sight, while the creatures of the night take heed to the cool black blanket. It is time for the reign of the supernal, of the beings of dusk and darkness. The sky has descended to Earth. The toothless wanderers; the spider-kind, the moth, the beetle – their jaws are clawed, hideous beings they are... and yet so perfect in their hideousness. From whence do they come? From the fountain of nature, which cares not for the subjects in its great dream. Merely springing forth the victims and the victors into a fray formed of day's decay. Mingling, matching, and some unmatched. Such a powerful disgrace. But alas, can't you see it is just my human eye contorting the picture? These creatures, spinning their webs, scurrying to and fro, ultimately are so sublime – almost impossible. Nature, the mother of the impossible plays with its figurines. And this night a tear drop falls from the edge of a leaf, to stream down the cheek of a precipice. How Nature loves to keep its subjects on edge! This play, this terrible, evil play, will spill over into a mammalian day, but these words are so human! The forest has its own language. It speaks in something far exquisite to the human tongue, and all in all, it has its fun. What can I say? I pray on my porch for the cry of day, but here I miss the sleeping beauty. What really happens out there? It's not mine to be sure, but it is of my essence, man is made but from clay. Slither me this! A bite of preposterous pain, all in vain, shrieks the cell in my vein. Wreaking havoc, reeking of bacterial pestilence, oh my, can't you see, I am divided the matter of Nature, it is such a mess, my guess, really, but what say THEE?
That's fucking beautiful man. Delicious writing!
Thanks dude! I love it when I get good feedback like that.
Sometimes I think I could do better if I went back over it and fixed the structure up, but it feels fradulent then, like there's no flow or life to correcting mistakes as there is to writing the whole thing at once.
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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CidneyIndole
I am the THREADKILLER
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It's almost 2 AM. I'm sitting here. Just sick of stressing. I'm alone in my own room cause I can't seem to learn my lesson. "It's not fair!" I yell at no one there, though wishing someone heard. But seeing how its futile, I should stifle every word.
And all along I keep forgetting one important fact.
The memories I hold so tight can only hold me back.
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Quote:
CidneyIndole said:
It's almost 2 AM. I'm sitting here. Just sick of stressing. I'm alone in my own room cause I can't seem to learn my lesson. "It's not fair!" I yell at no one there, though wishing someone heard. But seeing how its futile, I should stifle every word.
And all along I keep forgetting one important fact.
The memories I hold so tight can only hold me back.
I love the last sentence. Simple truth.
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Quote:
CidneyIndole said:
It's almost 2 AM. I'm sitting here. Just sick of stressing. I'm alone in my own room cause I can't seem to learn my lesson. "It's not fair!" I yell at no one there, though wishing someone heard. But seeing how its futile, I should stifle every word.
And all along I keep forgetting one important fact.
The memories I hold so tight can only hold me back.
Ahhh, this resounds within me...I feel it. Good stuff man.
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CidneyIndole
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You sidle up against my side,
Like never-really-meant-to-be
And serpent-tongued,
My siren sung,
‘till hollow hung my head
On memory’s still sepulchre
Broke bones of weary rest to dust
Vestigial hearts
Now beat apart
And never know another.
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CidneyIndole
I am the THREADKILLER
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All the works in this thread (by me, of course, lol) were written the day they were posted, usually unedited. The first one I put here was actually meant for the "freestyle" thread in the pub. haha. But it seemed a little too deep for over there. (Seems a little shallow for over here, though.)
I'm almost surprised I didn't get a comment on that last one. Some of my work I like, some I don't. Looking at that one again, there are some elements I like...
My poetry tends to be very short and unconventional.
I like using weird/tight rhyme/meter.
I like to play with words.
Sometimes I use little to no form.
One of the things I really like about poetry as an art is just how free it is. The most free, of the literary arts.
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CidneyIndole
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This is just something short I was playing with in my head while I was cleaning...
I got your box of macaroni.
But eating out on KY Jelly
was never quite the same with you away.
Despite the many incidents
and flavors of today.
And even though you kinda used me--
Saw right through you saw right to me
it was never quite the same with you away.
Despite the many elements
that all come into play.
(finished? haha)
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I am me. We are You.
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Mr. Middle
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#13999166 - 02/20/11 11:45 PM (1 year, 3 months ago) |
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This turned out to be a good thread.
Positions of the planets in the sidereal zodiac on 1/1/11:
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Mr. Middle]
#14011538 - 02/23/11 12:19 AM (1 year, 3 months ago) |
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Sundown
I am from soil,
farm country, and the outskirts of towns.
dust and dirt are plentiful.
My nostrils are black and feel terrible,
itching and scratching now its almost bearable.
I am from sunshine, and plum trees,
from garden spiders, blowing in the breeze.
I am from the paint on my walls,
To the white flying gulls.
I am from experiments,
made by the governments.
I am from liberty,
But feel I still need clarity.
I am from defiance,
From truth, and also science.
I am from pastures where horses roam,
I am from a loving home.
I am from death,
I feel my last breath.
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CidneyIndole
I am the THREADKILLER
Registered: 05/16/05
Posts: 2,080
Loc: Love's Secret Domain
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: DogDancing]
#14012059 - 02/23/11 04:51 AM (1 year, 3 months ago) |
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Quote:
DogDancing said:
Sundown
I am from soil,
farm country, and the outskirts of towns.
dust and dirt are plentiful.
My nostrils are black and feel terrible,
itching and scratching now its almost bearable.
I am from sunshine, and plum trees,
from garden spiders, blowing in the breeze.
I am from the paint on my walls,
To the white flying gulls.
I am from experiments,
made by the governments.
I am from liberty,
But feel I still need clarity.
I am from defiance,
From truth, and also science.
I am from pastures where horses roam,
I am from a loving home.
I am from death,
I feel my last breath.
Hm, there is something about this I like.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: CidneyIndole]
#14013301 - 02/23/11 11:38 AM (1 year, 3 months ago) |
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CidneyIndole, you inspired this one with your use of the word 'sepulchre' - hail!
It doesn't have a name yet...
when i sleep,
dripping forth deadly dreams
of primordial pagan lust,
my archaic insanity ascends the tomb,
the sepulchre of the moon
when i deteriorate,
corrode and bloodily inflate
towards the ashen atmosphere,
my ancient insanity ascends the stars,
the throne of mighty mars
when i die,
swallowed by the midnight sky,
embraced by transient nighttime,
my aching insanity ascends the sun,
the heart of my beloved one
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CidneyIndole
I am the THREADKILLER
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Loc: Love's Secret Domain
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: junkyardgod]
#14014609 - 02/23/11 02:47 PM (1 year, 3 months ago) |
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That was inspired by reading something I wrote?
I'm flattered.
Espeically since that's dark and dripping with imagery. haha
BTW there was recently a "poetry" thread in the pub if you missed it. Mainly meant to be "post poems you like by other poets" kind of deal, but OP welcomed our submissions, so being an a-hole a bunch of my stuff ended up in that thread. (Though in fairness I posted 3 works of others haha)
IDK, might put up some stuff later. I hate feeling like an attentionwhore, though, and I have enough of this stuff lying around to choke people.
haha
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Quote:
circastes said:
Quote:
junkyardgod said:
Quote:
circastes said:
I was having a bit of fun the other night:
Quickly now, the night grew with filling foxholes, filling with the enemy of darkness, and piercing green eyes. Stronger, it flexed its muscles – behold, light's bane – the decay of the sun! Rotting in the solar system beyond sight, while the creatures of the night take heed to the cool black blanket. It is time for the reign of the supernal, of the beings of dusk and darkness. The sky has descended to Earth. The toothless wanderers; the spider-kind, the moth, the beetle – their jaws are clawed, hideous beings they are... and yet so perfect in their hideousness. From whence do they come? From the fountain of nature, which cares not for the subjects in its great dream. Merely springing forth the victims and the victors into a fray formed of day's decay. Mingling, matching, and some unmatched. Such a powerful disgrace. But alas, can't you see it is just my human eye contorting the picture? These creatures, spinning their webs, scurrying to and fro, ultimately are so sublime – almost impossible. Nature, the mother of the impossible plays with its figurines. And this night a tear drop falls from the edge of a leaf, to stream down the cheek of a precipice. How Nature loves to keep its subjects on edge! This play, this terrible, evil play, will spill over into a mammalian day, but these words are so human! The forest has its own language. It speaks in something far exquisite to the human tongue, and all in all, it has its fun. What can I say? I pray on my porch for the cry of day, but here I miss the sleeping beauty. What really happens out there? It's not mine to be sure, but it is of my essence, man is made but from clay. Slither me this! A bite of preposterous pain, all in vain, shrieks the cell in my vein. Wreaking havoc, reeking of bacterial pestilence, oh my, can't you see, I am divided the matter of Nature, it is such a mess, my guess, really, but what say THEE?
That's fucking beautiful man. Delicious writing!
Thanks dude! I love it when I get good feedback like that.
Sometimes I think I could do better if I went back over it and fixed the structure up, but it feels fradulent then, like there's no flow or life to correcting mistakes as there is to writing the whole thing at once.
Well your getting more of that feedback u like. That was a trip to me, beginning to end. It all went together so seamlessly and it just painted such a vivid picture, keep up your vision.
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Jukon
blood on the canvas
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: dageo18]
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I dig this thread.
Time Lapse--
3 days, 72 hours, 4,320 minutes
and I'm going for seconds, but I'm
restless, several binges later my eyes
manage to escape from their sockets,
sunken into the depths of the hatred I have, for myself.
The uppers used to be enough to keep me
from drowning myself with liquor, smokey lungs
and slight self destruction. Am I alive?
Smoke made figurines lead the way,
inticed by the shine of her cherry red heels.
Capsule like body, hips of a different species,
and the way she seeps into my skin, making my sweat
repel, run, plan a secret rendezvous
with the hairs that use to stand up tall
closely surrounded by the goosebumps.
I've never been afraid of heights, but right now
I'm afraid of falling, crashing, sinking
into the ocean that swallowed my salty tears.
The ghosts that hide in the back of my mind
come at me like a tidal wave, breaking her greetings.
She rests at my feet, untying my shoes and as I
break free, and begin to run. There she is,
tears like fountains, and screams like a horror film.
Am I alive? We never expected to be torn apart
by the thing that brought us so close,
sewn together by common denominators and
factors that made us unique, our love solving
the root of every problem we faced.
Divine teachings, I took you, under the wings
I earned by guiding you through, the light.
And here we are, right back to the beginning
another sleepless night, a complete 180.
I'm tired of talking mathematics when it comes to
something more. Am I alive? If I was, I wouldn't be
letting you walk away, though you're stumbling.
Drunk from soaking away the sweat that you
came to love so much. Drunk from the tears
that you kissed away, on rainy nights.
The windows continue to play tricks, taunt me
with the memory of your shadow lurking,
behind the bushes I always neglected to trim.
I would get to those tomorrow, or the day after.
I know we both took the easy route, running
from the ones who would guide us the right way.
but, you have to say..it was a good ride while it lasted.
Although, you'll forever remain imprinted on me,
physically, the scars. Emotionally, the memories and
broken heart. I wouldn't change that for anything
because it's better to have loved and lost, than
to never have loved at all. And goddamn, I love
the monster. I...
love you.
(I am on many different rap battle sites, so yes this is MY original work. my names are jukon, kon, konquerer, kanvas, and/or konfluence)
Edited by Jukon (02/23/11 11:51 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: junkyardgod]
#14021288 - 02/24/11 04:41 PM (1 year, 3 months ago) |
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junkyardgod said:
CidneyIndole, you inspired this one with your use of the word 'sepulchre' - hail!
It doesn't have a name yet...
when i sleep,
dripping forth deadly dreams
of primordial pagan lust,
my archaic insanity ascends the tomb,
the sepulchre of the moon
when i deteriorate,
corrode and bloodily inflate
towards the ashen atmosphere,
my ancient insanity ascends the stars,
the throne of mighty mars
when i die,
swallowed by the midnight sky,
embraced by transient nighttime,
my aching insanity ascends the sun,
the heart of my beloved one
Good stuffs.
I typed up this really intense stuff that sort of expands on what I did in that last poem, but it's on a laptop that I don't think is in the house at the moment. When I get it back, I'll touch 'em up and share them.
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#14023619 - 02/25/11 12:05 AM (1 year, 3 months ago) |
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I am sane insanity. Anything less would be an insult. I wonder why I pull myself back in, but I know the answer. That's what I want, I need. I try to reach up, fight to get it back, but it's not sane at all. What I find when I reach up is a fraud, I only thought it to be real. For so long I've reached up, and touched fog, it's easier. With the real comes the pain, but the fraud hurts too. So which one do I choose? Being indecisive doesn't help. And getting excited at every sane insanity embarrasses it away. Then comes back pain, cause I see I cant meet that day. Even if, well future just looks worse. And if I have to start over, how can I live up to my first birth without the same worth, without a knowledgeable answer to my questions, without environments that hope. Then comes the question where's the end of the rope. Would scissors help. No one to answer but me, because that's a burden not for another. Answer is always no, but now I'm stepping on my own feet, no belt, pants fell, of course I'm tripping. Embarrassed again.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#14023680 - 02/25/11 12:21 AM (1 year, 3 months ago) |
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II
Rearrange the hearty spoon, face it broth-ward, leave alone the mystical tunes. Down goes the dial next to the table, in your ears rings a new fable. The waiter's eyes are from the future, deep inside some drug in her has sutured, wound of unlit modern days and finding pint in due deluge. Figure the spectrum like some unscientific instrument, bleed the frequency through your veins, let the spill mop up the fantastic skyward march to Heavenmore, make it chore and never bore. Hell's reach comes with the icy grip of depression, saluting the slipped pride from your jaw. Speak no more. Candle-lits and beauty-winds face the darkness like it was your past attempting to rendezvous with the present, seeing your headlights, and running off into the growing night. Big is he now! Ten feet tall, a man of mysterious hair length and dark boots unable to really control his terror at being Blackness. But there he goes with your foes and laughs drunkenly to day's death throes.
III
Free-seeking frog legs compartment the stellar huts on High Hill Way, sending shivers down the spine of Death and rusting its scythe to mere dust blown in Death's eyes, but He does not scream. Wasteful words seep down the megalith in the dusty sun and leave auxiliary light sources to behold the monument, one dedicated to planet Birth. The mind's eye grasps a gallery so lost within the psyche that beggars follow the thinker out, and coin drops from your mouth to speak them away. Consciousness is not key, but lock. The key is unknown, formless, somewhere lost in an estate behind a gnarling gate, locked again once by rust, twice by wind. The key melts in the presence of delusion, and drips away into the sewers of mind – the true culprit, the mutiny tool. The evil You can grasp with its deformed paws at the sewer's cover but never will delusion not send the key into the wretch.
V
Forcibly night came spinning down the spider's web, and in a flash she said, “Oh not the kingdom come of my kill be done, seven as it is eight my curse.” For she had not spun the criss-cross pattern of silky pearls, one by one strung around the flies hunting dung. It was not her fault she walked the Earth, only it seemed she has gleamed her loaf of bitter bites to unearth the stormy mankind. Nay, it is impossible to leave innocent, but on her cloak stains see the day and blood lay on the hay. Guilty, of a crime of consciousness-cremation. Desolation of the inward mouth swallowing her uncertain thrill, choking. Find me this: a kiss not conceivable, a dress not worth its weight in mould, and two dozen angles of the Rapture never before seen by human oculars, then begins and ends your frivolous play of running away. Welcome back, to a world of flesh-walking decay!
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The numbers that are missing are just the ones I left out because they weren't really that good I thought.
Either you'll see some magic or you'll see a bunch of jibberish. Up to you.
I'm kind of experimenting with a new way of writing I guess, I love packing in as many images and ideas into a sentence as possible. Hope it's worked...
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#14031176 - 02/26/11 03:09 PM (1 year, 3 months ago) |
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Get out of Me--
Im tired of twisting sideways, bending parallel
with my emotions, I'm crooked. Dissecting
in a perpendicular fashion.
Her hands, perched on high shoulders- in a perpetual
motion, triangular movements have me
breathing heavily. Internal bruises masked by my tough
skin, have been breached by a magicians hands.
She turns, offering me a glance of that juicy ass,
like magnets, my hands gravitate, orbit around
her solar systemic phat booty.
"No, not yet, not here" her motions speak,
'for her mouth is shut, but I get the message..
The oils fall, drip and hide inside my pores, running
around. Excavating the aches, and pains
left behind by my frigid..'other half'
Hands, fingers, her nails, scraping away my insecurities.
uncovering me for who I really am.
Scared, alone, just tired as fuck.
Her body, shaped to be beneath mine,
she jerks my back, knots unravel, she's exposing
my most vulnerable assets.
A broken heart, beginning to pound beneath those
heavenly healing hands, except I pictured those
hands, gripping my cock late at night, gettin' freaky.
Though the appointment is over, I continue to feel
her nails digging in back, get out of me.
It's a risk, but her number appears on
a small piece of paper, she slides it in my back pocket,
and she tried to hide the fact that she
gripped the shit out of my ass.
Maybe it was a love tap.
She worked my body, in a way I can't explain.
My moves were slow but sure, she's in my hands now.
Oh how the tables have turned- just a heads up.
I'm pretty fucked up, a degree can't fix me.
Though I'll gladly let you fuck me, so you feel
that you're "healing the pain"
I am just an object, to justify your greedy wants.
they can easily be turned into professional needs.
Baby, I see the sparkle you hide, deep beneath
those baby blue eyes. A shine that I will
protrude and rip to shreds. Broken pieces will
forever serve as a souvenir to your charity work.
The fucked, will always be fucked.
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like i said in previous post, i post on a lot of poetry/ rap battle sites so this is 100% my work. enjoy
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Jukon]
#14043339 - 02/28/11 03:33 PM (1 year, 2 months ago) |
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faded reprobate
jaded exorcist
swift reversal
depose reposal
pros that rose fall
wine gnostic, ectopic edict call
fickle kitch melevolence memisis appall
lucuna rune hoyle stall
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#14057426 - 03/02/11 09:24 PM (1 year, 2 months ago) |
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From the outside looking in there is an objective sense.
But from inside the diamond glass reflects many dimensions.
Hide the past.
Help along the bankrupt mistress with a check.
Time to laugh as you got away with everything
and day turns upside down, around guilt you'd never witness.
Acknowledgment of privilege is far away from here.
Astonishment of reality carves out the fear,
morality is near but you'd never make that illogical choice.
Decisions decisions, lay morbid or have a voice.
A bloke said to me once.. never mind what he said,
I just used the word bloke, I think the English invaded my head.
I declare independence, but it's tricky to debate with someone that doesn’t exist.
Despair was that mistress, she's a b!tch, we breaked.
But the smell's still pungent floating out that abyss.
Now there's so many things in life, that scare the hell outta me.
But nope I didn’t say that right.
They scare the hell into me.
Hindering my power of belief, stencil please.
I'm coloring in the doubts I usually reroute by censoring
out the negative and toggling optimistic goggles.
I missed a fossil, no brainer.
Was digging with a painful hobbling peg leg and a sick cougher
to rob the grave and put my name at stake.
Fake talker.
Yeah right, the doctor botched. Dropped his copper watch in the patient
and after time forget he lost the clock and its different faces.
And now the blood streams poisoned forever.
It seems annoying.
Too clever I am to toy with, well except I'm man the boy kid.
But hey, who always plays with torch lit, forfeiting control?
Pyrotechnic soul, fortune told.
Edited by dageo18 (03/04/11 01:24 AM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: dageo18]
#14068340 - 03/04/11 08:17 PM (1 year, 2 months ago) |
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this was for a 15 line challenge
How can I, physically go into one place, expecting to just
love it within seconds, when my feet are still
stuck between another door frame.
Hugging me, suffocating me, into somewhere I desperately
want to get out of, but I love it so..
The comforts of all the times ive spent in those arms,
Like the home cooked meals that greeted me, food that was
from your heart, and held a spot in my soul. But I'd starve to feel at home
once again.
This new embrace, it's like you've been replaced
with a mannequin. Warmed by a cold glare, your heart
rests against my shoulder.
My cotton t shirt, the perfect vacation home for your tears,
I was your rock, but as I chip away, floating off into the next room,
pieces of me will always be with you.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Jukon]
#14075953 - 03/06/11 01:48 PM (1 year, 2 months ago) |
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Hi how ya doin? my names driftwood,
chopped me up to make a frame now I house a face in this hood.
A little rotted from nature but the polish saved its good looks
thought that's what you paid for but a shake shows you it could shook.
An earthquake shows it stood hooked on some vibrate known as no foot
without base its easy to put down torso
and ten thousand plates break glass around the tortured,
stand under door frame, but wait its made of driftwood
not as stable as you thought the floor your on just fissured.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: dageo18]
#14104623 - 03/11/11 02:52 PM (1 year, 2 months ago) |
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Swirling and dancing in the vibrant distance
The horizon becomes an immaculate image.
Leaves from Fall trees group together in laughter
Where a pile of dead smiles will be resting there after.
And there isn't a song that the wind cannot sing
To fill ears with the sound of benevolent Spring.
A new way to dance erupts out from the fire
And engulfs sleeping hills with the cold sun's desires.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: iwasaClown]
#14104645 - 03/11/11 02:57 PM (1 year, 2 months ago) |
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iwasaclone...read Lord Byron to learn about rhyming couplets...he's the man on them...
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"Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart…. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes."- Carl Jung
"One must accept the probability of failure to experience the elation of success." - TranscendingLife
 How I Do EVERYTHING
“Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer.” -William S. Burroughs
"Anything that can be done chemically can be done by other means."- William S. Burroughs
"You are as dead now as you will ever be" - Seth
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Thanks.
But are you saying i need to learn how to rhyme?
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: iwasaClown]
#14104798 - 03/11/11 03:32 PM (1 year, 2 months ago) |
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No, I'm saying if you want to learn how to use rhyming couplets you should study Byron. He's the best @ it. Anyone can rhyme...hell using the same word in a poem is considered rhyming. It's called a "perfect" rhyme...
Couplets are really hard to do well, because it's the first rhyme scheme we learn as children. It's extremely simplistic. However, when done with a great deal of knowledge, it's amazing...e.g. Byron...
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AMU: We Quickly Answer Questions Here
"Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart…. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes."- Carl Jung
"One must accept the probability of failure to experience the elation of success." - TranscendingLife
How I Do EVERYTHING
“Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer.” -William S. Burroughs
"Anything that can be done chemically can be done by other means."- William S. Burroughs
"You are as dead now as you will ever be" - Seth
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#14110879 - 03/12/11 06:39 PM (1 year, 2 months ago) |
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A hidden time,
a brick wall.
People in rooms,
lights on,
what do they see?
I want freedom,
not control.
Fight for something real,
something meaningful.
Give some meaning to this otherwise useless existence of mine.
I don't want acceptance, I want change.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: timelapses]
#14117171 - 03/13/11 10:20 PM (1 year, 2 months ago) |
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Not sure if it's "finished" but here's a little poem I wrote: (I'm obsessed with John Donne so that's why I kinda wrote it "Old skool" style)
Daddy
Hear my cry. Watch me with your eternal eye.
For Disease wafts into my mind
And Confusion whispers softly
They betray with their vile lies
Still. I believe in my demise
For I am in a room darkly lit; a cell, full of spit.
Yet I see outside, and joyous, dark eyed and bright it is.
I call, I scream, I gaze, yet they do not, can not hear.
For my soul is envenomed, and the serpent's eyes near.
His eyes darkened too, but filled with malice and hatred sheer.
Not that soft fleetness, fiery beauty that challenges, bends
Playful words, but my lips are caged till thee for me do fend
I can but see thy work; not taste, laugh, rest with her till then
But this be but one of your beauties.
I look, and see thy fireball which from Icarus aflame fell
A torrid messenger, a mere shadow of you does tell.
They be both ravishing, thy glory to them do ye lend
What but by thy hand can such things ever be brought to end?
I pray then, hear my plea.
Allow me to please thee.
These three remain, faith, hope and love.
But the greatest of these eludes me
Do not allow thy son to be soulless evermore
Allow me to lie on the edge of thy passion's shore
And taste and share what the infinite holds.
For art thou not a burning, consuming fire?
Art thou not also the author of desire?
I call upon you, to raise, lift me up
I Vow this: I will fill many a cup.
And if my word shouldst ever turn to dust and ashes
May it be so with me.
Edited by NoxNoctum (03/13/11 10:54 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: NoxNoctum]
#14125098 - 03/15/11 01:04 PM (1 year, 2 months ago) |
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Glue holding you, a porcelain vase, truth be told it was late to the glaze
late to the shine that reflects all the pain, to protect the heart you ran to the brain
time now caught, the box infront, worn world's turned rough, death mocks to confront
and opened lid, to share what you found, or kept snakes inside where the heart would be bound, poison and sickness to flow wide and free, no cage for the rage, hurt and disease, it spilled through your eyes, the beauty unclear, the trees are alive but they're shaded with fear, cars buildings and cats, guns fearful of fact, eye to mistrust, so never turn your back.
Never turn your back.
Rough ride to cracked veins, age touching on the name, Pandora, the young womans ashes spell out the blame, the story of tired humans wearing their shame, the badge of their pride on the left arm, the same, the red band of jealousy murder and hate, whose blood drips down fingers that cannot relate, that choke through the throats of those much the same, perhaps different clothes, skin-color or race, religion or family, bi straight or gay, intolerance released on that fateful day, when the box did yet shine, and the eyes did yet play, for the youthful child had now knowledge of today, and when she opened that box the world learned of dismay, yet 'twas but for her eyes did the world change in that place, a split second to make a full about face.
And years, and dust, have dulled through the shine, the glowing young woman remains trapped inside, a star, a sun, so wise and so kind, humble, with love, for others and life, for cats and her husband, and the DMT pipe, the lessons to share and the laughter and light.
through the storm and the flame it's here that we find, with a grin most insane, trapped deep in the mind,
what she thought she had lost at the end of her rope:
the last thing in the box that she opened was hope.
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they don`t think it be like it is, but it do.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: shadowman-x]
#14127837 - 03/15/11 09:30 PM (1 year, 2 months ago) |
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I'm just sorting through some stuff I typed and never finished. Here's some...
Where will you find peace of mind? Seekers beware: it's in you, right next to the darkest pit of despair. Get off the treadmill, this mental cardio has exhausted you through. Wanting nothing is not the end of the line, but it is contained in the answer, do this and feel fine. There's nothing in it for you, this running towards your mind.
All your objects of lust are nothing but your own creation, thrown into the darkness with a fine string attached, and you observe under your hood in the candlelight a viciously frayed end; hunger. That's all you find out there. You look ahead to barely make out a sign: Do Not Feed the Human. A clone of you drools in front, looks up at you, hisses and flees out into the night. The mirror shatters and leaves a winding path behind it leading to a pool.
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#14127854 - 03/15/11 09:32 PM (1 year, 2 months ago) |
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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...
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#14128435 - 03/15/11 11:16 PM (1 year, 2 months ago) |
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Weakness,
giving over to others,
what should I think, what should I do,
threats, fear, isolation,
a solace in the metaphor.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: timelapses]
#14135912 - 03/17/11 08:39 AM (1 year, 2 months ago) |
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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.
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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...
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"So man's insanity is heaven's sense; and wandering from all mortal reason, man comes at last to that celestial thought, which, to reason, is absurd and frantic; and weal or woe, feels then uncompromised, indifferent as his God." - Herman Melville
Edited by Grapefruit (03/17/11 12:41 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Grapefruit] 1
#14136922 - 03/17/11 12:53 PM (1 year, 2 months ago) |
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Some ramblings here that never got finished:
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
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes] 1
#14138313 - 03/17/11 05:10 PM (1 year, 2 months ago) |
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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.
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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.
~William S. Burroughs
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: StaleShrooms]
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I connect with that. Good poetry. 
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Good stuff
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#14147516 - 03/19/11 08:03 AM (1 year, 2 months ago) |
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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?
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"So man's insanity is heaven's sense; and wandering from all mortal reason, man comes at last to that celestial thought, which, to reason, is absurd and frantic; and weal or woe, feels then uncompromised, indifferent as his God." - Herman Melville
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StaleShrooms
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Grapefruit]
#14147811 - 03/19/11 09:33 AM (1 year, 2 months ago) |
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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.
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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.
~William S. Burroughs
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: StaleShrooms]
#14157036 - 03/20/11 10:15 PM (1 year, 2 months ago) |
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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
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they don`t think it be like it is, but it do.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: shadowman-x]
#14162914 - 03/22/11 01:27 AM (1 year, 2 months ago) |
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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
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I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING BUT I LOVE YOU.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#14200767 - 03/28/11 09:07 PM (1 year, 2 months ago) |
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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.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: timelapses]
#14211704 - 03/30/11 07:07 PM (1 year, 1 month ago) |
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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.
Ready?
Ok. Go.
Easy now.
Get the feel of it.
Steady.
That's it... that's it... you got it.
Keep going. You got it...
That's perfect! You've got it!! You've got it!!
Just keep going, no looking back now!
You're doing it! You're really doing it!
You're doing so good!
I'm so proud of you.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: iwasaClown]
#14215209 - 03/31/11 01:42 PM (1 year, 1 month ago) |
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Mandala
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!"
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"So man's insanity is heaven's sense; and wandering from all mortal reason, man comes at last to that celestial thought, which, to reason, is absurd and frantic; and weal or woe, feels then uncompromised, indifferent as his God." - Herman Melville
Edited by Grapefruit (03/31/11 01:54 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Grapefruit]
#14283626 - 04/13/11 11:23 AM (1 year, 1 month ago) |
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PAY PAR KING
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
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#14297787 - 04/15/11 07:30 PM (1 year, 1 month ago) |
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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.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: timelapses]
#14299545 - 04/16/11 02:40 AM (1 year, 1 month ago) |
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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
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: infectedstyle]
#14302536 - 04/16/11 05:26 PM (1 year, 1 month ago) |
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Know,
I am not important.
Am I ?
I am no one.
Am I now ?
I am now.
Am I no one ?
I am.
Am I not important ?
No.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Brainstem]
#14302652 - 04/16/11 05:50 PM (1 year, 1 month ago) |
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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.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Brainstem]
#14306530 - 04/17/11 12:52 PM (1 year, 1 month ago) |
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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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Brainstem]
#14324820 - 04/20/11 07:18 PM (1 year, 1 month ago) |
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The scapes of the dream,
world come over me,
blind mind at exact time,
open wide on the inside,
breathe deep this ether,
real plain,
beautiful sparkle,
eye sometimes struggle.
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We are the Divine Universe, Incarnate!
~Infaernal~ - Where I write. Love a Shroomerite's feedback at any time!
~My Soundcloud~
«ZèñX» ««.. In Lak'ech Ala K'in ..»»
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Brainstem]
#14346649 - 04/24/11 10:31 PM (1 year, 1 month ago) |
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Hi all I haven't posted here much ever, so to start, I am a psychedelic writer/musician/philosopher intent on stirring things up. I feel like we're all complacent being pebbles and fine specks of dust settling at the bottom of the pond, when we should be swirling in the eddies. Anyway, I love and hate my craft, poetry, and would love nothing more than to share it with you fine people. I hope you enjoy.
Love in Vain
If I were to remove from you
memories of harsh words I’ve said
in order to preserve my name,
would you love me come tomorrow
knowing that I took love in vain?
My Primate, My Soulmate
Per Randy, la mia scimmietta.
After taking acid for a time innumerable
and letting the long mystic evening pass,
after bathing my mate in our cavernous shower
and letting the water drip onto our laps,
and as from our hair, from our lips our spit,
feeling not dissimilar from ancestors simian,
washing her skin and drying her skin,
as careful as the patriarch, extolling as the alphamales
in prides of lions, leaving our bodies
back in human times, we began to come to an understanding.
Stepping like cats, I led her, my lioness, my monkey,
my poetical partner for time eternal, into my lair, and there
I loved her and she loved me. Like cats of prey,
sleek and bold, furred and very bestial we felt.
Thus our understanding increased.
With blunted, scorched fingertips I packed her marijuana
into her bowl, and said out loud how I could imagine
our artifactual pipes and resins being found
thousands and thousands of years from now,
and all my poetry inspired with it;
far past ourselves, my writings would survive,
and my primal partner, my whole life's protection
and providence, would live on in verse
and history books, literature, forever.
Randy's name will never be deterred with her bones,
nor will her immeasurable muse, nor her importance.
As our understanding culminated, after I kissed her lips
instinctively, and nipped her neck, nibbled her ears
and the lines of her chin, waxing dominance and harmony,
and after connecting to her divine within
(my sole reason for being if you demand reason for being),
I didn't say aloud, but I envisioned our hearts stopping,
as hearts in nature always have and will always do;
and death would overcome, close our eyelids shut
one last time, and forever. But while my bones
would lie with hers, till diggers came and took us away,
parting my body from hers at last,
she'll shine until this time is forgotten.
She will always be my prehistoric angel,
she will be the paradise I visit when I dream of life,
and I will be the apish man
who with herbs and acids, baths and poetry,
loved her like deer love deer, or cranes love cranes,
but in no way that man has ever loved woman,
in times eternal or in times historic.
Song in the Night
Because I do not care to jump a canyon
swing a mic or have a hand in
matters and offers that divert from
Because I do not envy superstars
nor cult personas in funky bars
diamond ring on Vermont thumb
nor do I care where I from come
Because I do not think I ever will know
or seem to evince the look that I "know"
or fit into crowds like a peg in the hole
Because I do not think that is where I will be
if you ask where I think I will be in five years
My driveway alone keeps so many fears
I hardly think I could cross the street
without the help of an arm or three
(If not for you I'd be an animal that lives in a tree)
Because I ain't gonna "smack you up, hack or crack or back you up"
into a corner with a thorn or blade or claws dug in your back
For how then could I not sing blues? Could I win, could I not then lose?
How do stars move what way through space they choose?
How do I choose what way through love I move?
Base on silver, on reels of film
on how large my name might appear in neon lights
(on friendship, kinship, the sex and the fights)?
Do I move laterally, deftly, rabbit feet on a moon-dipped field?
(I have to ask, because I do not think I could love myself
if I could not be loved with unlimited yield)
For if I find I've grown old and spoiled in languor
now sustaining mold and ruined by anger
at women, all harlots who should turn into lead
why right then and there I'd see to it I'm dead
Because then where would I be without past women's arms
to casually dispel all new and old harms?
In particular where would I be without this heart I court now?
(I'd likely be working on farms, milking the cows)
So yea I say, this heart of mine I keep close watch over
is the reason tonight why I sing my lover.
What’s New in Your Life Today, Pretty?
What’s new in your life today, pretty,
that has you wearing makeup again
and looking so very, very thin?
Are you batting your eyes for a brand new man?
I can see it when you stand to leave
fifteen minutes before you have to leave,
the cocaine and the rabbit’s blood
on the scarves you’ve started wearing
of colors purple, pink, and green;
two years of effort, compromise,
reconciling your faults with mine
(domestication, you might say),
revert when the hungry lioness
reenters the single, horny Wild.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Oscrates]
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Lonely traveler on dusty road
Long way come
Long way go
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Live free or die.
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Crumpet
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: WoodsCall]
#14420686 - 05/08/11 04:41 PM (1 year, 22 days ago) |
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pedal in the mud
fed up on the wonder drug
under us a bust asunder
fun to lust the blunderbuss
hush hush just as stunned as winter
winds that rush us up n whisper
whims n whisk a shorter hyme
it's shore to him
they raughted this - the
prolix fits like logorrhea
locution angles anglists ill
assume the lacuna rune prose that rose pose
epitomize erudites - repose till
riposte shots at bigot boss's
deadlock losses to roost on rosters
bed rocks bottom drop off the dodgers
artful posthumous watch robbers
Yeeaaaah
Edited by Crumpet (05/08/11 04:50 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#14422393 - 05/08/11 09:51 PM (1 year, 21 days ago) |
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Quote:
Crumpet said:
pedal in the mud
fed up on the wonder drug
under us a bust asunder
fun to lust the blunderbuss
hush hush just as stunned as winter
winds that rush us up n whisper
whims n whisk a shorter hyme
it's shore to him
they raughted this - the
prolix fits like logorrhea
locution angles anglists ill
assume the lacuna rune prose that rose pose
epitomize erudites - repose till
riposte shots at bigot boss's
deadlock losses to roost on rosters
bed rocks bottom drop off the dodgers
artful posthumous watch robbers
Yeeaaaah
very nice, the images are vague and insane or im just a bad reader...
in any case i truly enjoyed this
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: eckhem]
#14422467 - 05/08/11 10:07 PM (1 year, 21 days ago) |
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Sometimes the Colors are Similar
Escape, odorless cloud puff, wrapped in a den of variant pink, black, dead off shape bean dishes, wanting to be like kidneys. A moment too soon, finds a mind wondering why the delay happened to be wrapped present fletcher.
Bag tackle each master switch, scrimmaging constant constants in such equation of periodical manifestations. A grin tooth snagged on a fresh made blanket, silky sides between fingers, threads falling apart, but done so without regards.
Then came us.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: draGONMAN90000]
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Quote:
draGONMAN90000 said:
Sometimes the Colors are Similar
Escape, odorless cloud puff, wrapped in a den of variant pink, black, dead off shape bean dishes, wanting to be like kidneys. A moment too soon, finds a mind wondering why the delay happened to be wrapped present fletcher.
Bag tackle each master switch, scrimmaging constant constants in such equation of periodical manifestations. A grin tooth snagged on a fresh made blanket, silky sides between fingers, threads falling apart, but done so without regards.
Then came us.
interesting.... i cnat help but get the visual for a sad supermarket as you are getting your items bagged
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Crumpet
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: eckhem]
#14426242 - 05/09/11 05:50 PM (1 year, 21 days ago) |
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eye balers, watery eyes sorta short
lucy in the sky with a sword & flaming torch
porkin awesome - torque a sore kin bought
cauterize the sorta guys that got caught out with quarts
applaud an audit - wild why we pry in prion
high on a celestial pedestrian
aeon's beyond concession
no fare quest to be on
gross air, so dose chameleon
barely where there underdone
rare as raw raps hunger some
baboon truths barking caged & aching
Seer Ian rue for zoo lunation
Might I add, this is post number 247
Edited by Crumpet (05/09/11 06:00 PM)
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Fly-away
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#14428272 - 05/10/11 03:37 AM (1 year, 20 days ago) |
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Heres something I did for mothers day!
Mother is a word
filled with so much feeling
not always good
not always bad
comfort in its healing
Mother is the person
who sang you to sleep
all the nights you were
in bed so sick and so weak
Mother is the thing
pushing us to try
making you feel stronger
when all you can do is cry
Mother is the reason
that I say thank you now
for being here for me Mom
and trying to show me how
you make me a better person
even in my stubborn way
I just want to let you know
that I think you're O.K.!!!
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#14429184 - 05/10/11 09:36 AM (1 year, 20 days ago) |
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Quote:
Crumpet said:
pedal in the mud
fed up on the wonder drug
under us a bust asunder
fun to lust the blunderbuss
hush hush just as stunned as winter
winds that rush us up n whisper
whims n whisk a shorter hyme
it's shore to him
they raughted this - the
prolix fits like logorrhea
locution angles anglists ill
assume the lacuna rune prose that rose pose
epitomize erudites - repose till
riposte shots at bigot boss's
deadlock losses to roost on rosters
bed rocks bottom drop off the dodgers
artful posthumous watch robbers
Yeeaaaah
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Crumpet
gohst ranger
Registered: 04/21/10
Posts: 803
Loc: Australia
Last seen: 15 days, 1 hour
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Sheeno]
#14430578 - 05/10/11 03:08 PM (1 year, 20 days ago) |
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arid g did mark us
no wonder
scunned a carcus
fun to last tundra
id fight to run the
strike of hunger
down write the thunder
hike to higher plights
bite the brighter
apply lights to cipher nights
your in,
take a sample
amp up and you'll
clamp ample anvils
damn the sermon
he handles the trample n logs off
fire dogs poke the mantle
urchen bog squat
learning not to rob the one spot
deserving distance
in this instance
it's a risk to win this
slip in the index n lift
keys grip in a fist
weave flipping the script
leave before the raw picked paw paws
claw at ya torso
im in awe so
cold storage is a no no
clip the candle wick thats
handling facts
chaps that back chat parallax
stack on roof racks aloof a
eracnets karmasutta
elusive as bazooka tooth
noose is as is - shoot the truth
stoop to loop the routes
loot the scoop on fruits
acute proof a hoofs
an impute to dispute
Edited by Crumpet (05/10/11 05:13 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#14431087 - 05/10/11 05:03 PM (1 year, 20 days ago) |
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old nirvava lyrics,
resonate, out of the ground into the sky (conciousness)
Writing, music, lyrics, timeless (mastercard) 
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Crumpet
gohst ranger
Registered: 04/21/10
Posts: 803
Loc: Australia
Last seen: 15 days, 1 hour
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: timelapses]
#14436123 - 05/11/11 04:53 PM (1 year, 19 days ago) |
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I can sir, I can
certainly I cant stop sir
certainly not
Is it certain im asserting?
I can sir
perk me up & treat me too desert sir
dazzled at the gizmo
baffled by the radio
matey maybe so but as the
miasma rises over plasma
razzmatazz - snatch grab
predecessor editor
get a gargoyle on set with sequitur
or get back on a raconteurs voyage voyeur
annoy snug majeure
grant decadent gents grandeur
hand on a chancellors
bad lands ballad answer for
I can sir, I can
certainly I cant stop sir
certainly not
Is it not certain im asserting
I can sir
perk me up & treat me too desert sir
rehearse the journey first before
i skirt the shore and berth
a way a wave waves away a girth
say alot a ways ale awes eloigned firth
Edited by Crumpet (05/11/11 06:21 PM)
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InTiMiDaToRdInO
DINO as in Dinosaur
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#14436591 - 05/11/11 06:42 PM (1 year, 19 days ago) |
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This is a pretty personal poem about an internal and physical conflict
You really don’t understand how you make me feel
I don’t either but I don’t mind
Weather it’s something made up or real
I just wish you’d open your heart
The world isn’t as cruel as you believe
A lot of that you can leave behind
It’s not fair to end somethin’ before it can even start
Put away all of your own doubts n’ fears
Open your eyes and take another chance
Or maybe I’m bein’ selfish and you still need more time to grieve
Maybe I’m the one who is bein’ unfair
Pushin’ and pryin’ my way through a closed door
All I wanna do is know more
Like a long lost book full of ancient secrets
Each day I’m pulled farther into my intrigue
If you’re pushin’ away, all it’s doin’ is catching me more
I’m sorry if I’m the one at fault here
But this isn’t like it has ever been before
For once I’m doing something for myself
For once I’m going after what I chose myself
Except it’s hidden behind a solid wall
You just mean the most of all
And I wont give up until I must
I’m sorry if I’m being selfish but I’ve never wanted something so bad
I’ve never wanted to try so hard for so long
All my efforts may lead to failure but no matter what
I’ve gained an amazing person in my life
It’s just a shame she doesn’t see it too
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IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING.:.TRAVEL THE UNIVERSE
Drugs I Wanna Experience: LSD, Methamphetamine, DMT, Shroomz, DXM, MXE, 2C-E, DPH, Marijuana, Alcohol
.:  :.
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InTiMiDaToRdInO
DINO as in Dinosaur
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When all hope is lost, the world can be hell
When the world is hell, you question the reason to live
When you question the reason to live, the darkness comes
It comes from below to slowly swallow you whole
It transforms you into something your ...not
In the blink of an eye you’re on your knees begging
Begging for help, begging for light
Begging for a hand, begging for a glimpse of salvation
Each breath brings devastation and desolation
Like the propagation of the corporation
And the discrimination of our civilization
It supports the gratification of their organization
All this misinformation they call education
Is breeding us to become pawns in their game
Capitalization and overpopulation have caused this world to be hell
Thus the cycle begins on a worldwide scale
No longer is there a veil to cover the lies
Sever the ties before the wise
And sensationalize the demise of the undeserving
And take hold of your unswerving nerve to steal control while preserving our innocence
Gather your allies and begin your up rise to surprise the big ol’ franchise
Burn ‘em down to a pile of ashes
Watch the slashes, gashes, crashes and flashes of the new beginning
Take your throne and stand tall and instill a new world order
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IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING.:.TRAVEL THE UNIVERSE
Drugs I Wanna Experience: LSD, Methamphetamine, DMT, Shroomz, DXM, MXE, 2C-E, DPH, Marijuana, Alcohol
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good vibes
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Beauty
Let us witness beauty
in the land we were born,
because we have no rights
but beauty is sworn.
From a blade of grass
to a star-lit sky,
to a beach sun rising
or the beauty of eyes.
This life is so wonderful
yet so very small,
but I must be happy
to experience it all
Alive
Mountains in the distance
a full moon in the sky,
the calmness of the lake,
and sound of the night.
tree frogs sing
as birds do too.
fireflies dance
just like the flames.
The moon is lit,
it casts a dim blue light
upon this darkened world
of deep mystery and ineffable beauty.
Dancing barefoot under stars far away,
yet so close to my heart,
I know how it feels to be alive.
Nothing lasts forever,
so I make it last now.
I wallow in the moonlight
and swim in the sun.
These things may seem simple
but to me mean a ton.
The Man and his Rules
The Man comes up to me
He says- "You can't do that."
I ask him "why," to which he says-
"Because it's the rule."
I tell him it's a dumb rule,
but he says I still have to follow it-
because it's simply "The Rule."
Now here I am,
being told what I can't do.
All a rule is-
Is just a limitation of one's freedom based on another's opinion.
Why can't The Man see this?
Is he dillussional?
or just on a neverending power trip?
Telling me I can't do something because it's wrong-
is wrong in itself.
So I've got some words,
some words for the Man.
Don't tell me I can't,
'cuz I surely can.
America
Land of the free, home of the brave-
how about "land of the oppressed, home of the slaved?"
Always a prisoner in your tiny shells,
unless you branch out and expand yourselves.
You must look within, don't look without,
only then will you free yourself.
God Bless America, that's what they all say,
but they're all just robots from day to day.
I see a man in a church with a steeple,
where he joins his friends and sings with his people.
He praises the lord, he thanks him for life,
but at the end of the day he beats his wife.
Everyone blames someone else for their pain,
why can't they see we're all just the same?
The patriot- yeah, such a brave man,
blamin' the niggers for tainting his land.
He fights for a chance for material success,
but it's the soul that counts, yeah, it's the best.
School
"Quiet, don't you even say a peep."
says the teacher to the student,
or should I say sheep?
"This is a school,
No you must not have fun
'Cuz when the students are happy
my job here is done."
Listen to the teachers,
all hungry with power.
They'd rather have money
than to blossom like flowers.
In a prison like this
what else can I say?
I'll get a slap on the wrist
and detention for a day.
Have a hole in your jeans?
yeah, it's no big deal.
But they'll make you tape it up,
now how do you feel?
Windows of expression,
no they don't exist here.
If you're a free-thinking person,
you better watch your rear.
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I feel stuck, lost in a hole,
unable to move foreward to let go.
Tired and it's time to sleep,
people ready to wreak me and beat beat me deep.
You can't always get what you want as the Stone's sing,
but I can always wish for one thing...
Peace, have been used to SYNCHRONICITY. Then so goes it. A choice made, poor people aren't much above animals but a life betrayed.
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Fishbulb
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A moment
Still destined in time
Making my heart yours
And your heart mine
One day a wish to come true
Let this old ground
Be grown in with new
Yet to wake, to wonder
Is only to know
That all of my tomorrows
May never make it so
And of this in my slumber
Is all I behold
And so it shall be until I grow old.
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Die before you die
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CidneyIndole
I am the THREADKILLER
Registered: 05/16/05
Posts: 2,080
Loc: Love's Secret Domain
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Best]
#14472609 - 05/18/11 09:57 AM (1 year, 12 days ago) |
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Time--
my eternal enemy.
The metronomic
pauseless period
a mocking jester
joker
laughing at
entropic cracks
the spaces are
the breaks
the beat
the never-ending
mindful rhythm
full to brink
with only beginning
and only ending
only
all at once
but never
"only"
through the lens
of mind
of time
(and time)
again is
only
my eternal friend.
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I am me. We are You.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: CidneyIndole]
#14486166 - 05/20/11 06:35 PM (1 year, 10 days ago) |
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The time is near when people think the end is near,
tomorrow isn't the day and neither is December 2012.
It bothers me, this society needs to fall,
corrupted to a point that life is reduced to a crawl.
I hate this shit, the constant replayed shit on the news
and a never ending making peace in the world with the Jews.
They deserve to be and the U.S will never broker peace,
time to step down and let the world cease.
It can take care of itself. (The world) Nought nihilisic but starting to understand the futility, of the world it's politics and it's insanity.
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airclay
pabst & jazz
Registered: 05/13/11
Posts: 515
Loc: DFW
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#14489760 - 05/21/11 01:10 PM (1 year, 9 days ago) |
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Quote:
Crumpet said:
pedal in the mud
fed up on the wonder drug
under us a bust asunder
fun to lust the blunderbuss
hush hush just as stunned as winter
winds that rush us up n whisper
whims n whisk a shorter hyme
it's shore to him
they raughted this - the
prolix fits like logorrhea
locution angles anglists ill
assume the lacuna rune prose that rose pose
epitomize erudites - repose till
riposte shots at bigot boss's
deadlock losses to roost on rosters
bed rocks bottom drop off the dodgers
artful posthumous watch robbers
Yeeaaaah
^this rules^
getting dumped, being hooked, losing friends, last year was shit.
Crashing Together
She said I'm bored
I said I know
That's what Im here for
And anything is good enough
To keep me right here
She said I need you
I said I know
Things seem to be gettin kinda slow
So I grab the controls
Take us right to the crash landing
Dig us a hole
We'll need to keep a set of graves handy
Cause when its time again
She'll say Im bored
And I'll say I know
I think it's time we scored
We can sit right here
Be still and dissapear
Light us up a cigarette
We bicker, petty and meaningless
So full of regrets
Oh Fallen Deep
The rocks at the bottom
Are calm with a tendancy to cry
And I've collected a lot of 'em
Back to the top I rise
One by one
They skip on to the rest of their lives
When all is done
Back to where I've begun
Beneath restless seas
Left to live with my deeds
Oh bury me
This bottom gets so much deeper
Everytime I steal the floor
Voids
Your sould keeps you captive
Your head it always spins
No one can stop you
Can't be saved from these sins
Just because you've forgotten
Doesn't mean you're forgiven
The world plays witness
To all your misgivings
Close your mouth
You're letting the flies in
A lifelong trail of destruction
Laying waste only to yourself
Buried your body long ago
We're only here for when you're bored
So make your mess
Cause your stress
Just keep in mind
You're easy to find
With bright red hands
Leaving prints in all your plans
The Way Down
You could see it in our eyes
The change it's almost done
You could hear it in our cries
That boy's already won
Endless daily search
The time has come
It's all junk just mix it up
Try and hit the first one
We're mapping the way down
with flesh and scars
It's never the same again
The change is complete
Everythings got a catch
Excuses all day
Nothing ever gets done
There's nothing to do
No more punk fun
Just junkie scum
Getting lost in the shuffle
Admist everyone
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anything above is a lie that I am in no part of.
Trade List
Dallas Texas DIY punk and hardcore
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weshroom
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: airclay]
#14490439 - 05/21/11 03:34 PM (1 year, 9 days ago) |
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Sit
Arise
Leaned up against passing skys
Buildings filled with pre cooked pies
I'll get my belly's fill when I turn wise
Oh Yes!
I must learn to forget this apathy I contain
To plan ahead for a hunger pain
That keeps passing from one to another
Well maybe its time I starve the mother
Desire I shall find cover
But in leaving it's just another?
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shadowplay
I fucking love you.
Registered: 05/15/10
Posts: 1,316
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: weshroom]
#14493261 - 05/22/11 08:53 AM (1 year, 8 days ago) |
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Maybe this is just unoriginal garbage, but it just came to me this morning and it does actually mean something to me. Hopefully I'll have some much better works soon. My brain has started spewing poetry lately but most of it is just a few isolated lines that I can't consciously work with.
Corpse like fingers, unawake
Ripping hair from scalp
Tearing flesh from bone, In such a formal manner
You scream
"I'm done
I'm done
I'm done"
But you will never be, my dear
Unclean
Unborn
You were
You are
You know
Edited by shadowplay (05/22/11 09:20 AM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: shadowplay]
#14498855 - 05/23/11 11:35 AM (1 year, 7 days ago) |
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Not trying to be a critic or anything but it's not garbage. Reminds me a bit of Poe.
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Living colors,,,,
Registered: 10/24/09
Posts: 7,751
Loc: Southwest US
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: timelapses]
#14501024 - 05/23/11 07:17 PM (1 year, 7 days ago) |
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Once more, that day,
Once more I thought
You'd come to stay.
But then you met with your desire,
Desire that before we knew,
Desire your soft-boned body drew--a fancied life.
We were invincible,
Immortal, not immoral.
Lost in Lust, it was I, I thought,
Who had been transformed
Before you left for the jungle.
A jungle of steel, glass cement;
THe High Life and you,
Without repent,
Through the window kissed the crest of waves...
Come Back.
Wrapped in a stole stolen from a jungle cat,
A leopard;
You grew restless,
Restless to prowl,
prowl once more,
Go out--
Slam the door shut!
Shut out the piercing chill of winter,
Winter would stay, said the dark layered clouds,
The mounds of dirty snow outside the door,
Cold, so cold,
You made a fine figure in your fur coat,
Red hi-heels and miniskirt
You stood in dirty snow.
All I could think about at the station
was that a leopard had given his life
So you could wrap yourself in his expensive skin.
Then lingered on my lips,
The smell of jasmine with your kiss,
And suddenly, a frantic voice calling out,
Bounding through the empty hall...
Echo!
Come Back!
Come Back, Echo!
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dageo18
Stranger
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: starfire_xes]
#14502871 - 05/24/11 03:36 AM (1 year, 6 days ago) |
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The sound of silence is the thought of despair,
and time is violent on echoing air,
around the fire of hydrants that care,
decide it’s a mountain that climbers beware,
hide inside caves or pave your own way,
king mitus confided your highness today,
thank you for trying but you can only shoot to miss,
we favor the side that is dying to live the mission
pray for the light that is blinding to fix the vision,
face david’s goliath if timing places you inside his system
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Crumpet
gohst ranger
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: dageo18]
#14510581 - 05/25/11 03:00 PM (1 year, 5 days ago) |
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Bating on the cheerers
squat down an beer us
well, you a lockey bloke on the hops
whats ya shot on hallways got?
Inthe nigh sky
everthing seemed silent
southern cross went awol
plazma cannon and force field shie;d
yep, id prop the day light chops
and i had a space craft id be so early to get the grocery's
and as i stared up at the scy
contilati on shatter
fraughts of something shrapnel scattered
prior to the carnige in my right eye i fathom
lies too catch on
guys predict whats on outside just minuted before i open my eyes
walking to the back door entrace only to exit
then rest my head on the grass and get ahead of it
firsly id lease space ships from nassa
the destroy the globes emtire arms utilys
They dont stopp the carnige, the contalation were merely mieneor
manikin never been space before again
i love colgate, i loves rubbing stick together
why not prime up the primate medic
credit to the cross, another carrot for the rabbit
they stitch this beneath the union jack
last night the union jack lost company
come pass the compass
these war ships need monkey host
not to mention the women and men
projected into my lobe asumes my fransfixed fled
A lustfull embrace past blast as green men men
te lies and deciept from our own body of govenment
wen't best on dl ppl.
only how could any planitays maggot hide the wageer
i'll be out seeking truth today
not reading the paper
Mind the spelling, ive been up the last two days with damo sighting ufos like no other nigh out yet,., and my eyes just cant adgust well enough to trype...
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Obliviated
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#14525106 - 05/28/11 05:07 AM (1 year, 2 days ago) |
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The Sacred Hollow
Truth burns hot on the neck of a youth
The immersion of the eyes - intent...
Plunged
Drunkenly bent beside street lamps; cobbles of dismay!
(Or wooping, shouting, jeering, hollering- "the play! the play!..." "I'd ebb between the shades!")
Did you know that truth is a gamble; rolling the dice away... (Immediate, and yet...
...forever beyond)
...or that the penny flowers...
...when sewn within the orchard?
...that there's a light in your heart?
(Your eternal denial)
Lo! *Mammon! Lo! The ever desireing sensualist! Lo! The fray of ceaseless muddied tides!
Prefer... "Truth" or "Caviar"?
Turnips, squashes, celeriacs and the sweetest paprikas!
My nose scents persian spices!
But alas my belly knows such things as...
...Indifference
...Peace
...A forgotten eremite
... and yet still I must follow the fragrances of broken dreams!
Into the wild, torn leathers of Tanzania and the savages; leaving but one imploration;
Forget me not thou-
Oh! Oh! Oh! You thy sacred hollow, You thy sacred hollow! thou must draw me home!
*Christian mysticism's god of greed, gluttony, desire etc.
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"So man's insanity is heaven's sense; and wandering from all mortal reason, man comes at last to that celestial thought, which, to reason, is absurd and frantic; and weal or woe, feels then uncompromised, indifferent as his God." - Herman Melville
Edited by Grapefruit (05/28/11 05:44 AM)
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Soluminia
The mind is god
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Grapefruit]
#14526862 - 05/28/11 03:13 PM (1 year, 2 days ago) |
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FATE
Is it fate
That brings this world so full of hate
Cause government bullshit to be first rate
Bringing power to those who people are unable to relate
Causes those who suffer to bring about their own final date
Letting love lead to ones eternal soulmate
The wicked using the weak as human bait
Forcing open minds to be locked behind closed gates
Is it fate?
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circastes
i did it for tha bliss
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Soluminia]
#14529600 - 05/29/11 05:48 AM (1 year, 1 day ago) |
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Turntables the onion graph as I wither the slither hither and tither rhyming the weather with my ink stained feather and biting leather, shiver me never, as I grasp the highest of the high and wonder why I ever tried, why I ever tried, why I ever tried. Life will pass none by but surely it is time to wonder why I ever tried. In in lies the bin it lies the way to win it but there is no sure way to see past me as I am me and you are me and together we are you, so this is all I can do just sit here and play God, play God, play God. Play.
God.
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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circastes
i did it for tha bliss
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Posts: 3,575
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Grapefruit]
#14529604 - 05/29/11 05:51 AM (1 year, 1 day ago) |
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The Sacred Hollow
Truth burns hot on the neck of a youth
The immersion of the eyes - intent...
Plunged
Drunkenly bent beside street lamps; cobbles of dismay!
(Or wooping, shouting, jeering, hollering- "the play! the play!..." "I'd ebb between the shades!")
Did you know that truth is a gamble; rolling the dice away... (Immediate, and yet...
...forever beyond)
...or that the penny flowers...
...when sewn within the orchard?
...that there's a light in your heart?
(Your eternal denial)
Lo! *Mammon! Lo! The ever desireing sensualist! Lo! The fray of ceaseless muddied tides!
Prefer... "Truth" or "Caviar"?
Turnips, squashes, celeriacs and the sweetest paprikas!
My nose scents persian spices!
But alas my belly knows such things as...
...Indifference
...Peace
...A forgotten eremite
... and yet still I must follow the fragrances of broken dreams!
Into the wild, torn leathers of Tanzania and the savages; leaving but one imploration;
Forget me not thou-
Oh! Oh! Oh! You thy sacred hollow, You thy sacred hollow! thou must draw me home!
*Christian mysticism's god of greed, gluttony, desire etc.
Cool!
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#14529607 - 05/29/11 05:52 AM (1 year, 1 day ago) |
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Devil's play with the major league day
Fists of iron and seeds of lesser fray
Combine to form the onion of May
Mists turn to heavens and I melt away
Overcome the lesser self to reach books from the higher shelf
It's easy to think now I don't have to drink
From the poison waters of lesser thought
But that's just the way I was taught
In and in and in and in I fought
Funny I guess, that burning ecstasy in my chest
It comes and goes but not really, for this is just my best
Imagination draws eyes over eyes for me to see less me
But here I be and it draws from me to find me within me, lost at sea
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#14544513 - 06/01/11 05:22 AM (11 months, 22 days ago) |
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Devil signs light the pantomime in the deadly see-nothing breeze, but calm in my arms my lover hatred is at ease. True to black and a little whack the burning ice cold self-destruction pleases me to my knees. Burn, baby, burn, and as I watch them go I feel my stomach a little churn. But this is not the snap, crackle, pop of childhood I myself had learned. Death enough I bring out the loving breeze and begin to dissemble the winter geese. Then go the furious heights of dead mother's plights and in their eyes I feel the sting of bare winter nights. Ripping, tearing, my psyche is seafaring. These were my kin but they threw themselves in, up and sided with the inner-me. Then bare hands and unlearned fans watch by in glee as I rip apart the only thing that's left: Thee.
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
Edited by circastes (06/01/11 05:27 AM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#14554298 - 06/03/11 04:14 AM (11 months, 20 days ago) |
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This is a song i recently wrote for my boo. Its the first one ive ever written. I think it came out pretty good.
I......... Wish i was there
I......... Wish you were here
How i wish that time'd stop still
On nights like this
If only i could hear your heart beat
One sec more
No space between
Our puzzled spread
Id never move
If time allowed
But all things end
So for now
I......... Wish i was there
I.......... Wish you were here
The time has come im overcome
With grief again
To leave your arms
Is heart break in its harshest form
As we part
My heart will split
And i will give you half of it
To hold on to
For times like this
And just remember
All things end
So for now
I......... Wish i was there
I.......... Wish you were here
But dont you worry pretty girl
This wont take long
Living is impossible
With half a heart
But as i said
All things end
Our stars will realign again
So until then
Its more sung than rhyme but i really like some of the lines and i just got the music down for it. So i thought id share.
Heres an older poem i call ode to paper
Oh white paper
How you taunt me so
With each and every line
You dare me to have a go
You tell me its alright
Theres noone around
You can do whatever you want to round here
Its only me and you for a while
And then with a sigh
My hat to the hook
If only for a moment
I could put my feet up
And let my mind go
With no fears and no limits
Rules or restrictions
Whatever it is
That dwindles my fancy
I could put here
And it'll smile back at me
Oh paper my friend
I know its been ages
I promise to tell you all of my secrets
If youll just take me back
So what did i do?
I drew a big grin
And knew that the paper
Was mine once again.
I......... Wish i was there
I.......... Wish you were here
Edited by Enjoywho (06/03/11 04:49 AM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Enjoywho]
#14554808 - 06/03/11 08:46 AM (11 months, 20 days ago) |
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My back is burning
It's hot coal
eyes rolling up & toward
the knifed horrors forming
in foaming sadist mind
(the black lagoon behind)
those howling depths
whistling winds
forests of torn flesh
draped 'cross gnarled pines
cause electrostatic pains
taut physical and forced tears
the moody child
is the keeper of this inn
king in the castle
of denial
a jester
w/ his lyre
(don't trust him)
he keeps the things he hides
(masturbates w/ tears in his eyes)
and looks in disdain at every passer by
(he's frightened, forgive him)
He kept me from the forest
He oversaw my dreamtimes
& whispered sweet lullabies
(We're not like the rest of those beasts!)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Grapefruit]
#14556449 - 06/03/11 03:36 PM (11 months, 20 days ago) |
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I write because i can
So therefore i am
If that werent the case
Then this page'd be blank
And would still lie in wait
But half of the way through
I see that it's not
Perhaps i do exist
If i continue to jot
Somethin i just jotted down
Edited by Enjoywho (06/03/11 08:42 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Enjoywho] 1
#14557864 - 06/03/11 08:58 PM (11 months, 19 days ago) |
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Slowly chip the walls away
to the point of literal insanity.
Thoughts drip, drenched in the idea of this-
the icepick-wielding labotomist.
He sees anxiety I can't contain,
but still expresses the World's disdain.
Show me how to bite my tongue
to the point that my brain is peacefully numb.
Fix me, heal me, fear me, feel me,
fill my thoughts with senseless worry.
Tricks taught to me can't stop this train;
It's bound to snap the tracks again.
I pass a mirror and take a glance
but the glass won't show me a missed chance.
Through twisted vision I can see a very distant memory-
one where I screamed "fix me, feel me, please don't fear me.
Take away this senseless worry,
or teach me how to just refrain
from leaking phrases that only stain.
Take me to another space
where no one has to see my face."
My vision takes another twist-
I am the labotomist.
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Who are you?...why?
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: al.ly]
#14564195 - 06/05/11 10:12 AM (11 months, 18 days ago) |
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Lobotamy? I've wondered what that would of been like to go through when it was viewed as such a great way to treat mental illness. Good poetry.
Stuck in a hotel room in a strange city.
Left someone stuck in a world full of self serving pity.
Care deeply but am unafraid,
of all the disaster that my wake might of made.
Threats of suicide but it won't happen,
a man must be reborn and find his passion.
Feels strange to not have this person with me,
I feel some regret but not enough to make his life easy (for now)
Something to get off my chest, to feel at ease,
time passes, but not always as one would please.
Feel fear, but it's lightened to a degree,
opened a door that few would like to see.
Love and family, a fools regret.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: timelapses]
#14571280 - 06/06/11 07:13 PM (11 months, 17 days ago) |
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Liked that one especially this line:
Threats of suicide but it won't happen,
a man must be reborn and find his passion.
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"So man's insanity is heaven's sense; and wandering from all mortal reason, man comes at last to that celestial thought, which, to reason, is absurd and frantic; and weal or woe, feels then uncompromised, indifferent as his God." - Herman Melville
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Grapefruit]
#14577187 - 06/07/11 09:26 PM (11 months, 15 days ago) |
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Liked that one especially this line:
Threats of suicide but it won't happen,
a man must be reborn and find his passion.
Ya that line is fuckin sick.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Enjoywho]
#14585273 - 06/09/11 11:20 AM (11 months, 14 days ago) |
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Sorry I reckon some of my latest shit is kind of cringe-inducing, I can't be sure. Maybe this little jot-down will redeem me a little:
Alice wound the clock around the ant mound in an attempt to frown out the itsy bisty love dues given unto the dove's breeze but it is not quite so that the wind should blow as there is but snow to be found in an ant's mound and where we go on with the flow as goat's glow, goat's glow, goat's glow.
...maybe not, hahaha.
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#14585335 - 06/09/11 11:36 AM (11 months, 14 days ago) |
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Where we go from here is up to my fear
A small dark bird whispers treason in my ear
Around the wall we go as my face begins to glow
In my eyes lies the last chance, saving throw
With them I pierce the black and throw undue evil back
The torn cathedral lined with corpses makes up for Satan's slack
So for fear that I ring my lifeline black cat
I unfold and increase my flailing black hat
The million dollar question begs to beat Bastion
So I lever a corpse to reveal a trapdoor, closed and latched-in
Down I go into webbed darkness with candles in my eyes
To face at once a sector of the Devil's dark hive
The place where He keeps His disgusting lies
Walled with stomachs, maggots and flies
Lest the mountaintop darkness crush me, down into it I dive
In my pure divine confidence I thrive
Here I will finally regain the kingdom given unto lust
Though my steel sword of mind's fuel doth wither and rust
Here nothing breathes, but with my sword I clear thrust
Down the wretched hatch eggs weave with matches
Alarmed my hand with hesitant grip catches
A pure gold nugget mirroring the Devil's face
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#14594951 - 06/11/11 07:39 AM (11 months, 12 days ago) |
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That one was great.
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"So man's insanity is heaven's sense; and wandering from all mortal reason, man comes at last to that celestial thought, which, to reason, is absurd and frantic; and weal or woe, feels then uncompromised, indifferent as his God." - Herman Melville
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Grapefruit]
#14607132 - 06/13/11 02:55 PM (11 months, 10 days ago) |
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MMM Im looking right at it. Its staring me in the face and its an ugly motherfucker. It pulsing and oozing im not sure if I should kill it or fuck it with a stick. I just want to say something about the ego before I jump in.
You fucking NEED your ego. If you lose it you are shit out of luck. I hate all these pussies talking about not having one. I recall T.M. talking about true nakedness. He was right you are truly naked, and everyone is laughing at you. They can see right trough you and they realize you have no defense. Talk about being fucked in the ass by your father.
This is all coming from a pyromaniac mind you. I was a lonely firebug looking for rough action. Im not here to stuff teddy bears and plant cucumbers so I could pickle them. I have been here for destruction from the beginning. I want to see things burn I want lives to be lost and I want to manipulate.
Losing my own ego has showed me how much more damage I can do to the ones who refuse to go any deeper. Im talking about rough anal, fisting, degrading your mother in front of you.
Come on we have to push this thing. Push the button you fuckin asshole. Im ready and so are alot of other people. You think this is literal diarhea don't you?
Were in it together my friend.
Ok are you ready to jump in?
The water is cold so I would rather warn you for when you do make that final muscle contraction to lift your body forward into the air I can see you face cringe at the thought of the incoming shock of temperature change.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#14609922 - 06/13/11 11:42 PM (11 months, 9 days ago) |
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the speckled marble floor before my eyes reflects despise, and neat passers by decide to close theirs. I feel alive so surely must be living for much more than dust that thrusts itself back in time, it is not mine...
I shall not let the earthworms dine
upon this at least....
This moment.
But death...
Is it so bad?
Surely every feeling has to be had... no?
Then it's decided...I shall die without a fuss.
On several conditions, of course.
The first being nothing more than a simplification of the fith.
Sign here...Now fuck off and let me eat my ice-cream in peace.
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He who attains his ideal by that very fact transcends it
To the mind that is still, the whole universe surrenders
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: R.J. Schiffler]
#14610111 - 06/14/11 01:00 AM (11 months, 9 days ago) |
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MMM Im looking right at it. Its staring me in the face and its an ugly motherfucker. It pulsing and oozing im not sure if I should kill it or fuck it with a stick. I just want to say something about the ego before I jump in.
You fucking NEED your ego. If you lose it you are shit out of luck. I hate all these pussies talking about not having one. I recall T.M. talking about true nakedness. He was right you are truly naked, and everyone is laughing at you. They can see right trough you and they realize you have no defense. Talk about being fucked in the ass by your father.
This is all coming from a pyromaniac mind you. I was a lonely firebug looking for rough action. Im not here to stuff teddy bears and plant cucumbers so I could pickle them. I have been here for destruction from the beginning. I want to see things burn I want lives to be lost and I want to manipulate.
Losing my own ego has showed me how much more damage I can do to the ones who refuse to go any deeper. Im talking about rough anal, fisting, degrading your mother in front of you.
Come on we have to push this thing. Push the button you fuckin asshole. Im ready and so are alot of other people. You think this is literal diarhea don't you?
Were in it together my friend.
Ok are you ready to jump in?
The water is cold so I would rather warn you for when you do make that final muscle contraction to lift your body forward into the air I can see you face cringe at the thought of the incoming shock of temperature change.
I think it's beneficial to lose your ego through meditation or psychedelics at times to gain some clarity about oneself and the consicousness of the world and community around you, but I agree you do need it.
Hard to read your post by the nature of it but still a good read.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#14614619 - 06/14/11 08:37 PM (11 months, 9 days ago) |
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for this day of peace and love
(untitled7)
kcsn
042011
simplicity
symmetry
similarity
repetition
each step
expression's ladder
destination: forgotten known
past glimpses have shown
positioned artenergy
all dimension omnidirection
individually unique
collectively identical
incomprehensible beauty
Loving. Caring. Gentle.
accessible to all
most still asleep
perpetual fear holds hostage
no room to roam free
Hope on horizon
stage near completion
next stop: understanding
end of war
finally home
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: timelapses]
#14617127 - 06/15/11 11:01 AM (11 months, 8 days ago) |
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timelapses said:
Quote:
R.J. Schiffler said:
MMM Im looking right at it. Its staring me in the face and its an ugly motherfucker. It pulsing and oozing im not sure if I should kill it or fuck it with a stick. I just want to say something about the ego before I jump in.
You fucking NEED your ego. If you lose it you are shit out of luck. I hate all these pussies talking about not having one. I recall T.M. talking about true nakedness. He was right you are truly naked, and everyone is laughing at you. They can see right trough you and they realize you have no defense. Talk about being fucked in the ass by your father.
This is all coming from a pyromaniac mind you. I was a lonely firebug looking for rough action. Im not here to stuff teddy bears and plant cucumbers so I could pickle them. I have been here for destruction from the beginning. I want to see things burn I want lives to be lost and I want to manipulate.
Losing my own ego has showed me how much more damage I can do to the ones who refuse to go any deeper. Im talking about rough anal, fisting, degrading your mother in front of you.
Come on we have to push this thing. Push the button you fuckin asshole. Im ready and so are alot of other people. You think this is literal diarhea don't you?
Were in it together my friend.
Ok are you ready to jump in?
The water is cold so I would rather warn you for when you do make that final muscle contraction to lift your body forward into the air I can see you face cringe at the thought of the incoming shock of temperature change.
I think it's beneficial to lose your ego through meditation or psychedelics at times to gain some clarity about oneself and the consicousness of the world and community around you, but I agree you do need it.
Hard to read your post by the nature of it but still a good read.
I want my ego back. I wish I never gotten in to psychedelics. Some people can handle it i'm not one of them. I shouldn't be here but I am.
Its like there are too many people with giant egos and I just cant handle it. I don't understand why they think the way they do.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: R.J. Schiffler]
#14619774 - 06/15/11 08:28 PM (11 months, 8 days ago) |
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Its that fucking time again, time to forcefully push out some words that have been built up due to my lack of communication. From what I have seen child birth isn't fun and neither is this.
Its a full moon tonight and usually when I bring up the bright sphere in conversation its usually quickly realized that the SUN is the source of the light and not the moon itself. Meaning no one give a shit about the moon its light its not its own, but it still has power.
The moon, it has an affect on the tides around the earth. Our bodies are 90% water. The moon has an effect on us as well. Just lift up that rock in your back yard. Your going to find some strange creatures under there. Little rolly pollies and worms, how about those centipedes they always make me cringe. If you dont find anything under the first rock check the second one.
It seems like everyday im lifting up rocks. Some force is forcing me to find another small insect to inspect and eventually become. I dont want to be an insect but I love looking at them though.
The moon has the power to alter you personality.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: R.J. Schiffler]
#14626970 - 06/17/11 06:53 AM (11 months, 6 days ago) |
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Do you give a fuck 'bout my goddamned confusion?
I'm the only one who can see these illusions
I've come to realize that I'm coming to an end
Burning down from the inside
A heart liquified by the heat and the pressure
Please move along there is nothing to see here
A soul and a will and a clouded mind
Broken, broken, broken
edit: I know it's pretty crappy and emo. I was drunk and pretty down when I wrote and posted it.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: shadowplay]
#14638879 - 06/19/11 04:36 PM (11 months, 4 days ago) |
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everybody with it, raise your glasses to the great indifference,
wishin on stars that's just too far away,
it would take my whole life to reach em so i say
fuck it, this is good enough, keep the shuttle in the bay,
hug it sufficient but it isn't,
one visit and i got stuck and stayed,
on a shore, the oceans everything else that is out there,
ponder more but the motion of rowing
takes too much shoulder strength when im down stairs,
i thought there was a sail around here somewhere, i guess not,
must of been in the town I left for the west block,
voyage can't stay buoyant forever,
that little inklings the thinking of legs jocked that i found there,
when i get back home, set off from this uninhabited isle,
i'll be born again into stone
and won't flux as much as the desk top files,
unimaginable fire,
the trees are burning and there's not much room to move,
only thing to turn to is evacuate the worm food
and get back to societies virtue,
ain't virtuous but its worth a new view,
bird assist to see how the vantage point shoots
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: dageo18]
#14666254 - 06/24/11 02:54 PM (10 months, 30 days ago) |
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Wrote this about sleep paralysis
Gasping
Cant breathe
Body failing
I know this feeling
Deaths upon me
But everytime
I fear not death
And soon i return
To concious breathe
Wrote this for my boo
When worlds collide
It seems unreal
The love spell falls
And digs in deep
TrApping you
In hopeless sleep
From when it happens
It seems to be
A paradoxical tragedy
And now it seems
The worlds divided
A lovesick dream
I now walk in
Wishing for
Your love my darling
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Enjoywho]
#14671412 - 06/25/11 04:16 PM (10 months, 29 days ago) |
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Pills downed without a thought,
hope for death and nothing to be bought.
An escape from time and the depression it brings,
A hope for truth, love, and better things.
Life can be good, if one so chooses,
never perfect and sometimes one loses.
It's so short and full of shit,
until I can see and make the best of it.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. *DELETED* [Re: timelapses]
#14699531 - 06/30/11 09:59 PM (10 months, 23 days ago) |
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: thekev333]
#14700091 - 07/01/11 01:11 AM (10 months, 23 days ago) |
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Take the natural forlorn cape out to dry
The beehive swings on the cloud, buzzing high
Inner and outer, duality does thus lie
Through our ignorance the intellect is hung out to die
Do not stand in my way, heavy crown
I wish to suit myself and walk this town
Without ears I am deaf to your voracious frown
And without eyes I cannot see your deadset howl
I ate the beans and the stalk never showed
Fe-fi-foe-fum I smell the insects of tommorow's lawn mowed
In my mother's eyes though the whole universe glowed
And so in that I was beat down deaf and slowed
Walking the ancient talk, talking the ancient walk
Full of seeds and without lesser needs
Throwing off disease like throwing off creed
Strutting like the bean stalk
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: timelapses]
#14700098 - 07/01/11 01:13 AM (10 months, 23 days ago) |
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Quote:
timelapses said:
Pills downed without a thought,
hope for death and nothing to be bought.
An escape from time and the depression it brings,
A hope for truth, love, and better things.
Life can be good, if one so chooses,
never perfect and sometimes one loses.
It's so short and full of shit,
until I can see and make the best of it.
Oh man.
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#14701435 - 07/01/11 10:38 AM (10 months, 23 days ago) |
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subtle as a russle
ah, pane the crap shat jocks
brown down smear from rear crack to calf
tears on where track trails
roof racks on yeti tracks
stilts paralax back chatting.. chatter, chatter
d de deserving b butter
nerv ne nervouse st stu stutter
re re ready ff, ffor. r ra ra rraavenouse bats
cozmo wench poli tan
cracker pun, scUm poli wanna warner bros off the bugs
fun with a bunny
chop hollow cost
minus the hunch on ya hop scotch
blush cotton mouth crossing
off, row an awe for your plausible offering
santi claws shawn a shaw score mourn i salute ya
the cooks interfusion aloofly refute
which acrues a blue tooth
high pitch squarkin sprooker
den re written spits quicken crocks smitten still go nuts grommit sharing
eniquity den staring..
clop clop clidesdale horse shoe... scary
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#14701520 - 07/01/11 10:59 AM (10 months, 23 days ago) |
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I am big
big like an anvil
scum snatched my candle
amped up now am ample
dot dot whatch wrist lock custody
im just knot a frayed, with bended
from end to end tred did
ya block epoch steel malice chi
falacy frock arid class act axe key
you scene me dirty down?
ah, hmm
lest feasted pluss yeist infect insects with too leggomenon pending hex heppax
if channel for scent tracks reticence guest leant synapse
GGGRrrRRab snatch predisesitor edditore
get back!! im on set with sequitor
ya best rep titilating breath skill again
all over the island with gilligan
in a pitta patter skip hat tricks like fill em in
tilt sil trap doorma
uuuhmmm? stain glass houses then
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#14701708 - 07/01/11 11:49 AM (10 months, 23 days ago) |
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numerous accounts of a lab rats elabrate sea king
tidle waves topple, untitles page crople hover
dread locks, test levitate
get it straight mate
mighty i am dinner plate scrape staple towled paper chin pay caker be little then taper
im pouring in scrawling forsome apauling bought morsellamanda but bleeding
art official re espire net a better jet friendly fire
im off to let one splash golden
apease speaking the con secretion from the bottol
or give us a grotto
mr omniverous geronimo
oops, did i embowel
sink fickle chief bowser
let sethh in from mars indigo
le wee g
squigie scean cars we owe
yo yo, hoax a go go getter got rep from the death obscondered breast chest plate how far I am ingrown
you stew?? true true do dew claws owe coax then?
oh no no, scare crow capital
im happy tit battle bight
quite aloft the soft weaved wreath
beneath the vocab boque you leary
zenneth sparkle lipstick... yeah, mayor
hairy
cyclone cyclopstic
dropkick hypnogogic
id arouse the inversion from crown lust to ufology
when snobbed off from gnostics that squable coz knot hellish choped
but still copped alota your fog, frogger log drop off the beach
hobble across humble buzz
stitches zebra, black is white
whats the agenda? bruv
are we autonomouse yet?
autumn upon us
winter fit snug... GlUve smothered governer
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#14701912 - 07/01/11 12:32 PM (10 months, 23 days ago) |
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with a head above the ripple a far let nexus kin necks twist
my richoche siesmic shifty linguistics
im hand picked like manderines
a good source of endorsements
i score something soucy
then fly away... stick drawing
jaws on yours
your on all fours
i treaty sheeth battle the gorgeouse broud sword thing
im all yours, fish bowl bling
like coals, from kindling
your garden kookaburra queen of the bush
but whos laughing?
there all for baharmas
if i lie for the baring
i'll bike past your shark fin
a sea urchen five minute diveing
or drive in theatre hive instence
i jive like them bright kite tangible gliding in kids
The fauna kin source for your kind in the meantime.. 'p
Your resident dj
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#14722404 - 07/05/11 07:22 PM (10 months, 19 days ago) |
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Posted these in another thread, wasn't getting any input, thought I would post it here instead.
I took a poetry class...here are some of mine:
This was my personal favorite, had to write a Haiku the first day for homework and recite it for the class so here it is:
Oh no, that was due?
I completely forgot it.
Oh wait, here it is.
Poem about a hustler on public transportation:
That’s What They Were There For by lsdank268
Maybe, since your something like me,
You would have knew the scam like the back of your hand,
The old man sits down on the bus and whips out cups and a tiny red ball,
Asking for players, he shows his game; the terminal attraction begins
When a women offers him her money, and doubles it by simply keeping her eye on the ball;
Another person raises the stakes, and triples his investment as the bus watches on,
The trap is set;
A young man throws his green currency onto the lap of the old man, and thinks he has this puzzle solved,
The man grabs the money, no intention of giving it back and begins his flirtation with crime,
Flipping his tools furiously moving them faster than before, the boy losing the fiery red dot in the fast flurry of action,
The old man is Judge, Jury, and Executioner; King of this castle,
Beating him in his land would be insubordination, breaking his laws,
Maneuvering his red secrets cup to cup, stopping on the dime putting pressure on the boy to guess right;
The young man points surely at the middle cup to find it filled with nothing but regret;
The boy, green in mind and complexion, watches out the window as the old man exit’s the bus,
cups in one hand, money in the other,
And he looks on as the previous two winners accept a share of cash from the con artist,
Gleefully high-fiving at another successful day, another successful hustle.
Just a randomness poem:
Keep Calm
“Keep Calm”
The odd smell of cotton candy keeps me awake at night.
Extra-Sharp Cheddar and English Pale Ale go well with this soup while
watching Touch of Evil for the first time in HD, not paying much attention,
still pondering where the robins nest on your ledge went.
Playing moon themed songs during a Werewolf themed party planned months
ago. Living life day-to-day, planning only the spontaneous. Timothy Leary
waiting at a bus stop, handing out gifts to people passing by. One hundred trillion
neutrinos passing through every inch of your body, every single second.
“Try not to scream”
Trust fund husbands, each showing off their trophy wives, each one
more plastic than the last but who’s to say who the real trophy is?
Like a left-handed catcher, blue lobsters are rare. The greatest rodeo clown
in fact wasn’t a clown, but a small spider monkey, howling its lullabies
to the bull, calming it’s rage. Like the jungle to a house cat,
this world is unfamiliar, but strangely comfortable.
And one more...have a lot of short stories also if anyone is interested.
The Warning
I came to myself in the middle of the night, before my end and after I saw it begin.
My eyes blinked, my body stirred. Nothing was in the room but me, and me again.
I asked myself what I was doing, why I was here. After all, I'm not used to that.
The answer I received was a warning-- to me or the world I still don't know.
I never called it an apocalypse, but I made it pretty clear what I had to do.
Or had to not do. It was all a simple mistake, but isn't it always?
I tell myself “Don’t answer the phone on August 25th, 2022. And don’t you dare cook that catfish.”
My words reverberate around my head like an interminable animal bleat.
I’m not the one currently speaking, and that means I'm not aloud to ask questions. And I have so many questions.
I tell myself I must listen carefully, because the world’s future depends on me.
I burn the date into my head, a scar across the brain, a mark upon my life.
Again and again. August 25th, 2022. August 25th, 2022.
Then I was gone, and then I was back. This time, I was a little different though.
I ask myself about why I returned-- I don't expect an answer to that either.
I tell myself that coming back just created a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Knowing the date did nothing for the world, not one bit.
In fact, the world still changed at my hands, on that same day, but without the phone or catfish.
Without the date etched across my head.
I'm not one for taking risks. I look at myself as I pull the knife
from out of my back pocket. “What are you doing?”
I ask myself. I look as scared as I do determined. Our face is inhuman at this point.
I feel the knife pierce the flesh of my abdomen, and I slowly began to
disappear, for if I die today, I do not live tomorrow.
What can I say, I'd been warned. I had a world to save, after all.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: lsdank268]
#14724924 - 07/06/11 08:58 AM (10 months, 18 days ago) |
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la di da
way out in the distence
prince of persial way to far
bite like lesson one was a jam jar
a brief explenation why its an abrieviation
if this meant crops where laced in by tracktors
are we at the raptor velocity to crap this?
the don to mack this just smiled at fat chicks
clap clap know the budget buddy, catch hatricks
knomes are magic like phones are tradgic
if rome rose back would we be spastic?
glowing like a firefly
im not at that stat fact is im the guy to dine
finger foods due too bloom, fry mine
i pile in the rice like crime
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#14725009 - 07/06/11 09:27 AM (10 months, 18 days ago) |
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what a shuffled deck of dracs to sheeth this
keep grief untill peek free steaple leaks
drenched from harrys problematic adict drooled fragile
grade four got on well with the mournda stile
awe, thats the jaw dropping doll id like to dile
nothing terrible ever happens to bag this
glad wrap over the stag dragon kids
lagging from the fibre option
locked wheel knot the crash shat jocked pigs
tired of the agro shop lift a crab sigs
snap the ribs and spit on aiding
fading adam, coz haze is gathering
chelsea simian lucy roots mee
spoon mans in a crew of computer cooties
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#14725737 - 07/06/11 11:49 AM (10 months, 18 days ago) |
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toey, oops i wrote this
blow a freaking gold fish
carpenterprized are on the rises
picture this keep em in stitches
winding off the zebra
kin a poker dot shawn scored this
we kept it on the riseen up
whore eyes are gorgeous
i'll call you lord now brighten up
silly coz thats a nice disguise
i must have been mistaken
neat enough now lick some killa
pop pills and sniff the brave men
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#14729695 - 07/07/11 01:44 AM (10 months, 17 days ago) |
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swimming in a masquerade
we're too preoccupied to see
the possibilities
and journeys unexpected
from seemingly reckless
to officially unplanned
perhaps our guard
is keeping us surround-
ed by twists and turns
until we begin to recognize
the imaginary boundaries
which we are so accustomed
to perceive
before our eyes
get a demure shot
at a liquid state of mind
which is in no way confined
when you take into account
the chaos that is about
to organize itself
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it truly is an illusion- your senses are just perceiving the varying vibrations in different ways- its holography; a representation.
"Nothing" is easy - Mooji
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A storm is coming.
But I shall sit beneath the culminating clouds,
though I know my fate is cold, and water-logged
A storm is coming.
But I will bask for a moment longer in the warmth of the sun
that is slowly disappearing behind nimbus clouds
A storm is coming.
But I can't seem to stir from the comfort of the grass
even if its touch will leave an everlasting mark on my skin
A storm is coming.
But I know that my eyes will not leave the picture painted across the sky
of white, slowly transforming into something more
A storm is coming.
But I am afraid that the beauty of the moment will be forgotten
for I am the only one who has witnessed it.
A storm is coming.
And as I sit upon the curvature of umbrellas
I tilt my head back and open my lips
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I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar.
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Life is too short for this sorrow. You may be here today and gone tomorrow.
My Poetry · If you have the time, it's worth the journey · Shameless Self-Promotion
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Hey, thanks alot for reading it. There's more to come
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Life is too short for this sorrow. You may be here today and gone tomorrow.
My Poetry · If you have the time, it's worth the journey · Shameless Self-Promotion
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wise men three
all above board
naught to the broad sword thing
mingling with a chief
id claw the ruaght of shelled sightings
yet so sid jet row know kid
kill kill kill
die die die
i wasn't having it up to procreate this blasphamy
ask why why why
elaberate as this
your highness in the line of fire
sickle these three
now ask me
where in hells the driver
who pulled the plug
stewart presure cooker high diver
the truth i seek not long forgotten
chicken wire
check the tire
hole punch abrieviation
grieve you malice men
i'll stick it up your challice then
die die die
coz pros that rose fall
why why why
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Re: Cloudwatching [Re: Crumpet]
#14791081 - 07/19/11 06:32 AM (10 months, 5 days ago) |
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http://noise-distillery.deviantart.com/#/d3n9ii5
Psky
by ~noise-distillery
Off we go and we are pacing... across the room, back and forth in front of the fire, and my legs aren't warm. Why aren't they warm? I can't seem to warm them, it seems impossible, it IS impossible! My legs are frozen to the bone, frozen in a throne. I seat myself here, in the parable of heights – call my name, it merely welcomes a vacant stare. I am busy reciting within: here goes nothing, here goes nothing. Over and over, it speaks me sober, until at last the day breaks and I collapse into the newly lit pillow and stumble into dreams forgotten already, but destined to break through. Wind and waft, here they come the silly little mice, three times thrice, all in all a grey matter expansion across my floor as if brains had become pestilence. Never did the night shine brightly, and in my bed my pillow grips tightly, but in this mess I watch my mind undress, and she covers her breast – and gasps with not undue zest! I am not permitted to seek deeper, only I must stay at the gate, she will meet me here one day. So I wait. Eons pass, and still broken feet at my glass, winter trees whisper frozen diligence against the weather which has ripped my soul to tether, so at the gate I wait. The hinges spit rage, the snow greets slowly, a pathetically raised hand. Hello there! Thoughts are no longer thawed out, instead they simmer. The perch of my mistress mind seated above so high, the great eagle awatch over the psyche sky. All is white, and the fragile fractals slithering down the air tunnels all around call for beastly malcontent. I cannot stay here longer, my eyes sting, my fingertips, merely able to burn the sun raw. When will she shriek, when will it come, when will I nestle back by the fire and recite my hideous words inside again, oh, the agony, the beautiful sweet agony, how it contrasts so wonderfully with my snow-sown gate, the gate, at which I wait.
Yonder the never call back the sweet high cliff mane, as if sound were just a parable all at my feet so neat, I come to flux the irradiated never clean fray, suited day by day, and here I rest, here I clay, never will the wisp my day. Shining bright never the might, and how did it come to be that I am so clean in this machine? It rots my apple stalks my grapple and I cannot see the night so bright, so high and mighty and alone out there, out there. Force the withering cake to the parcel bench and we will see who is best to be me as it is not clear what is driving the fear, and so I merely clench my teeth and rot the parcel with my evening snack – a heart attack. Coming back, I want to see what is within me and source out the real three men who run this bend and teach them what it means to lie to oneself and be unfulfilled; just on the shelf. Where is the deepest sector, the uninfected wound where bacteria me will slip in unbeknownst to other biological inhabitants and take the plunge into the self? The self is on the shelf and does not wish to come out and play, but I greet him day by day and say, it is time we met, Mr. Undressed Wound. Come to me and let's see who is the real McCoy waiting for the horrible gates to fix themselves open.
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#14820677 - 07/25/11 02:06 AM (9 months, 30 days ago) |
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We sit here alone,
and you just can't put down your phone.
Being ignored heightens your fears,
and your whole world turns to tears.
I gently caress your arm,
to protect you from all the harm.
I tell you everything will be alright,
but the pain continues to take a chilling bite.
The night air shivering cold,
when all you want is someone to hold.
You then reach for my hand,
confusing me with your silver ring band.
Half reluctantly I return the favor,
knowing that it is all part of your drunken behavior.
Mixed emotions want to fix your heartache,
when all along I know its a mistake.
Holding you makes me reminisce,
about the last time being with you put me in bliss.
Finally relieved from your figurative sand trap,
you gently rest your head upon my lap.
I softly tuck your hair behind your ear,
your always someone I'll hold dear.
Peacefully you drift off into slumber,
nothing making sense like an irrational number.
The night fades away like a bad vision,
but loving you is such an easy decision.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: xxxjuicexxx]
#14820730 - 07/25/11 02:30 AM (9 months, 30 days ago) |
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Witching hour, 3 a.m.
waiting for women, nothing to do again.
Time crawls.
Life is a paradox, so small yet still important
seeing a movie, tree of life, feel so impotent
perspedtive, a grain of sand on the beach
Feel like a parasite, a tempory leach.
Time grinds slow.
A woman to make my day, to make the blues go away,
will she love me and will she stay?
Still will be in bed wondering what may,
what may make a brighter day.
Stupid and insignificant in the greater scheme of things
don't care what i see, feel, or what the future brings.
happiness is temporary and a life barel lived
always afraid, no matter what I give.
Dead but awake
bad dreams the last three nights
awakening to forms of nightmares and frights
No one can take this away, my chances withered and nothing to say.
My love will come and I will enjoy
the trivial pursuit of one devoid of joy.
Still I will love.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: timelapses]
#14846463 - 07/29/11 10:01 PM (9 months, 25 days ago) |
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A bit about women,
the soul of a woman was created below (I wrote that myself lol, inside joke from a movie),
lol, still waiting in tow,
second fiddle, fuck the riddle.
I don't need the model though I once had them
age catches up and the women around having ten
One post here read and a journey into lonliness
seems so small but but what a gladness
to write, to feel that loving vibe,
nothing right now compares to it but I love to imbibe
Women, so easy to burn bridges
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: timelapses]
#14850539 - 07/31/11 05:50 AM (9 months, 24 days ago) |
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loot by my key board
at every turn another cellar to be assured
another phrase too change afraid my name'll fade beneath these fingers
lingering in rogain style raised by finger licking ninjas
cinder circituous engulfed by prion prised by pigions
rimmer swimmer minions isnt it is isnt it itish
a brush up by the collar sounding more n more astounding
and they've raised em in a pound they say
raised em with a pounding
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#14850710 - 07/31/11 07:44 AM (9 months, 24 days ago) |
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everything insideous
every odious spit an omen
pitch tone over toking
over an obsolete throne open
notion over notion over no shin kicking nose in
everything in sinking quick
the word i wrote in this poem dont fit with coaxed kin
a bong gong belongs to me. son soverignty
an ode too serenade this made enough chicks in to rip it's meaning
meaning your a bulli, im bison, re generate the generation
but all when i was wired by a stollen occupation
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#14850752 - 07/31/11 07:59 AM (9 months, 24 days ago) |
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im oh so pissed at poetry
who wrote an oposing foe or three
an open slot to throw the po at me now it's po i see
i see
i noticed po's posing like bros
i warned ya, now tigger n winnie the poos a no go
somthing sus with thomas postman pat and the fat controller
fireman sams source of assertion pola?
who throws the worst fit when it's over
me my son or the baby blue boys who rise from coals to tackle bipola
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#14850808 - 07/31/11 08:19 AM (9 months, 24 days ago) |
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yo yo i pissed my pants mr over standing vocational sprooker of the lower
i loaned a goefer attitude to overthrow a poker
twist inside out n back da frontal lobe provoking boaster
yo yo a sting of tea cha cha ventriloquist chokers go for the throught ha!
id write it higher but i cant beat ha!
it write it with a ball point texta
better yet id try to type training wheels on trikes
bite the brighter mike reciter
we've all been hoaxed by roped quotes only i can decipher
i've written almost everthing in english litterate since flicked off the lighter
with twisted sticks n fingertips i blush before a diner
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drjustice
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#14853309 - 07/31/11 06:36 PM (9 months, 24 days ago) |
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Your voice is cancer to my ear
I'll follow anyway you vear
I need your guidance for my health
I cannot think for myself
Would you just please direct me?
Show me how to find some glory
Different faces same old story
Control
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Crumpet
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: drjustice]
#14853889 - 07/31/11 08:32 PM (9 months, 24 days ago) |
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wot up doc?
ya just another hinderence
im in the gents lucuna now
where joy'll find my fingerprints
im a timmid piece of work upon a wall of injured idiots
lappidery plaige plaque, carnivool dividends
will in graph grapple.
pp
Edited by Crumpet (07/31/11 10:16 PM)
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timelapses
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#14854438 - 07/31/11 11:15 PM (9 months, 23 days ago) |
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I like that "injured idiots". I find a lot of them in my community.
But on to greater and better things,
the earphones in my ears, rings and rings.
I feel limitless
A nagging feeling within,
So many place inbetween.
The urge to leave and the time for a break,
from the people and community I've come to hate
drug free zones and the cancer it creates
So much is not left up to fate.
Whay can't people understand that?
Moving forward and feeling a joy
there are somethings people can't touch, playing coy.
A pillow of winds my future life like the Floyd lyrics, life is so peaceful, just let me be.
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devilsgrip
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: timelapses]
#14854468 - 07/31/11 11:22 PM (9 months, 23 days ago) |
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I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand
My image is of agony, my servants rape the land
Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain
Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name
Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law
My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore.
I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit
I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet
I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain
And still you play the sycophant and revel in you pain
And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate
I am the politician, and I decide your fate
I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down.-LEMMY
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I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down-LEMMY
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TheGodParticle
Friend
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: devilsgrip]
#14865544 - 08/03/11 01:15 AM (9 months, 21 days ago) |
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This dates back a couple of years now, but I still enjoy it.
In my time I have come to find that to live does not simply mean to breathe, to feel, to have a pulse.
I have felt my blood flow in great haste, my heart beat with unrivaled intensity.
And yet even in such times, I have found myself feeling dead.
That is not to say that I have never felt alive.
I have had my share of highs and lows, periods of heightened senses.
I have embraced the ecstasies of cloud nine, only to come crashing down to ground zero.
I have had fits of passion, sought to leave my imprint on the world.
One that is everlasting; not fleeting, but eternal.
Like an etching into a stone wall, a carving into a mountainside,
Not footprints in the sand, doomed to be swallowed by the tide,
Nor tracks in the snow, soon to be covered up, soon to melt away, or soon to blend in with the tracks others have left behind. Sometimes it can be difficult to find which tracks are your own.
And they say that life is like laying the tracks down in front of a train moving at high speed.
But maybe it is best to stop laying the tracks down.
Yes, yes, that is the truth of it.
I say life only begins when the train has veered off course.
Life can start once you stop trying to live.
The river's current is unpredictable, and yet the river endlessly flows as one.
It is both its beginning and its destination all at once,
Much like my life is already all it will ever be.
One must simply let life live itself.
Like a dog that knows the way home,
My life already knows the path to take, Correcting its course even as I alter its directions.
It is the path of that hopeless grain of sand that was swept into the ocean.
It is hidden beneath the surface and yet constantly in motion.
It cannot see what lies above, it has no view of the horizon.
But I have faith that it will get there.
So when does it all end?
When does this Life stop?
When do I die?
I have felt dead before, perhaps I already have died.
My cells have grown, multiplied, but then withered and died themselves.
This cycle has repeated itself.
I have shed my skin many times over, and yet I have maintained identity.
Like a tree that casts off its leaves as the chill of winter sets in, only to return to life as springs sends its whispers through the forest.
And so I have not died, nor will I ever.
In my future I see no permanent peace in heaven, nor damnation in hell.
I do not know what I will see.
As of now I expect to see nothing or not see at all.
Such answers cannot be found, so I have stopped asking the question.
Still, I know I shall obtain my little slice of immortality.
When my pulse ceases, when I flatline, when I "die," I know that whether I am conscious of it or unaware,
I will still be living.
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To be shaken out of the ruts of ordinary perception, to be shown for a few timeless hours the outer and inner world, not as they appear to an animal obsessed with survival or to a human being obsessed with words and notions, but as they are apprehended, directly and unconditionally, by Mind at Large — this is an experience of inestimable value to everyone and especially to the intellectual.
mguyer.blogspot.com
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jakenichols
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet] 1
#14888587 - 08/08/11 01:46 AM (9 months, 16 days ago) |
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vote for me
i'll make you free
take out the troops
lower the fees
vote for me
i'll save your family
end the wars
find Osama
it's me your friendly neighborhood Obama
it's a whirlwind across the nation
yes i'd like to accept this nomination
give me the cars
give me the jets
i'll pay you people to put
all your bets
on me
i'll save your country
all the money from the rich and the poor
i'll just take more and more and more
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: jakenichols]
#14896272 - 08/09/11 12:14 PM (9 months, 15 days ago) |
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I like this one it rolls off the tongue when reading.^
Born into captivity.
I thought at my head,
and until the tides are dead,
the syringe calls my friends,
And I hope to start again.
Danny was my friend of mine he lost his job and family,
And turned to drinking until he realised it wouldn't change any thing.
So he went to his financial institution with C4.
Took out all his money, and pushed button,then burst into a fiery ring.
Because on a foundation so strong,
where you think nothing could go wrong.
In every mind is desire to be free.
Even if they know freedom is illusion,
But is that so wrong,
to feel you don't belong,
in a world against you,
what would a working man do,
George left his wife on a Monday,
Mondays drove him crazy,
killed a man in reno ,got addicted to opium.
burned down a casio, and became a peace protester.
This building we build,
even when destroyed will still remain.
And you can't help your wrong.
But all you can do is to find friends
women and sing your murder songs.
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Crumpet
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: hecticpicnic]
#14905936 - 08/11/11 10:39 AM (9 months, 13 days ago) |
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twista macro backflip hatrick
non annointing ratshit
pac man data return
fridge magnet merman
once upon a very confetti gday
a very confetti gday
once upon a ponder frog hop
hence a very confetti gday
feeling finger slippers
alpha thumb under scun grippers
clippers
clippers
tippie toes, flipa knows
houses the pavement
our says noun the old saytan
Edited by Crumpet (08/11/11 10:49 AM)
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desert father
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#14906548 - 08/11/11 12:47 PM (9 months, 13 days ago) |
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hi
don't really know why i'm feeling compelled to post this, but here it goes anyway...
never one for "told you so's"
but i think that you should know
the more distant i am from your desires
the more i'm able to grow
consciousness streams from an unknown source
physically will through this life's course
no sure place to base my faith
this life is whatever you make it
told of a place where happiness lies
run to this place with immense pride
only to experience a truth
that death takes physicality away from you
but what is left when your body dies?
do i fear the inevitable?
do i run and hide?
or will death liberate my pain inside?
i want to, yet i don't want to die
is my faith in liberation of pain all a lie?
a fascade, an imaginary crutch?
as dangerous as a needle in my clutch?
so i'm left to conclude
all this faith is pointless too
all you're left to do
is accept death that surely comes to you
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i'm a loser and a user so i don't need no accuser
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: desert father]
#14929821 - 08/16/11 03:26 AM (9 months, 8 days ago) |
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Been writing a bit lately. Friend and I started making music together. I'm going to post the songs here for input. So yeah, any input would be great.
Suburban Life (working title?)
Waking up groggy in the chilly morning
Feels like the dream ended too soon
Expecting the day to be quite boring
Expectations for the day set low like the moon
Another afternoon watching the clock tick
Rotting and thinking in this old chair
When the sun starts to fall we’ll take our pick
Sitting here or there, inside or in the air
The sun falls with no reasons to be thrilled
Listen to some music maybe a movie too
A suburban life has left us unfulfilled
Talking of more exciting things we should do.
This one is meant to be sort of funny.
Rich White Collars Untie (play on the title of a Leftover Crack song Gay Rude Boys Unite)
I’m a one job, two paycheck asshole
A 3 piece suit, 4 car rascal
So give me all your money right now
This is what I want your taxes and your bills.
Living in the top ten percent making a multi mill
Laughing at the people hardly living on less
Doesn’t matter me thought, separated from the rest
I’m a five girl, 6 watch dickhead
Seven servant, 8 figure purebred
But give me all your money right now
And it’ll trickle down into my bank account
Scholarships that only go to my kids and their friends
Taxes my company definitely won’t pay
Don’t question us, do what we say.
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Enjoywho
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: devilsgrip]
#14929830 - 08/16/11 03:32 AM (9 months, 8 days ago) |
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Quote:
devilsgrip said:
I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand
My image is of agony, my servants rape the land
Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain
Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name
Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law
My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore.
I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit
I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet
I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain
And still you play the sycophant and revel in you pain
And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate
I am the politician, and I decide your fate
I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down.-LEMMY
Fuckin great.
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nowwhoutthink
maybe im dreaming
Registered: 07/09/09
Posts: 4,407
Loc: 805 Saint Cloud Road Mars
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Enjoywho]
#14953059 - 08/20/11 02:57 PM (9 months, 4 days ago) |
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(written on a fungi trip....unfinished and not sure its even sensible hha...forgive the grammar errors and such..will finish on next adventure)
So I stepped outside on an amorphous morning.Clouds covered the sun. mist and dew blanketed the flowers and grass lightly like a moist kiss on young lovers lips. It was very humid and felt as if steam was encompassing my entire body. leaching into my pores , cells, brain,and heart.the humidity grew over the hours while time was spent gazing around at nature that begun to envelop me. I ,and "we" ,as in the entire family of animals, flowers, nature in general felt the love run through our veins straight to the heart and mind. leaves swayed as if they were waving hello to each other. mushrooms in groups looked like mini colonies just thriving to be apart of it all. Nature was ahold of me tightly yet i was anywhere but close to myself. as the obscured sky cleared slowly a smile of haze spread through the misty clouds. warmth grew inside my naturally drugged body. we were apart of it all. The tree was my friend. He understood me. His knowlege that people rarely get to comprehend gave a nudge to my serotonin recepters. Full appreciation was given for only a few could ever understand the great beauty of this. imaginary photos arose and mirages glew and spread along my third eye. all while my vision was greeted with miraculois colors, images, thoughts of love, empathy, a rebirth of happiness.
I threw on my headphones after debating if I really wanted to drown out the beauitful sound of nature that became the soundtrack of the morning. But after doing so, the tones, melodies, and the rhythmic bliss that went in the ear canal and circled my brain made it seem as if i was in another, yet just as majestic location. Sounds became colours and colors turned into taste. I was floating in a familiar yet seemingly new world. Spicy like india, exotic like Nepal, yet all so familiar. As if it was a nostalgic dream forggotton many years ago and am now reliving.
night grows like a subtle reminder note. The sunrise has become a past. light leaks from doors and passing cars. reality hits you once the realization of it all binds to your mind.
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BluePixieWaves
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: nowwhoutthink]
#14968053 - 08/23/11 07:58 PM (9 months, 1 day ago) |
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Siting, just waiting
Waiting for bliss to give me a juicy kiss.
It starts up in my head, am I dead?
This throbbing thought of complete boredom.
This feeling of dread in my head.
It builds up and makes me feel apathetic, maybe even pathetic.
Nothing matters, I'm alone, I wish I was stoned, I wish I felt content.
Feeling like nothing will ever bring pleasure, nothing is good enough. Wishing to sense other worldly sensations and new vibrations.
Will they come? Am I really this numb?
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I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?" Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, "No, that's not right." Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.
~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 30
Edited by BluePixieWaves (08/23/11 08:03 PM)
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River Man
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: BluePixieWaves]
#14986616 - 08/27/11 11:37 AM (8 months, 28 days ago) |
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Here are a few of mine:
The Six Things I Could Never Do Without
Music:
A pool to swallow
any feelings
of discontent.
An infinite landscape to explore
shattered ideals.
Through visuals, sound, and word
I harbor The Freedom to Create:
A flame undying
even when oppressed
by those who are cruel
and arrogant.
I focus on the human condition
and on human suffering.
I crave Emotional Connection.
I am a listener
and a mediator.
I hope to heal the pain of others.
The seeds of inspiration
come not from outside
but from within,
through Dreams.
In sleep or awakening
my visions yearn to escape.
My salvation lies
within.
I sit
halfway between heaven and earth,
and through Meditation
I find healing.
Whatever our afflictions,
our desires
greedy and insatiable,
The essential need,
that which pacifies the pain of being,
is Love.
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Dream of No Sleeping
I have spent many
sleepless nights
throwing scattered words
to pages.
So rarely endowed
with ideas,
but the pen
keeps on dancing.
When no amount of melatonin
could sink my mind
beneath the wall of sleep,
I entertain my fantasies.
Like gilded birds of tarnished cages,
I let them spread their wings.
A painting, sketch, printing
design.
With cybernetic nanotechnology
or twigs, burnt
and beautifully primitive.
A song, a riff, some chords,
composed.
Feel deep the bass,
dry, rumbling,
Piano moist with reverberation.
I do not feel the sudden urge
to slum beneath the sheets
for the creative trance
ignites a nostalgia
that harkens back
to my dreams.
And I live to live
in dreaming.
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Truth?
What of man
Longs for comfort
In others?
We
"evolved"
Have yet to shatter
The paradigm
And find comfort
In ourselves.
I once glimpsed
Eternal connection
And the truth
That we
Are one.
Yet still each day
I awake
To the same bitter longing
And carry the weight
Of loneliness
In my heart.
If we are one
And reality
Contained
By eternal beauty
Is us.
Then why
Do my emotions
Supersede
The truth?
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Tainted Afternoon
No misfortune has wounded
me today
yet my tongue drips ambivalence
And my mind barks
at each annoyance
like hornets on my spine
Perhaps the coffee,
Drip black
my morning light,
imparted bitterness?
Usurped tranquility?
I sit and judge.
Why
do their guffaws
enrage me
not impregnate joy?
Perhaps
a bad trip
from my favorite
morning drug.
Or maybe I should meditate?
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I'm working on a really long one based on a trip.
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(Psycho Active) Drug Experiences:
Caffeine, Chocolate, Kava Kava, Alcohol, Cannabis, Psilocybin/Psilocin (Psilocybe Cubensis,) DXM, Salvia Divinorum.
Wants to try:
DMT, Ayahuasca, LSD, Mescaline, & (possibly) MDMA.
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weshroom
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: River Man]
#15019777 - 09/02/11 07:49 PM (8 months, 22 days ago) |
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Winding up or winding down.
Which ever way you look at it
Condensing feeling into a single sound
Travel on and drift by
Always watching
The open eye
Pried from the jaws of life
Experience self
Creating
Meaning passing.
We knew not.
Lasting.
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Expiscator
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: weshroom]
#15021641 - 09/03/11 07:36 AM (8 months, 21 days ago) |
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the most glancing touch did leave behind a feeling of another kind,
a light that shines so deep inside, the passion shared of an unstable mind.
you be there where you dance and play where time does not exist in eternity.
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"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
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Expiscator
Unstable
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Loc: Scotland
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Expiscator]
#15021657 - 09/03/11 07:45 AM (8 months, 21 days ago) |
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I want to come
can i please.
I want to dance with you so more
no body left to lug around
no inner voice
no confusing sound
no contradictions in my brain
no moral values to sustain
my predilection is with you
to fly to soar
to feel with no knowledge how
to tangle in eternal space
a knot so complex it knows no bounds
To be the light, to be the sound
so impeccably profound
to be the feeling of the dawn
i want to come
can I Please.
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"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
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weshroom
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Expiscator]
#15024337 - 09/03/11 05:30 PM (8 months, 21 days ago) |
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Quote:
Expiscator said:
I want to come
can i please.
I want to dance with you so more
no body left to lug around
no inner voice
no confusing sound
no contradictions in my brain
no moral values to sustain
my predilection is with you
to fly to soar
to feel with no knowledge how
to tangle in eternal space
a knot so complex it knows no bounds
To be the light, to be the sound
so impeccably profound
to be the feeling of the dawn
i want to come
can I Please.
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Cynosure
allow me to be your guide.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: weshroom]
#15030459 - 09/04/11 09:25 PM (8 months, 19 days ago) |
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I wrote this, although it's a bit cheesy and cliche, for my girlfriend as the days counted down for her departure to another country in hopes of higher education.
Oh Rose!
Oh Rose, of joy,
with leaves passionate,
I have clutched you near.
The days pass like Cloud overhead,
as Wind's beckon echoes louder.
Unbind you I must,
despite the misery,
so that you may float free.
Oh Rose, drape not
for I leave in you
my watchful eyes
and in you my loving heart.
In being gone,
I am not gone,
wherever you may be.
Oh Rose, fret not
as the eloquent blood
speaks in your cheeks
and Morning's dew
kisses your lips.
I am not gone,
and you are a part of me.
-- Stem
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"You can peel it [language] off the ceiling and make it dance in front of you" - McKenna
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ImaginingEmotions
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Cynosure]
#15050871 - 09/08/11 09:23 PM (8 months, 15 days ago) |
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The universe is fubar.
You have no idea,
what it is,
what it was,
what it will be.
The end.
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"The world's a rollercoaster and I am not strapped in. Maybe I should hold with care but my arms are busy in the air saying I wish you were here."
If we didn't have pain, we wouldn't know pleasure.
It's not that I'm never wrong, it's just that I never open my mouth unless I'm right.
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Earth Child
EDM Junkie
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Posts: 3,276
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All comes from the skin,
the skin comes from all.
Granter of the diverse, visible shell.
We show our love by killing for, dying for,
that which cares for us. Killing for, killing us..
Don't worry; the favor shall be returned.
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Life is too short for this sorrow. You may be here today and gone tomorrow.
My Poetry · If you have the time, it's worth the journey · Shameless Self-Promotion
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NoobCybot
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Earth Child]
#15060537 - 09/10/11 10:13 PM (8 months, 13 days ago) |
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I thought I thought of a thought
but the thought that I thought of was
the same thought I thought of before
every time I try to think of a thought
I haven't thought of I end up
thinking thoughts I shouldn't be thinking.
NoobCybot
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Desert Elf
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#15076553 - 09/14/11 03:40 AM (8 months, 10 days ago) |
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Let us raise up our glasses "gān bēi!", "salut!!", "cheers!!!"
A toast to the great apes with all their ideas.
Torture our minds with illusory fears.
Get primative after a couple of beers.
Return like lost ducklings to that valley of tears.
Too shy to get naked, without fingers in ears.
Let fortunate souls keep changing the gears.
Work faster and faster please, you're in arrears.
We're ignorant soldiers, we're outcasts, we're queers.
We're riding in taxis and fishing from piers.
Building some Tescos, not far from Ikeas.
And we are the wizards, and we are the seers.
We're bloody great apes, with a wealth of ideas.
Expecting a future that never appears.
Something I wrote a while back. For anyone who thinks the rhyme and cadence are passe....... you are right man... right on.
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Tat Savitur Varenyam
Bhargo Devasya Dhimahi
Dhiyo Yo Nah Prachodayat
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Desert Elf]
#15076560 - 09/14/11 03:42 AM (8 months, 10 days ago) |
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About an Egg.
He sat on the wall. Looking at both sides, all the people, always wondering which side he could trust to catch him.
He didnt think climbing down was an option. Silly bastard jumped one day. Nobody caught him. His insides were out. No chance people were gonna fix this aweful mess. Not even 120 men could. Fuck, they could not spare the time nor effort on this singular event.
"Oh well," they said.
"Just another egg that failed to hatch."
The question is; what was he doing on the wall in the first place? It was clear he didnt know how to get down. It was also clear he was only an egg. How did the egg get on the wall? I can see no way he got their on his own. He was set upon the wall. The guilty party never got a mention. The rest of the people involved may be guilty of negligence. Though it would have been quite simple to say,
"oh, but i hadn't noticed him."
Would anyone have noticed an egg on a wall? Because, if they had they would have been obliged to call it to everyone's attention. Perhaps they could have safely taken him from this dangerous perch and assisted his incubation.
In an ideal world, of course.
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Tat Savitur Varenyam
Bhargo Devasya Dhimahi
Dhiyo Yo Nah Prachodayat
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Desert Elf]
#15076564 - 09/14/11 03:43 AM (8 months, 10 days ago) |
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Remember the basic instructions.
There was a procedure for waking up.
Before the charicature that you so adamantly accept as your self told you to moor in this bleak, murky water.
And now you believe there are no more tunnels.
You fancy yourself a cartoon amongst cartoon objects.
That refridgerator has an instruction manual you never read.
It matters hardly. You are twenty-first century.You have seen it all before.
So are you sure then that the cold is staying in and the dial is synchronised for the time of day?
This is the product of my thinking.
Nothing else. Why would I share this?
Do you remember how to say Hello.
When to say hello, or rather, excuse me.
Then what. How are you?
Then what. Fine thanks, you?
Then what, the list is endless, but is the list necessary.
Is it for enjoyment, and if so, is it enjoyable?
Is there a higher motivation, and if so, do you fancy your chances?
If the conversation is to be enjoyed, then maybe some physical contact would also.
And the next time some friendly, enjoyable physical contact will preceed some friendly enjoyable conversation.
Thus, the link in the story is kept fresh.
But let that thought perish.
What if looks can kill. Perhaps a clandestine meeting in disguise and free from eyes.
No this just wont do.
Those days are dead. This is not a mess if you keep it together. Let that perish.
It is only a mess because you are looking at some imagined potential.
Can you converse with the mess.
Is there a beast in the corner of your room gesturing at you with it's tongue.
If you are moored for long enough, things start popping up around you.
Is this the mess where you moor? Or is it the reflection of the rolling current.
Does your true nature elude you in the wake of karma?
Or does it simply elude you?
Your true nature is always on display. So awareness can only help the situation.
Maybe the hello was not in order.
For that, you will never get to the bottom of an apology.
So why bother, other than for what is truly necessary.
Do you suppose to know what that is?
Return to the fluidity of your indifferent disposition.
Then everyone else can tear down the rest.
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Om Bhur Bhuvah Svaha
Tat Savitur Varenyam
Bhargo Devasya Dhimahi
Dhiyo Yo Nah Prachodayat
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Desert Elf]
#15076569 - 09/14/11 03:45 AM (8 months, 10 days ago) |
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Human beings...
Always SEEKING to fill whatever is already FULL..
Acquire, fix, gain, fill, complete, finish, achieve..
Our minds, our thoughts, OUR EGO'S,
is nothing but a all a welltrained extension of insecurity...
Ever seeking to solve problems that doesnt really exist..
It only exists as a phantom..
Like a giant spot on our spirituality..
Its kinda like a dog chasing its tail forever...
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Desert Elf]
#15076579 - 09/14/11 03:49 AM (8 months, 10 days ago) |
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Three and Four Whole Years Apart.
I cannot recall for the life of me,
Lunchtime spent with family.
The playground must have been so vast.
Those hours must have gone so fast.
I do remember daily aches.
There was something in the water.
Some had juice and chocolate cakes.
There was something in the water.
And when they got them on the speed,
I think I prayed, I hope this helps.
To stop the beltings, and indeed,
accompanying yelps.
I do recall naming you slut!
It wasn't from the heart.
Filled with shame and nothing but,
It wasn't from the heart.
And on the day we were divided.
I thought I could pull strings.
The plan was too one sided
and was missing certain things.
I remember halloween, the mess.
I knew we were in strife.
And you got so agressive that I tried to take my life.
And when the house burned to the ground,
we found a new rapport.
But never would I "impregnate"
my first kiss from next door.
I think back to the day you left
She crushed you with a bike.
You got to go and live with that old lady that we liked.
I remember washing windows.
Two bucks fifty. Pie and Coke.
we spent time with my father,
an honest working bloke.
And when she booked our exit,
from the beach out to the cold.
I stated my objections
and we did as we were told.
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Tat Savitur Varenyam
Bhargo Devasya Dhimahi
Dhiyo Yo Nah Prachodayat
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Rebel_At_War]
#15076580 - 09/14/11 03:49 AM (8 months, 10 days ago) |
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My heart is silently whispering: Keep ure friends n loved ones close,
Dare to talk, feel, express yourselfe, Its not worth it loosing your soul..
Live life like theres no tomorro.. Its not worth spending life all alone..
Cause one day its all gone and u cant carry on,
knowing ure all on your own..
Meanwhile my mind keeps saying: You dont know what its about,
Dont trust, feel or express yourselfe, they'll hurt you without a doubt!
You only live once, so dont wait for the next man or gyal to help you out,
Cause talk is cheap, only action speaks,
All the rest i'd do better without...
By now my conciousness is screaming: Please just set me free!
You should seek, learn, ask, speak, find out where your meant to be!
Life is a game of russian roulette, u eighter die or succeed,
Have selfcontrol and nourish your soul,
or else you will never ever find peace....
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Rebel_At_War]
#15095382 - 09/18/11 10:10 AM (8 months, 6 days ago) |
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I love a good Haiku simple and sweet.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: twixbar]
#15095499 - 09/18/11 10:46 AM (8 months, 6 days ago) |
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Time to go.
numb from the cold,
stuck out on the dock
with my heart strung out like a fishing line
im here
but stuck in a thought
wrapped up around you waiting for the time
when the wrecking ball will come
and smash our building to pieces.
letting the ashes come crumbling
it swings back and forth just to tease us.
and when there is nothing left,
but the rubble and the fire
will you stay?
will you stay?
will you stay?
will you help me build a new foundation?
will you help me clean this mess we have created?
we've created a mess of this,
worst of all when our lips kiss
the bodies buried beneath flash and fade away.
will you help me recover?
from the rubble and the fire.
or is it,
your time to go?
ill be here waiting
making sense of why you stayed for so long
and how
we can't let go.
people screaming,
their hearts are burning from the wrecking ball.
it's time to go,
but will you stay?
it's time to go,
but will you stay?
it's time to go.
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untitled
men are stepping in a line.
heart is beating throat is dry.
veins are steel with blood inside.
it all feels wrong but told it's right.
Back at home - the fruit is ready on the vine
I hope they'll know - where I'm buried when I die
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: moonrockmushy]
#15205818 - 10/10/11 02:01 PM (7 months, 15 days ago) |
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consequences so steep
blinding truth and all reason
to sleep 6 feet deep
to purge the season
drowned in his guts
eat the pain and fear
our mouths sown shut
throats slit ear to ear
blood red sky's
rain hate and fear
first in line to die
just to leave here.
Noob
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 Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: NoobCybot]
#15208440 - 10/11/11 05:20 AM (7 months, 14 days ago) |
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i was going through some of my old journals and came across this... i wrote it right around the same time i was formally diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder eight years ago... i realize it's really not classic poetry in the sense of rhyme and meter, but it's my style...
i hope someone can appreciate this...
i'm in the process of trying to understand consciousness as the foundation of our human experience and the reality that is perceived... there is no ghost in the atom... more so, the atom is a creation of our mind... consciousness creates reality... i want to test the limits of perception, to move beyond the constructs that restrict existential possibilities... i've learned it is indeed the logic that can trip us over, the pervasive thoughts that create our prison... real truth lies in the depths of the heart... it is time to abandon this reality that has obscured what is real and what is not... I am not sure about the future of this world, but I trust that the world that I see is changing shape and that a new personal capacity for love, joy and truth will soon be revealed... i guess i am trying to transcend my outdated mind state, trying to overthrow all those rules and regulations that society has placed on me, trying to see the light amongst the shadows...
Kensho
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: cateyes]
#15209575 - 10/11/11 11:16 AM (7 months, 14 days ago) |
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Quote:
cateyes said:
i'm in the process of trying to understand consciousness as the foundation of our human experience and the reality that is perceived... there is no ghost in the atom... more so, the atom is a creation of our mind... consciousness creates reality... i want to test the limits of perception, to move beyond the constructs that restrict existential possibilities... i've learned it is indeed the logic that can trip us over, the pervasive thoughts that create our prison... real truth lies in the depths of the heart... it is time to abandon this reality that has obscured what is real and what is not... I am not sure about the future of this world, but I trust that the world that I see is changing shape and that a new personal capacity for love, joy and truth will soon be revealed... i guess i am trying to transcend my outdated mind state, trying to overthrow all those rules and regulations that society has placed on me, trying to see the light amongst the shadows...
I appreciate this, and I relate to it. Profound meaning without clumsy metaphors to misinterpret. I like it
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: eckhem]
#15209638 - 10/11/11 11:32 AM (7 months, 14 days ago) |
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bouncing back my itchy finger lighters
biccering about a bounty in ruin im as hyped az
telligrams of gramps grams offered of too hop on off of
pitched wide pidgion sitting still, silled, a kip can kill em
Quote a sleuth soothsaying ensilage "steap pull"
definite juxtapose to iron eyed on village people
Its a soul ishu
steamed beans inner tissue
I T being thy form of prion
Iron Eyed On
AB
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#15209652 - 10/11/11 11:35 AM (7 months, 14 days ago) |
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BP
The leaders in fuel industry
Edited by Crumpet (11/27/11 10:23 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#15248096 - 10/19/11 03:09 PM (7 months, 6 days ago) |
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stop thinking start writing
start typing no blighting
the lighting in here is dark and not shining
but there are little mushrooms smiling
and creating the smallest glow
around their fine glimmer
the circle things around the stem
phallic messengers, little friends
In an exalted position
below god
asking angels for permission
to relieve the burden
crowing away
at the catholic mission
taking that wagon full of bricks
and hoisting it fur wards
into the abyss on my shoulders
sucked into the black hole above my shoulders
It goes into infinity
and sometimes it stays on the borders
hoarded by my fucking mind hoarders
and it's curious how many times
I don't notice myself blinking
subconscious clockwork
underwater thinking
How many things slip through the filter
How little comes through the channel
the passageway
the energy searing out the top of the head
is the spirit, the soul, when it's gone
body is dead
and I fled from death
but death found me
and poetry (incandescent label)
still speaks here for me.
that's how I became a zombie
now fetch me some brains slave monkey tamed brainless fucked dames.
fetch me some wenches and brandy and beer
and weed and lsd
you fucking queers
and music
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: BeautyMachine]
#15248107 - 10/19/11 03:10 PM (7 months, 6 days ago) |
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^ wrote that one sober
wrote this one high:
It was downed by a helicopter
shot down by fire demons
flying through the innersphere
above my head at the time
looking upwards, in the direction of escape
and the jungle surrounding
gunshots in the distance
and an overwhelming sense of amnesia
amongst the ruins
and fire demons
flying through the outer sphere
cutting the air as they pass
grimacing and cracking their whips
and they laugh and cry with amusement
when they look at this scorched earth
and the conflagration
that arose to meet the night sky
the purity contained in the bruises
as i look up in the direction of escape
an overwhelming warmth
overtakes the extremities
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: BeautyMachine]
#15248306 - 10/19/11 04:01 PM (7 months, 6 days ago) |
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I wrote this about 3 years ago. Maybe some of you will enjoy it. I don't write poetry that rhymes usually, and even if i do they are still in some context of a short story. this is suppose to be a drug induced dream, influenced by a real drug induced, but slightly different, dream. the characters are some of my friends, yet i used aliases/nicknames with some of them, like lucifer or whatever.
open to possibilities
I feel like diesel oil in this rest. Smoke and layers of black paint blind me. The opium must have kicked in. I wonder if my nose is still bleeding immiscible colors of crimson and white. Slowly the aerosol scatters and the paint illuminates. Light begins to enter my vision and it creates an image. There I am.....
A circle of animated cadavers sitting around a bonfire. I believe there are five of us. I feel like a native waiting to see what hides in these flames, like the Don Juan of the group. Lucifer, who is sitting to the right of me, says out loud to everyone "sometimes the dead don't stay dead. in this unholy situation you must detatch the head from where it rests." A black cat states "a fruit cellar is a wonderful place to perform this deed." I remember a fact I learned as a child and reply to the feline "yes stranger, blood fertilizes fruit very well. but i want to know what images you all are seeing in this fire."
The black cat sees rain.
Lucifer sees white.
I see tiny paintings of a girl I love dancing together. The colors of green and purple.
As I stare fixated, the flames suddenly dance away and crawl onto Dane who has been sitting across from me this whole time. He jumps up in a fit of extreme pain and screams "Play Dead, Everyone!"
There was no need to play.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: veryhoudini]
#15248324 - 10/19/11 04:07 PM (7 months, 6 days ago) |
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Expell Blue Bombshells.....
....Indwell in motel pastel, as the understanding of comfort befells and finds you. Feelings of westbound blues, and the botch I misdo, gave you feelings of being see-through, almost a ghost on the coast of the bijou bayou. I learned from her circles, that you are a circle sway, and everything I say heads straight out the shipway to a rocky display of drunken dismay. I'm afraid I can't continue this way although I know if the world becomes a storm, the sea and wreckage will conform, and blow up north to again travel west. Yet, I'm up to my neck in you, ghost of my bayou, with eyes of jewels.
Alas, hereto you and the painting we have skewed.
Alas, wineglass tips to bluegrass hearts, while comfort befells and finds you well.
I thought you stars above my town, yet I found we are all around, exceeding speeds of light and sound. Astroboy and Angel in flower gowns. Expell blue bombshells.
Spaceman crash lands on clouds of Ellann.
Remind yourself: Exhale fox tail.
Spaceman, kiss sweetly, Ellann, and show her this life was never deadpan.
Remind yourself: Inhale ringtail.
I want to sing that rock and roll ballad with only smoke rings and pure absense of everything else.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: veryhoudini]
#15248330 - 10/19/11 04:08 PM (7 months, 6 days ago) |
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i’ll miss my severed hands
In a million years I will never feel solace like I did this night. Not with the strongest high; my best fuck; or in my grave.
Only here:
laying on white sand, staring up to three moons, starring in the great sky. Each one being my only connection to true light on this dark coast. That warmth of the sun projected onto me; rays of MDMA.
I prefer it this way. An absense of everything that once seemed important, including me. Because all I can see are the three faces of my satellites, reflecting;
off the sand, the sea, my skin, and everything else.
There's only three hours until sunrise. Will I fade like twilight?
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: veryhoudini]
#15248333 - 10/19/11 04:08 PM (7 months, 6 days ago) |
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I Thought About You
I've spent nineteen hours waiting here for an escape from earth. My projection to space. Something that at one time seemed so promising, but the longer i stand here on this dirt road, the more distant we become.
In fact I've never seen the stars look so dim as they do tonight; as they do in my eyes right now. Two years ago, this same astral plane seemed so much more meaningful to me. The collection of gasses, dust and waste inspired a mind set of endless possibilities. It supported and nodded my happy bobble head.
However as I learned: everyone breaks and everything leaves. Even on this dirt road 40 miles from the dirt city, I still see how this assumption is correct. I'm broken down during the process of leaving when I just need to go out of existence or just down the road forever.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: veryhoudini]
#15248339 - 10/19/11 04:11 PM (7 months, 6 days ago) |
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Last "poetry" post for the day. maybe i'll get around to posting stuff that isn't 3 to 5 years old.
Duality
Not a single atom was wasted during the creation of her in the sun-kissed breeze, and when nature was finally finished, she was found under a tree with olives haning from violin strings. Standing beyond her, returning from a wandering dream, running on the sun's beams, kissed on the elementary school lawn.
I tried to picture her fifty or so past lifes ago, before her now fallacious body and mind. A moth, a fish, a whore, a queen, a slave, Jacqueline O, and now nothing better off than vast nothingness.
I walk away from the child and decide to leave her behind as the dust upon an old broken harp that she use to play for me alone. I argue the conception of God and the illusion of external design and the idea that any of our past forms actually enjoyed each other.
A Brahman longs for annihilation, as he believes rebirth to be a step beyond his own putrid flesh, yet she and I know nothing of this. In fact, I dont care about any other life other than mine right now, and the forgiveness one should recieve and give.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: veryhoudini]
#15348894 - 11/10/11 07:33 AM (6 months, 15 days ago) |
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What is the sea of sea?
It is the ocean of all that will ever be.
It comes at us in a series of waves,
each having an impact on the way that we behave.
These waves are made of energy,
some waves help us create some amazing synergy,
but some are negative and put us in a mental state
of depressive sedation, others are positive
and offer you the amazing things they want to give.
Waves offer many affections,
some are desired, and receive our attention,
others we ignore
because we'd rather not get annoyed.
Some waves come offering love,
while others just coast by with a shove.
The sea of sea is all pushing and pulling,
sometimes sweet, and always lulling.
Sometimes we face defeat,
but the waves always have something to teach.
Sometimes we get pulled into the undertow,
when the waves have something they want us to know,
they'll drown us in their knowledge,
and swirl us into unconsciousness,
testing our competence, before pushing us back to our shore,
back to our home that we've grown to adore.
The waves will always pull us back for more,
with each wave crash opening a new door,
some of these waves we can choose to ignore,
but there will always be some who seek to shake our very core,
coasting waves with the intention to save,
letting us ride,
caressing our bodies as they take a look inside,
picking and probing they make our fears subside.
These gentle waves give love to caress us with,
giving us feelings that we thought were just made of myth,
before taking us back to our shore.
Back to our home that we oh so adore.
I don't write poetry often, but maybe I can revive this thread? 
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Bomb Diggity]
#15369428 - 11/14/11 01:22 PM (6 months, 11 days ago) |
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Someone please tell me if this is decent, if so I have much better stuff already published thru my school and/or lyrics from my band that I'd love to share:
In my life
the best days
I don't sleep
in a lucid dream
spun on tweak
my intent was not to
defy the sheep
that would all call it weak
when all they know is force fed beliefs
never reaching for the peak
never setting their minds free
born then buried with a eulogy
to mask a void legacy
paralyzed by choice
they surrender their voice
one after the other
lining up forever
and now a poem about my mom after she died...
A glimpse of light
With every instant spent in rhythm within this holy medium,
I have grown as you have risen and freed us all from internal prisons
Not thru choice or conscience motive,
your light brings warmth
as it shows us....
What's truly vital in the the hearts of all men;
when hopeless and scared our source will ascend,
as you always have and will in the end.
So I choke on words to represent,
how grateful I am of my origin...
...who is an utterly unique and amazing person...
...who is beyond perfect in maintaining compassion...
My mother, my life, my beliefs, my breathes,
and all the reasons for all the rest...
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Bomb Diggity]
#15369435 - 11/14/11 01:24 PM (6 months, 11 days ago) |
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Bomb Diggity said:
What is the sea of sea?
It is the ocean of all that will ever be.
It comes at us in a series of waves,
each having an impact on the way that we behave.
These waves are made of energy,
some waves help us create some amazing synergy,
but some are negative and put us in a mental state
of depressive sedation, others are positive
and offer you the amazing things they want to give.
Waves offer many affections,
some are desired, and receive our attention,
others we ignore
because we'd rather not get annoyed.
Some waves come offering love,
while others just coast by with a shove.
The sea of sea is all pushing and pulling,
sometimes sweet, and always lulling.
Sometimes we face defeat,
but the waves always have something to teach.
Sometimes we get pulled into the undertow,
when the waves have something they want us to know,
they'll drown us in their knowledge,
and swirl us into unconsciousness,
testing our competence, before pushing us back to our shore,
back to our home that we've grown to adore.
The waves will always pull us back for more,
with each wave crash opening a new door,
some of these waves we can choose to ignore,
but there will always be some who seek to shake our very core,
coasting waves with the intention to save,
letting us ride,
caressing our bodies as they take a look inside,
picking and probing they make our fears subside.
These gentle waves give love to caress us with,
giving us feelings that we thought were just made of myth,
before taking us back to our shore.
Back to our home that we oh so adore.
I don't write poetry often, but maybe I can revive this thread?
I like this one a lot. Haven't read them all yet, but the free verse style very much agrees with me.
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My avatar is my beautiful and young (well - 23 years old makes hear a physical specimen who's full of life), pyschonaut apprentice - and wife of 3 years.
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Bomb Diggity
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: TriggerFun]
#15369484 - 11/14/11 01:40 PM (6 months, 11 days ago) |
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awesome, finally some activity in this thread
glad that someone likes mine that's the only one I posted btw
Yours' are definitely more than descent, the first one sounds like a song
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Disclaimer: All posts created by the user "Bomb Diggity" are entirely fictitious and are created solely for entertainment purposes to cope with his severe social anxiety.
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airclay
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Bomb Diggity]
#15371152 - 11/14/11 07:21 PM (6 months, 11 days ago) |
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more stoned than I've been in a while. just started these kinda stuck one the first one and last one.
no title
oh yes the world it drowns
and I see the hands
waving with false hopes
we know we're all dead
cause beyond the bodies
lie endless more
and the blood it drains
down into our lungs
oh yes the world it drowns
and I hear the yells
crying out to no one
no one's there
NEAR
we get so lost
far from the arc
but youll find us any where
you find both light and dark
just wating to tear you apart
look for us everywhere
you feel the cold stare
death is near death is near
whispers in your ears
you run far away
death is near death is near
screams louder in your brain
you try to stay away
death is near death is near
light your eyes and ignite my soul
shallow graves when time is low
singing psalms to our lord of light
we pray to thee bring death tonight
OTHER WORLD
Theres a world that steals
and one that never heals
one that kills
and another thats always has pills
so when you've had your fill of that
theres a world thats always full
and a world that never feels
this one doesn't care
and that one doesn't know
take your pick
fast or slow
theyll take you high
and leave you low
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anything above is a lie that I am in no part of.
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Bomb Diggity
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: airclay]
#15371560 - 11/14/11 08:29 PM (6 months, 10 days ago) |
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Soft like rain drops on your lips,
my kiss will make your pain stop as I place my hands on your hips.
Feeling your curves,
giving you exactly what you deserve,
I'll make your knees weak
and give you everything you seek...
But the future seems bleak,
you're not quite sure what you seek,
I understand, you don't want to get hurt,
but trust me, I'll never treat you like dirt.
This uncertainty is driving me crazy,
it's fun but it's hurting me,
I'm starting to think that we'll never be.
Let's get naked, and rip down the walls that make me crazy,
these walls that trap me with your uncertainty.
Give me some clarity,
put my mind at ease,
these doubts are spreading like a disease.
Like raindrops, I'm far away,
But like raindrops, I'm falling towards you,
washing all the pain off,
I'm falling for you.
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Disclaimer: All posts created by the user "Bomb Diggity" are entirely fictitious and are created solely for entertainment purposes to cope with his severe social anxiety.
Edited by Bomb Diggity (11/15/11 09:21 AM)
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Meteloides
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Bomb Diggity]
#15380896 - 11/16/11 06:01 PM (6 months, 9 days ago) |
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Edited by Meteloides (12/01/11 04:58 PM)
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ImaginingEmotions
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Meteloides]
#15393961 - 11/19/11 02:48 PM (6 months, 6 days ago) |
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Angst has a hold on me.
Driven to pound out the noise.
Reaching for a damn sandwich.
Don’t inhale the evil!
Swallow some criticism.
Engage your confidence.
Fly to the moon.
Swim in seas of solitude.
Pump the nonsense into nothing.
Eat shit.
Die.
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"The world's a rollercoaster and I am not strapped in. Maybe I should hold with care but my arms are busy in the air saying I wish you were here."
If we didn't have pain, we wouldn't know pleasure.
It's not that I'm never wrong, it's just that I never open my mouth unless I'm right.
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Crumpet
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my airial eye is sayin theres this guy
im right about the first in flight
but im full az
check it, these rhymes be chopped alot from gravity on colamy
i can see these strings attached to me, see into you secret society
when the crop duststers are over top
paralysis has its fit
kneck up and lets go necro
never let a man sit down sir
the wrecked'est dancer
check it!
necro mancer
Edited by Crumpet (11/27/11 10:20 PM)
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Guernica
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#15449600 - 12/01/11 12:11 PM (5 months, 25 days ago) |
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The burning embers of what used to be
fall upon my face like snowflakes,
red and orange, but I don't scream.
I sit
and stare
and sear.
The burns will blister then scab then scar,
and then everyone who sees my face will know.
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"...we're the unhappy inheritors of the consequence of 6000 years of unopposed dominator culture. and what have we got? a shattered atmosphere, toxified oceans, schizophrenic populations and mendacious politicians. this is not what our parents raised us for, folks."
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Ineffability
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Guernica]
#15462868 - 12/04/11 05:46 AM (5 months, 22 days ago) |
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I've got a few, here one to start with
Part 1, The 2 Peas and Mr. Eff:
Present, Past and Future three terms that come of time,
To many these have been like a bitter and sour lime,
but these three friends are actually so easy to define.
The past to most a manual at the present draw it's line,
The future elusive, inexistant and mysterious to our mind,
simply a spark to help light the flame man needs to find.
Part 2, The Taxing of Time and the Economics of Happiness:
The present is a moment hard to grasp though it is there,
yet in our modern society it is perceived as a rare expensive ware.
For every living moment is precious, costly and hard to spare,
hence we chase the Present far away from our now and here.
Forgetting to take a deep breath and enjoy it out of fear,
fear of losing that future we imagine and hold so dear.
A life in fear, haste and running will never then unfold,
in a later future-present joy and happiness to behold,
for the present must be savored and learned to be enjoyed,
an abilty that we once had and as we grew up was destroyed.
Part 3, The (lost) Artifice of Happiness:
In our early childhood-innocence we had lived within that place,
with that open mind of fantasy we have experienced that space,
that timeless realm of happiness which was corrupted as we aged,
to the point that how we lived the present shattered and changed!
For now within the present we live the future in our mind,
within that pretty future true happiness we believe to find.
A goal impossible to achieve in present future-reveries,
without the ability of living present-moment realities.
Part 4, I remember that I am:
Take that long needed deep breath and open your inner child's eyes,
and rediscover how to live the present and see Lifes limitless skies.
For life only exists within the present, inside the mysterious "now" that is hard to understand.
The Present hence infinite and not an attribute of time without it no thing would ever be nor ever stand.
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The only gold with value is a golden heart
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Ineffability]
#15488031 - 12/08/11 06:50 PM (5 months, 18 days ago) |
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With the Dire Wolf at my door,
I find my socks don't match.
So I go to find another.
As cirrus intortus is juxtaposed with cirrus aviaticus,
I eat a butter pie.
But my tummy wanted tea.
It would have flowed through me,
very voluminously.
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The past is brought into perspective only after new experience is gained: before that point, experience is never truly realized.
"Walk into splintered sunlight; inch your way through dead dreams to another land."
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Ineffability
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: BlindSoothsayer]
#15489377 - 12/09/11 01:22 AM (5 months, 17 days ago) |
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Life, Sights and Deceptions
Take a dive into a cry
filling space with shattering lights
Take a plunge into a world of
Breathing Trees and moving leaves
A leap of faith into black ink
the colour into a white sheet does sink
An eye up high in the sky, black pyramids off mystery fly
towards the shattered fabrics of time, the neglect of our capable minds
I see dawn erupting with bright light, I see the infinite struggle and fight;
Feel the rise of my soul over mind; my body left numb behind.
A hand moves it's not mine, a body shivers but where
a leg shakes in the web of time, or was it me somehow somewhere.
A walk into a world of fractal trees, at the edges seem to be snowy leaves
a sudden warp of space and time, a valley of life a sight of divine.
A sound arrives and joy presides,
perceived as colour in my eyes,
Vibrations fill the golden air
the touch of god is there,
the earth moves through space and time
upon which our blindness remains a crime.
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The only gold with value is a golden heart
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simbad42
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Ineffability]
#15509795 - 12/13/11 09:44 AM (5 months, 13 days ago) |
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"the archer"
a patient yow-man sits in the woods.
knowing the signs is only half the game.
standing still he blends in better than any could.
wind blowing through the trees whispering his name.
planning the shot is only half the battle.
the other is waiting for the thrushes to rattle.
others have sought and shot at the prized goods.
in his dreams it calls his name.
a sudden shift of light.
his game was in sight.
pulling the sting tight.
fingers loosen, a bolt takes flight.
the air was still, arrow pierces heart.
if dreams meant a thing this was why it hit its mark.
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amu (q)and (a)
VVV AMUs Free Active/Edible/Exotic Spore Print or Syringe or Edible Culture Trade Thread VVV
for i am a sinner in the hands of an angry god, bloody mary blessed are you among cocktails, i pray for my death which i hope is soon. amen
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HunterChez
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: simbad42]
#15510843 - 12/13/11 01:02 PM (5 months, 13 days ago) |
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Brown tasty nuggets
make me see so plain
theres more to this life
that enters your little brain
Theres angels on the moon,
crocodiles in the mains.
Dont burn those little snakes
they will be in pain
as were standing here
forgetting how to chew.
we look at each other
like this is something new
but we have all been here before
this is nothing strange
for when we close our eyes
we see things in plain.
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"He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man." --Psalms 104:14
And God said... I have given you every herb bearing seed, which is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree, in the which is the fruit of a tree yielding seed; to you it shall be for meat. ..And to every beast of the earth.. I have given every green herb for meat... " Genesis 1:29-30
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: HunterChez] 1
#15518013 - 12/14/11 08:20 PM (5 months, 11 days ago) |
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Here is a piece about a very bad mushroom trip me and two friends experienced.
Have you ever, had a wee bit of regret?
And 20 minutes later you're near certain death?
When you're walking to your street that's not very far,
watch out for the demons, they'll hit you with their cars.
Have you ever, forgotten how to talk?
Just because you ate a couple of mushroom stalks?
Watch for the scarecrow pointing the right, he'll tell you why,
we're just how he was, before he died.
Have you ever, died once before,
only to be reborn to die once more?
They say, "This is the cycle of life my friend,"
"Where rape is our sport, and pain does not end."
Have you ever, been sent straight to hell?
And come back with the nightmares to tell?
My body lowers under, as my soul drops to the floor,
this fungi i ate, has me beating on deaths door.
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HunterChez
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Skeksis]
#15521483 - 12/15/11 02:41 PM (5 months, 11 days ago) |
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Locked in my bathroom
darkness of the door
what are those faces
appearing on the floor
lights of the door
slowly moving dark
dancers on the doors
no not ballet
more like a whore
long green hair
i start to rub my eyes
oh my god
look at your thighs
this cant be real,
whats going on
time to flee
time to get gone.
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"He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man." --Psalms 104:14
And God said... I have given you every herb bearing seed, which is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree, in the which is the fruit of a tree yielding seed; to you it shall be for meat. ..And to every beast of the earth.. I have given every green herb for meat... " Genesis 1:29-30
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eckhem
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: HunterChez]
#15527874 - 12/16/11 06:57 PM (5 months, 10 days ago) |
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Do I give up?
Or loose control?
I've stopped waiting.
Now I just wait.
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Meteloides
Clinically Expressed
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Posts: 2,185
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: eckhem]
#15527912 - 12/16/11 07:08 PM (5 months, 10 days ago) |
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I'm broken up
My life is plain
But I don't give a fuck:
Cocaine!
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psilocybepoetess
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Meteloides]
#15534353 - 12/18/11 09:50 AM (5 months, 8 days ago) |
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Surrealist Lover
Out from the volume betwixt my fingers,
Sprung a waifish young man
Wandering, wandering, wandering,
Around the path to my heart.
He smells of forgotten pages,
Musky, dusty, texts
And the sagacity of their words.
Ink blot pupils
Expand seventy times seven.
As he captured the words of my pen
To bathe in their depths
Of each droplet fallen from
The i‘s the j’s,
Anthropomorphizing my lust.
Out from the volume betwixt my fingers
Sprung a Hassidic young man
Wandering, wandering, wandering,
His skin is olive oil and figs
Lips, the rising sun of Palestine.
A sand bag moon hangs
In my irises,
Idle on the trapezius
Of this androgyn.
He captures my neurons
Through their essence,
Lips melting honeycomb
Of oily stamens,
Warm forbidden fruits,
And sycamore branches.
Out from the volume betwixt my fingers
Sprung a waifish young man
Wandering, wandering, wandering
I have not known his love.
Ruminations
The mighty sound
Of beans rattling in wood;
My mind is a rain stick.
Only as each droplet graces my cheek,
Does serotonin drip.
Plink. Plink. Plink.
The silky sound
Of element upon element,
A crashing of substance!
These emotive hands are feather and quill.
Just as each pulse beats against my eyes,
Ink stains.
Remnants of a Garden Romp
The shivering nip
Of a waxing winter moon
Marks the eve
Of a steaming
Park bench,
Scalded by fervent ephemeral touch.
Hot breath evaporates fog,
Bare skin caressed
The rotting boards,
The rusting bolts.
Among black eyed susans and shrubs
Marigolds and phlox
Voracious hunger pulsates
Between alabaster columns
Reverberating its equal
Opposite.
Two exhibitionists swim
In bazaar fruit,
Metallic twinkling trinkets,
And rivers of pebbles.
Coming.
Coming to Nature.
Irritability in Her Works
A psychological implosion
Of affective Hell’s erosion,
A brilliant manifesto,
Seductive and rhetorical--
Sick with sins of kith and kin--
Undulant beneath that within,
To break alleged chains,
She ascertains
These lethal dispositions.
Autumn Afternoon
A young artist’s hand clasps and flicks. A spark meets butane. Delicately whirling his wrist, as though he were whipping cream with a lily, he sets a dry thistle flower a-blaze. Its sharp, furry fingers roast quickly and then smolder, crumpling into ash before plummeting to the beaten path below. His gently twirling hands! I have watched their splendor many times over, sweeping and shading: every highlight, every shadow. I observed stroke and strike, ink and graphite, smeared in fluid existence.
He smiles and his warm brown eyes cascade over me like melted chocolate. I return the gesture, careful to wrap my lips around exuberant teeth. I do not remember what we spoke of, or if we spoke at all; our words had forgotten themselves. Another thistle wilted in flame. I snap a slender blade of grass, hollowed by the crisping summer sun. I held it out and he fluttered the ravenous flame. As it singed and disappeared, I felt an inner tickle like ponies nibbling treats off flattened children's fingers. It was warm.
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i really like the way you express yourself psilocybepoetess... i loved them all but i especially like ruminations, i think i get your meaning... every line of that short piece rang true for me... awesome! all of it...
THIS my first and only post to this thread so far, but after reading others work as they put it up, i've decided i'll spend some time going through some of my journals and post some more... what brought me here today was an observation i've noticed long ago... i have 4 cats and 3 dogs... when i get up in the morning, my dogs greet me in their own way but it's my cats that amaze me... see tit seems people are under the impression they act aloof but my cats immediately begin to surround me as i walk from my bedroom, through my home. i bend down and greet each one at a time and give them each a good rub around the belly and back and stroke their head. i do that, rub their head that is because i love it when my wife does it to me, i figure why not share the love... of course i do this with the dogs too before letting them out to run around in the woods and eventually feed them when they decide it's time to come home... but here's the thing about my cats...
martina loves two cat's
but despises one cat...
juliet likes two cats
but hates one cat...
bela and boots
love each other
and all cats...
that's my cats for ya'... there are some days when martina and juliet seem to see things eye to eye, but that really doesn't happen often enough. my vet said she thought this will blow over as they grow old around one another... i really hope so because i feel they could learn alot from each other...
Kensho
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Hakim0777
I gets down, kid.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: cateyes]
#15541690 - 12/19/11 06:16 PM (5 months, 7 days ago) |
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proto pubecent- just an easy fuck.
I guess I was just out of luck,
I could cry but its all just blood and guts.
You thrive in a cell because I rot in your place.
I remember your fingers but ive forgetten your face.
I forgot how to cry, its ok,
Its all just blood and guts.
My smile is a pale facade,
my alien grin just trying to "fit in"
I swear I wobble when I move.
I could flip my eylids inside out and its all just blah blah blah
I fuck my arms with needles to forget
I fuck my arms with needles to forget
I swear I could nod off like cain
I could pump my viens with dope till I pop my brain
and its ok, its all just blood and guts anyway.
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Roses r red an yo pussy is too. Got me a box of condoms... so bitch wat it do?
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Culicarius
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Hakim0777]
#15541725 - 12/19/11 06:22 PM (5 months, 7 days ago) |
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Oh, what can it mean?
I cannot forsee,
you always see,
what's best for me.
So cloud my vision
begin incision
that beaming light is the...
end scene.
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timelapses
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#15556002 - 12/22/11 10:57 AM (5 months, 4 days ago) |
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No one controls me feel the need to express
sunny and 20 degrees
feel no need to express my needs
Comfortable and life is good
so many things in society should be understood
WAKE THE FUCK UP
Bittness has left me,
a love of a woman can take it all away
tree of life makes me feel small
but i survive to experience it all (hopefully)
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Azure Essence
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: timelapses]
#15565506 - 12/24/11 02:36 AM (5 months, 2 days ago) |
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Pages and pages
Some nameless
All faithless
With a cool, slow focus,
On all things broken,
The words are just a map,
To the endless, perfect nap
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The only time you look into your neighbour’s bowl is to see if your neighbour has enough. You never look into your neighbour’s bowl to see if he has more than you do.
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newgui
मशरूम की दोस्त
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Azure Essence]
#15571514 - 12/25/11 05:52 PM (5 months, 1 day ago) |
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I write poetry dabbles when I trip.Sometimes haikus, sometimes other things. I dont have my notebook with me but I'll try to remember:
Dreamlike; Trance...
a familiar friend
something you've always known.
pure white bottomless
euphoria
bliss
some haikus:
The afternoon moon
towers over the dead trees
in a chilly bright field
steaming earth; warm air
the world sits and watches the
violet blossom.
When I can post more, I will!
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airclay
pabst & jazz
Registered: 05/13/11
Posts: 515
Loc: DFW
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Azure Essence]
#15578496 - 12/27/11 01:26 PM (4 months, 30 days ago) |
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Quote:
Azure Essence said:
Pages and pages
Some nameless
All faithless
With a cool, slow focus,
On all things broken,
The words are just a map,
To the endless, perfect nap
would this be thoughts on this thread itself?
if so, it's awesome.
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anything above is a lie that I am in no part of.
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airclay
pabst & jazz
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Posts: 515
Loc: DFW
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: airclay]
#15578540 - 12/27/11 01:36 PM (4 months, 30 days ago) |
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a couple I've written today:
Earthworms
oh earthworms oh earthworms
I feel em biting at my skin
and the flames lick yes the flames they lick
at the bottoms of my feet
it's the sequels to everything I've done
when there's nowhere left to run
I've had my fun much more than my share
so I'll take my time I'll wait my time
I'll just sit and wait to die
cause this worlds a tomb
and there's no room for anyone but me
I just don't see what others see
in this grey world full of me
boarded up and abandoned space
I feel my heart's become empty
and it's cold out here
when you're alone
there's no one to blame but me
Just Another
All I can see are dead end paths
ahead of me as my mind flees
touching the knob on the emergency exit
I can feel the freedom and guilt
cause I'll never turn the knob
and I feel it everytime you look down on me
cause I'm just a worker and it's all I'll ever be
just, just, just is never enough
just enough to always come up short
no matter how hard I try
it's never enough
just enough to drag myself into continued existance
everytime I climb up and out of this hole
I find the bottom of the next
filled with more regrets
I'll never be free from the quicksand of my own choices
fuck it, you all were right
just another dumb motherfucker full of stupid ideas
and I'll never get it
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anything above is a lie that I am in no part of.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: airclay]
#15578559 - 12/27/11 01:39 PM (4 months, 30 days ago) |
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Quote:
airclay said:
Quote:
Azure Essence said:
Pages and pages
Some nameless
All faithless
With a cool, slow focus,
On all things broken,
The words are just a map,
To the endless, perfect nap
would this be thoughts on this thread itself?
if so, it's awesome.
Haha no actually, I was bored looking at my bookshelf one day haha, but I like your interpretation
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Azure Essence]
#15578652 - 12/27/11 02:03 PM (4 months, 30 days ago) |
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ha, interpretation can be everything.
either way though I like it.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: airclay]
#15578880 - 12/27/11 02:50 PM (4 months, 30 days ago) |
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Well thank you kind sure, thats always nice to hear . Maybe I'll try my hand at zen poetry one day again, but that's really the only peice I've written haha. It's the premeditation that ruins it sometimes. sometimes the only true creativity is spontaneity
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Azure Essence]
#15597407 - 12/31/11 02:00 PM (4 months, 26 days ago) |
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I like this thread, continue on poets! You have talent.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Daijo]
#15644904 - 01/10/12 11:54 AM (4 months, 16 days ago) |
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Hey friens! Pirst fost here in the mighty Shroomery. Maybe there's an introductory thread elsewhere, but hey gotta start somewheeere. I haven't read the whole thread yet but I sure will do so, as when you can't expect anyone to listen to you if you don't listen first! This is respect. Anyway, here's one I spend the last night writing. I really like it as I feel it truly embodies where I at in the path and what I've gathered. Talks about pushing things too far too quick, having a psychosis, doing stupid things such as stripping naked in front of a girl you like but barely know, then coming down, starting life a new, healing the wounds and learning to love without expectations. Here ya go:
Mettā
To rip the skin off one's snake...
Chaos.
Magnets collide and gravity slowly dies
Wires hanging, swinging
The consequences of a fire whirl
A crucifixion, an humiliation
A mutilation, for nothing.
...and the resurrection
Voluntary neuropathy, neon photosynthesis
A circadian polyrhythm, a metronomic pulse
Here's your icepick serenade
I have sunproof skin and bentonite pores
I feed off coals and thrive on carbon monoxyde
I am a martyr,
I am fulfilled.
I will hibernate until the Sun goes down,
I will hide until Phosphor shines bright.
Metta
The second one I wrote earlier today, so it might not be the final draft, but it deals about a seeker of the truth who can't trust himself or life, always seeing things with a rational mind, afraid of fear itself, afraid to seek help and learn from others and afraid of falling, but still a kind soul with a pure intention.
The wise words you speak are enigmatic enough
To keep you in track, in the shortcut path
But these true words of yours,
Their source is repressed, suppressed
The mantra that your soul sings,
Is worth repeating
Driven by the truth, but still trying to disprove it
These arguments are pointers,
They're pointing your demise
Everytime you wake up, you close your eyes
You snooze... this thing.
Is fear real, or is it just a creation?
A fragment of my imagination?
Show no fear, for you're a man
You're grown up now, you passed the test
Your live at home, yet you feel so alone
No drug will fix this affliction we call:
Unfaithfulness
Help is for the weak, co-operation is a cheat
There is an old rusty key called failure,
that is said to have no use
and an ancient glowing key, I say
That is kept by the hands of trust and the guardians of freedom
Inside the corresponding chest you will find
A noose, a mirror and the book of Lies
Hope you dig, much love to all psychonaut artists!
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Hakim0777]
#15644932 - 01/10/12 12:00 PM (4 months, 16 days ago) |
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Quote:
Hakim0777 said:
proto pubecent- just an easy fuck.
I guess I was just out of luck,
I could cry but its all just blood and guts.
You thrive in a cell because I rot in your place.
I remember your fingers but ive forgetten your face.
I forgot how to cry, its ok,
Its all just blood and guts.
My smile is a pale facade,
my alien grin just trying to "fit in"
I swear I wobble when I move.
I could flip my eylids inside out and its all just blah blah blah
I fuck my arms with needles to forget
I fuck my arms with needles to forget
I swear I could nod off like cain
I could pump my viens with dope till I pop my brain
and its ok, its all just blood and guts anyway.
Would it be about child abuse?
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Hakim0777]
#15645495 - 01/10/12 01:58 PM (4 months, 16 days ago) |
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Quote:
Hakim0777 said:
proto pubecent- just an easy fuck.
I guess I was just out of luck,
I could cry but its all just blood and guts.
You thrive in a cell because I rot in your place.
I remember your fingers but ive forgetten your face.
I forgot how to cry, its ok,
Its all just blood and guts.
My smile is a pale facade,
my alien grin just trying to "fit in"
I swear I wobble when I move.
I could flip my eylids inside out and its all just blah blah blah
I fuck my arms with needles to forget
I fuck my arms with needles to forget
I swear I could nod off like cain
I could pump my viens with dope till I pop my brain
and its ok, its all just blood and guts anyway.
Jesus christ man... extremely moving
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Azure Essence]
#15646071 - 01/10/12 03:48 PM (4 months, 16 days ago) |
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Good writing guys, I love reading.
Continue this beauty!
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newgui
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Daijo]
#15650308 - 01/11/12 12:57 PM (4 months, 15 days ago) |
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Something I wrote today, needs revision but oh well.
You can buy your instant
microwave-able satisfaction at your nearest
Walgreens for the limited price of
6,000 tears of an Afghani
child.
Houston, Houston! Come in!
Breaking news from the abysmal front.
The final Frontier of
Fucking Feciciousness is salivating
on a level that can match only the lone,
horny mutt in the alley way.
And through the barbed and electrified cotton candy
comes word from our leader(s) that
all is well. All is well!
All is well and we must brush the
eye sockets of the dammed.
Salvation was on the last train to Denver;
we'll have to pick it up next time, kiddo.
And they say that on a peyote moon
you can hear washing machines in the
slums of Miami cry
who sing of rebellion and the nostalgic days
of when no one faced the abuse of the ejaculate and
urine on the dirty clothes. The DNA of
future presidents and snake charmers
bubble and boil in their pretentiousness.
I had a dream that I was molested
by an 8-foot tall purple Octopus named
Barack Obama. We
sipped tequila and threw diapers filled
with cyanide into the sea, screaming:
"KEW, KEW! THE APOCALYPSE IS HERE IF YOU WANT IT TO BE!"
With vein-bulging necks and dilated pupils
we watched the end of the world signified
by the orgasmic moan of the bull
while cameras and eyeballs roll with such
false sincerity that even the mosquitoes
melt in a pool of their
own self pity.
O, Yama! God of goodly Death;
the North Star bows to you in Grace.
And do not mind the moon
for she is nothing but an envious bitch.
The veil has broken and the mushroom
of my mind is almost ripe.
O, Yama! Master of Death,
it is yours for the plucking
if you so
wish.
Edited by newgui (01/12/12 07:14 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: newgui]
#15664731 - 01/14/12 09:46 AM (4 months, 12 days ago) |
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Quote:
newgui said:
Something I wrote today, needs revision but oh well.
You can buy your instant
microwave-able satisfaction at your nearest
Walgreens for the limited price of
6,000 tears of an Afghani
child.
Houston, Houston! Come in!
Breaking news from the abysmal front.
The final Frontier of
Fucking Feciciousness is salivating
on a level that can match only the lone,
horny mutt in the alley way.
And through the barbed and electrified cotton candy
comes word from our leader(s) that
all is well. All is well!
All is well and we must brush the
eye sockets of the dammed.
Salvation was on the last train to Denver;
we'll have to pick it up next time, kiddo.
And they say that on a peyote moon
you can hear washing machines in the
slums of Miami cry
who sing of rebellion and the nostalgic days
of when no one faced the abuse of the ejaculate and
urine on the dirty clothes. The DNA of
future presidents and snake charmers
bubble and boil in their pretentiousness.
I had a dream that I was molested
by an 8-foot tall purple Octopus named
Barack Obama. We
sipped tequila and threw diapers filled
with cyanide into the sea, screaming:
"KEW, KEW! THE APOCALYPSE IS HERE IF YOU WANT IT TO BE!"
With vein-bulging necks and dilated pupils
we watched the end of the world signified
by the orgasmic moan of the bull
while cameras and eyeballs roll with such
false sincerity that even the mosquitoes
melt in a pool of their
own self pity.
O, Yama! God of goodly Death;
the North Star bows to you in Grace.
And do not mind the moon
for she is nothing but an envious bitch.
The veil has broken and the mushroom
of my mind is almost ripe.
O, Yama! Master of Death,
it is yours for the plucking
if you so
wish.
Wow, this is some epic shit. Very moving. Keep up the good work, shit like that enlighten my days
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Daijo]
#15665930 - 01/14/12 02:42 PM (4 months, 12 days ago) |
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Okay I think you guys will like this one. It's about the miraculous journey we are all on right now, the journey from birth, till death, till birth, thill death, thill birth...
Stereoisomerism (Tylenol (J)unkie)
Osteoroposis, induced by form of negligence
Dropped the diaphragm, thought it was the end,
In reality you don't need it to see through the RDA lens
But,
You're the hero that won't even take a pinch of the Atropine blend
The future is bright, it's shinning white,
So be willing to drop the Calcium Chloryde
And put your trust in the Fluoride
Why despise?
Your taste buds: oh so clever,
They are specialized in the fever
But when you start to think you're so superior, above the gutter
You're praying for Trojan to crash your computer.
For the better!
This mighty hammer will amplify the colors of the flowers
In the cultivated garden of the true explorators
The portal to the shelter is where you shall begin to know Her
But warning: it is only destined to the true warriors:
Those unafraid to meet to the Razor
A denial, contempt for the so-called euphoria,
Is a searing treachery, a deadly phobia
...to cut the Apple's Tree with a sori-less katana,
When not that far away, hunger strikes in South-Africa...
So when you stop to dread Malaria
And you are ready to see the visuals, the prana
It is crucial to learn and remember the mantra:
Maranatha, Manipura
I starve myself to pass the time,
Because procrastination is a waste of mine,
I won't indulge in a dietary fantasy,
My appetite for D. is enough to set me free, enough to live wildly
Meanwhile...
You trim your triglycerides with scissors
Whereas acceptance is the key, ask the ancestors
The concept of soul mates is reserved for the tenors,
And those who are their dancers, not those who sit in the corners
Skipping breakfast, not a fan of the pituary
Right brain antagony, trying to get lunch for free,
Just can't believe that your true source of energy
Is to be found in peas, and broccolis!
Hehe!
From He to tree,
To the synergy, the discovery
Just add 2 to twenty three
Man, that equation was easy!
Yet, don't give into the atrophy
Because if you wanna marry she,
You have to build your own laboratory
And hide away the key
Why divulge the mystery? That's too easy!
The hangover, brutally turned into an afterglow...
Only when you are ready,
Shall you see the Shiny,
Only when you burn the Ololiuhqui,
Shall you flee from the sensory anxiety
But not until you die inside,
And plant a mine in your mind
Can you catch up the time,
And proceed to dine with the Divine.
Goodbye!
(R.I.P. Hoffman!)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Daijo]
#15666334 - 01/14/12 04:28 PM (4 months, 12 days ago) |
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Quote:
Daijo said:
Quote:
newgui said:
Something I wrote today, needs revision but oh well.
You can buy your instant
microwave-able satisfaction at your nearest
Walgreens for the limited price of
6,000 tears of an Afghani
child.
Houston, Houston! Come in!
Breaking news from the abysmal front.
The final Frontier of
Fucking Feciciousness is salivating
on a level that can match only the lone,
horny mutt in the alley way.
And through the barbed and electrified cotton candy
comes word from our leader(s) that
all is well. All is well!
All is well and we must brush the
eye sockets of the dammed.
Salvation was on the last train to Denver;
we'll have to pick it up next time, kiddo.
And they say that on a peyote moon
you can hear washing machines in the
slums of Miami cry
who sing of rebellion and the nostalgic days
of when no one faced the abuse of the ejaculate and
urine on the dirty clothes. The DNA of
future presidents and snake charmers
bubble and boil in their pretentiousness.
I had a dream that I was molested
by an 8-foot tall purple Octopus named
Barack Obama. We
sipped tequila and threw diapers filled
with cyanide into the sea, screaming:
"KEW, KEW! THE APOCALYPSE IS HERE IF YOU WANT IT TO BE!"
With vein-bulging necks and dilated pupils
we watched the end of the world signified
by the orgasmic moan of the bull
while cameras and eyeballs roll with such
false sincerity that even the mosquitoes
melt in a pool of their
own self pity.
O, Yama! God of goodly Death;
the North Star bows to you in Grace.
And do not mind the moon
for she is nothing but an envious bitch.
The veil has broken and the mushroom
of my mind is almost ripe.
O, Yama! Master of Death,
it is yours for the plucking
if you so
wish.
Wow, this is some epic shit. Very moving. Keep up the good work, shit like that enlighten my days
Thank you!
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: newgui]
#15714528 - 01/24/12 11:45 PM (4 months, 1 day ago) |
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Life is groovin'
When your shroomin,
The morphing sky,
Some sticks of thai,
Life is good
When you're really high.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: bananaman]
#15716771 - 01/25/12 02:45 PM (4 months, 1 day ago) |
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There is no distance nor difference between me and you.
A movement so clear, eye can see right through
Im hungry for design while wet pages lay out to dry.
My appetite is fire, fuel which gets me higher.
Mapping out I draw myself
eye see right through the outline.
To not know what I want.
I know the feeling entirely.
The movement is happening.
Focus on the page.
Line for line my thoughts run out, as a new breathes into me.
Feel is the expression.
Alive, withdrawn I will not hide.
Myself is always there, standing by my side.
I eat it up, so I can be fullfilled.
Swallowed inside.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: weshroom]
#15716780 - 01/25/12 02:48 PM (4 months, 1 day ago) |
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Yes newgui!! I like it man
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Hakim0777
I gets down, kid.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: weshroom]
#15717661 - 01/25/12 05:36 PM (4 months, 1 day ago) |
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Hate!
Hate is a smile,
As effective as bullets,
filling me full of holes
and broken promises
Hate is vampiric eyes
heavy set in
steel plated caves.
It tastes like old pennies.
Hate is lovely because,
I wouldnt know love
without hate's
ham-fisted kiss.
I breathe through
my nose a thousand
sharp little nothings,
its smell is that of daisies
and war torn bullet casings.
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newgui
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Hakim0777]
#15718568 - 01/25/12 08:43 PM (4 months, 22 hours ago) |
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For Alan Rockefeller's 300th rating, I decided to write him a poem.
"+5 for you is long overdue.
I'm trying to learn how you do what you do.
All the knowledge you know is such a suprise,
helping shroomery folk realize:
mushrooms are love, and this is the truth!
you have the spores, prints, and this is the proof!
Shroomery would not be the same without you.
So, Alan, my friend, thank you and adeiu!"
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dkmonk
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: newgui]
#15727691 - 01/27/12 11:31 PM (3 months, 29 days ago) |
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I wish I was a poet,
but I never can flow it,
my mind is still and stoic,
and my heart warm and heroic.
I just wanted to feel included lol
Here's another one about my past heroin use I made up on the spot.
Prick, Stick, Fix
This is how I get my kicks
Slam, Bang, Nod
Do you find my life odd
See me spoil in euphoric pity
Watch as I toil in dope city
I found the panacea for my head
You found me laying near dead
Why wake me from such a great dream
Did you think you are some kind of queen
Order me to take a cold shower
Death will come another hour
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First Grow Golden Teacher Koh Samui - in progress
http://www.shroomery.org/forums/showflat.php/Number/15330714
Edited by dkmonk (01/27/12 11:57 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: dkmonk]
#15729309 - 01/28/12 12:19 PM (3 months, 29 days ago) |
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wow dkmonk, that second ones pretty real
Sitting here with outside near
clear light inside me touched distant fear
long awaited moments explode like over filled balloons.
an inhale of cathartic buildup gives birth to a full release
eye divided 3 ways views from above
peering into experience my undivided attention is born
this focus, this energy...
Nothing more than a cosmic storm?
Everything blown away leaving myself clear to be seen.
Is this what they call serine?
The definition is not apart from the mean.
Trying to hold onto a base while jumping at the same time.
Flirting on the edge but mystery is a mistress hard to define.
Letting go of gaurded gates allows the doors to be opened.
unpaved ways are always whats inside.
Travelling on this adventure of what we call the mind.
My lower back aches to reach up and escape
Accept and embrace with a movement full
The animal inside me is awakened and divine.
Perfection is what we are not what we can hope to achieve.
Well, a thought is it too grounded in the new.
Leaving behind any hesitation like faint echoes crying for liberation.
My soul crys for ecstacy....
Sucks on pain.
The milk is delivered through the wholE membrane.
Passed across the barrier wild and untamed.
Transmitted through all forms.
I cannot reach this.
I am too far away.
Distance is the ruler of my hungry self decay.
Alive now clear here, feel, real, looking... steal.
Giving, making, resuscitating... every drawn on face. Action, character, woredrobe please... time for makeup. Raw unpasteurized. Filled. Mistake. Scared. Experience. Unfasceted. Empty hallow bones drumming on the beat of all I was. Am I now. Feeling down, where might I find the night sky. The dark night. Brought together with my naked light. A light. So bright. It is alright. Heart. Keeper. Hands the weaver. expanding congested rhythm, open and actualized. Entire body melting. Speechless. The silence speaks. AUM.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: weshroom]
#15752043 - 02/02/12 02:05 PM (3 months, 24 days ago) |
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Chaos
Hold me over
I'm dying in your arms
Walking backwards
An early childhood song
Wishing for winter
Floating away
Falling over
In spirals
of cycles of days
I'm getting warped down
Reaching the edge
About to fall over
Please hold my hand
Steamrolled, flat lined
abyss
abyss
abyss
It's dark
I start to
miss
miss
miss
People who I thought
were the only ones I
Ever knew
now I
Drift on a landslide
down
down
down
I see you and you and you
but i can't help you
I'm so sorry I
drown
drown
drown
With sad eyes
I become
a burning star.
I explode
and shine
Rays of light
into your time.
Open up
open up.
Now I can see,
I am free
I can fly
I died.
Mushrooms Love
We are all riding these snakes of time.
don't you know everything will be fine?
we are trying to find ourselves so small
just a flash from what is all.
if only we can love everyone freely
if only,'he wasn't this way'
if only, 'she wasn't that way'
if only everyone understood.
Love would conquer the fire.
love would flame our inner desires.
love can break the hardest of the hard
love can levitate you into everything.
If only we knew we all were the same.
more than humans on the astroplane.
That we all come from you, come from me,
and we're just as little as little seems to be.
only then will love understand,
that it's needed in every Ones hands.
we are the red and they are the blue,
mix them together, let our love be true.
Just as endless as you could only see
will be the light you saw, shine back at me.
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Simms
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: jvm]
#15770507 - 02/06/12 07:18 PM (3 months, 20 days ago) |
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Note that I don't really write poetry, it just happens. Some if may not even be considered poetry perhaps.
Red Curtains
Die!
Blackness
Open your eyes
for the black sun to see
through the surface of your mind,
the depths of your soul.
You see,
times have changed,
I never doubted I could be
the dark side of your soul.
Ra
You see
you hear
you speak you feel
you feel
that I am
the life
inside you
I am
the life forever
the being
inside me
divine
intervention of the gods
I see forever
and ever
inside you
through you
Through eyes of the gods
you see
Ra
is
with me
I am all
Iam you
I am one
I am me
I am everything that
you will ever see
I am everything that
you will ever be
I am everything that
You will ever cocieve
I am the experience of the free
I am divine intervention of the gods
my mind is free
my mind interlaces between dimensions
I am everything that
you will ever meet
I am everything that
you will ever see
I am everything that
you will ever experience
I am your new experience
forever
and ever
and ever
forever
I am free
with you
We are one
and you are me
One and the same
We are everything
that will forever be
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Simms]
#15772543 - 02/07/12 06:03 AM (3 months, 19 days ago) |
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The stars seed the heavens' sway
Under the brook a night turns day
Inside my mind lights a cigarette
Taking my thoughts for a walk; my pet
Hundreds of mice through the thirsty quarters
Sinking and drinking the ocean in motion
Fathers yell to mothers to save their daughters
But without competition the water slaughters
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: jvm]
#15776579 - 02/07/12 08:53 PM (3 months, 18 days ago) |
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Quote:
jvm said:
Chaos
Hold me over
I'm dying in your arms
Walking backwards
An early childhood song
Wishing for winter
Floating away
Falling over
In spirals
of cycles of days
I'm getting warped down
Reaching the edge
About to fall over
Please hold my hand
Steamrolled, flat lined
abyss
abyss
abyss
It's dark
I start to
miss
miss
miss
People who I thought
were the only ones I
Ever knew
now I
Drift on a landslide
down
down
down
I see you and you and you
but i can't help you
I'm so sorry I
drown
drown
drown
With sad eyes
I become
a burning star.
I explode
and shine
Rays of light
into your time.
Open up
open up.
Now I can see,
I am free
I can fly
I died.
I love this one! Good job 
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#15776606 - 02/07/12 08:58 PM (3 months, 18 days ago) |
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Quote:
circastes said:
The stars seed the heavens' sway
Under the brook a night turns day
Inside my mind lights a cigarette
Taking my thoughts for a walk; my pet
Hundreds of mice through the thirsty quarters
Sinking and drinking the ocean in motion
Fathers yell to mothers to save their daughters
But without competition the water slaughters
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: weshroom]
#15793572 - 02/11/12 03:49 PM (3 months, 15 days ago) |
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Die.
In barren abhorrent warrens
the people imbibe, copious lies,
false love that pours from the sky.
And She
had to leave a good man for another
despicable guy,
Why?
Night following night
cold tears will dry on a warm mattress
where used to lie another who told her
Goodbye.
Another day spent spreading broken wings
trying to fly.
Tied the neuse at the end of her last,
ready to
Live.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: MarshmallowPie]
#15794220 - 02/11/12 06:09 PM (3 months, 15 days ago) |
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See you guys in the place where my heart resides
An eternal moment in the blink of an eye.
Where family is united and the old come to die.
Creation is born out of the cascades of cartilage,
which giving way to shared air invites this dream to come inside.
This place
where imagination and reality co-llide.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: weshroom]
#15801467 - 02/13/12 01:13 AM (3 months, 13 days ago) |
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Quote:
weshroom said:
See you guys in the place where my heart resides
An eternal moment in the blink of an eye.
Where family is united and the old come to die.
Creation is born out of the cascades of cartilage,
which giving way to shared air invites this dream to come inside.
This place
where imagination and reality co-llide.
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#15802947 - 02/13/12 12:21 PM (3 months, 13 days ago) |
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Something that cant be forced
A force, a motion, like a wave of source
This waking eye
From behind the head I reach for it.
A spacey collective of intertangled webs
My projection of self revelation is strung.
LIke plucks on the string, I vibrate without hesitation
That nowness, clear and here.
What is and what I hold dere.
Behind objects of conceptions I form a perfect sphere.
The shadow is the light looking back at itself.
Hear.
The sun rising, this awakening.
Fear.
Energy in motion, a force, just waves from the source.
Relax.
Connected with the coming together.
I feel my feet up from my head.
Focused and aroused I see the mirror of all words unsaid.
Written and writing, with loves comfort the transition is inviting.
The fire.
Birth giving expansion visionary delights.
Gifts to a painting of you and me.
I give it all, so that I hold nothing in.
The tension flows through me.
Nothing just motion, a force, waves from the source.
Self consciously untied and naked I am speared and bleed out to all the others.
This blood flows through me.
Heart beating life into becoming.
Mis takes are still shots flashing like broken images to form a complete picture.
Breathe fulfilled, empty of expectations.
Halllroopa y satche na o. Ah O e Ah O. La roopa Hatche me seed a low.
Real, feel, heart, warmth, vast ocean of existence. All of this, know me I grow. And die, just like I never was. Left behind. Right here.
Edited by weshroom (02/13/12 12:46 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: weshroom]
#15803415 - 02/13/12 01:49 PM (3 months, 13 days ago) |
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This site's got some talented poets!
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Durbs] 1
#15812627 - 02/15/12 08:07 AM (3 months, 11 days ago) |
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You dont have to prove anything to yourself.
If.
You have no self.
What is there, but tools on a shelf.
Among and being relieved
There is no self.
A shellfish nude.
Crawling along the sands of time.
Gathering its self before the call of the wave.
To come and wipe it all away.
For the joy of it all.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: weshroom]
#15833676 - 02/19/12 05:38 PM (3 months, 7 days ago) |
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Here's a little something I wrote last night:
HILARITY
Sometimes, if I am lucky
Unspeakable Hilarity,
Furious and buzzing,
Inescapable and placid as a still mountain lake
Overwhelms me
And threatens to ravage me forever
With a vision too penetrating
Too beautiful a burden for blood and bone to withstand
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I said how you gonna kick it? Gonna kick it root down.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: soul.adventurer]
#15837306 - 02/20/12 11:08 AM (3 months, 6 days ago) |
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Wrote this after a nice metocin trip, but its about a shroom trip.
Nestled by the brook you bilged the boat of paper made. Peony flower
underfoot, your fettled flower blade.
Sitting by the mire admired crystal cross and cloud, a buzzing bee
crossed fit and fire and buzzed so very loud.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Sacklome]
#15839686 - 02/20/12 07:28 PM (3 months, 6 days ago) |
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Quote:
Sacklome said:
Wrote this after a nice metocin trip, but its about a shroom trip.
Nestled by the brook you bilged the boat of paper made. Peony flower
underfoot, your fettled flower blade.
Sitting by the mire admired crystal cross and cloud, a buzzing bee
crossed fit and fire and buzzed so very loud.
Quote:
Sacklome said:
Wrote this after a nice metocin trip, but its about a shroom trip.
Nestled by the brook you bilged the boat of paper made. Peony flower
underfoot, your fettled flower blade.
Sitting by the mire admired crystal cross and cloud, a buzzing bee
crossed fit and fire and buzzed so very loud.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#15850893 - 02/23/12 02:02 AM (3 months, 3 days ago) |
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Alright here's one I've been tinkering with for a few days but I think it's done and I like it.
In the cradle of the night
My tension loosens
The Soul rising before me, takes form and roams
The Eternal Abode
Nestled in the Fire
Where every place becomes my home
I’ve known her long, and revealed myself to her
With her cool blue moon she has coddled my madness
She is my sister, and teacher, my co-conspirator
In her presence I speak softly and the truth does not bend
The night is my mistress, my lover and friend
Holding my hand, she walks with me grinning
How long have we done this, you and I?
The veil is parting
So I talk and I listen
‘Til the veil is cast aside
“You are your Brother’s Keeper
For his Heart is your own
You are more than this body
Crude blood and bone”
“You are Part and Parcel
And all things are One
You know who you are
And you know where you’re from”
When the world’s asleep
I am suffused with light
Brimming with love until I feel I could die
I would gladly take from you all of your burdens
Just ask the night and she’ll tell you why
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I said how you gonna kick it? Gonna kick it root down.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: soul.adventurer]
#15855025 - 02/23/12 08:20 PM (3 months, 2 days ago) |
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godhead
as above so below
in and out
as we go
being is the direction
in and out
as we shift
nothing is clear
experience is everything
no matter how far out
or how deep inn
this trips transparent
in what we call our skin
witness is opening
to everything the eye is receiving
making contact with out self
this is healing
a full body release
into our state of feeling
stretched out to embrace the waves and surrounding pressure
building as this song inside
opens its mouth
and swallows its pride
selflessly
alive
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: weshroom]
#15856343 - 02/24/12 03:58 AM (3 months, 2 days ago) |
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Bark suns, dogspots, trees of livingrots
Pass the glass...
No, deliver the whole flask
I am in the zone and I've lost my phone
Deeper into the subconscious I hone...
Fantastic!
I've snapped the brain's elastic
Now I'm on the treadmill to a giant fire...
Waiting, the Sun paints my biography in the sky:
"a liar"
Do you realise Who put me here?
I take each step in lamentation and fear...
Helpless and felt-less, a past-tense emotional bruise
In the Sun's eye, in the sponge sky, now stands my eulogy:
"you lose"
Dripping... from... above... the sink...
A sponge... a tear... an eye... a peer...
Now drenched in happiness and lapping the mess
I stop, look up and bark into the corridors of buried bones
The milk was spilt and I did not cry much less...
Shed a tear but 'cos of the ecstasy within my chest
Gorged yet gorgeous, forged and fraud-less
I take away that which shines my inner night and wake into the inner daylight
Smiling without a muscles' hesitation
Loving without a second receiving station
I multiply my shores of flushed rain and upright my dog-eared pain
I take a left at Hate and go a hundred metres down Forgiveness Lane
A winking sun,
A wringing sponge,
Welcome to the Game.
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#15872534 - 02/27/12 06:39 PM (2 months, 30 days ago) |
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Feeling mighty fine after my dine,
the liqour hits quicker, and the assholes bother me.
Enjoyed the Oscars, what fun!
Everyone under the sun.
Stream of consciousness and to something else....
Have to be me, and I will be NOW.
Death to a friend and I mourn him.
Not a Eulogy, but a reminisence,
miss him in my way.
A true person to himself to the end,
not willing to fake pretend.
Deathwish but unaware of dying,
his death is done and am getting near the end of satisfying.
My own death urge, I will not go without a fight,
Never letting go of the insight.
Life has it's own time, and his drained some of mine.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#15872727 - 02/27/12 07:12 PM (2 months, 30 days ago) |
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Quote:
circastes said:
Bark suns, dogspots, trees of livingrots
Pass the glass...
No, deliver the whole flask
I am in the zone and I've lost my phone
Deeper into the subconscious I hone...
Fantastic!
I've snapped the brain's elastic
Now I'm on the treadmill to a giant fire...
Waiting, the Sun paints my biography in the sky:
"a liar"
Do you realise Who put me here?
I take each step in lamentation and fear...
Helpless and felt-less, a past-tense emotional bruise
In the Sun's eye, in the sponge sky, now stands my eulogy:
"you lose"
Dripping... from... above... the sink...
A sponge... a tear... an eye... a peer...
Now drenched in happiness and lapping the mess
I stop, look up and bark into the corridors of buried bones
The milk was spilt and I did not cry much less...
Shed a tear but 'cos of the ecstasy within my chest
Gorged yet gorgeous, forged and fraud-less
I take away that which shines my inner night and wake into the inner daylight
Smiling without a muscles' hesitation
Loving without a second receiving station
I multiply my shores of flushed rain and upright my dog-eared pain
I take a left at Hate and go a hundred metres down Forgiveness Lane
A winking sun,
A wringing sponge,
Welcome to the Game.
Wow.
I wish I could say what pleases me about this poem, but my knowledge in english limits my ability to do so.
Incredibly beautiful. BRAVO
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Daijo]
#15872784 - 02/27/12 07:20 PM (2 months, 30 days ago) |
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Thank you sooooo much.
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#15872801 - 02/27/12 07:23 PM (2 months, 30 days ago) |
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another I did the day after that one. Enjoy:
Sipping Elvis under a planet bloom
A piece.
Without further ado, I love you. Boring and snoring, these infidels who swallow each other's lore-ing. Sleeping... I fear to tread on their limbs as I scatter for the cobwebbed exit.
The words of dead men who glanced at something of a truth and the crowds gathered then punched out each other's tooth. A primate circus, mostly rationality walks the tightropes, freethinkers clowned, idiocy crowned.
Love lives. Breath of fresh care, step into the open-minded lair. Into nothing we stare...
The truth so simple, revealing Maharshi's dimple. I did not see the obvious, eyes overhead like kites. The string was tugged by an unknown force and with sanity I did divorce. It was not long before the joke was old and the truth be told: in me lies heavens, but too hells so cold. Thence began the triumph back to the gates of old... The Self so familiar, yet precious to hold.
Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
Find me on the forest road, unable to explain how quickly there I rode; I lit a candle and whispered the forest's name; the letters instantly forming in the flame. Like from a dream I awoke from my previous home slumber; the floor of the forest my boots crunched under.
Alas, in Wonderland I now live, the life of a sorrowless creature who gives.
Love you...
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#15872848 - 02/27/12 07:31 PM (2 months, 30 days ago) |
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circastes said:
another I did the day after that one. Enjoy:
Sipping Elvis under a planet bloom
A piece.
Without further ado, I love you. Boring and snoring, these infidels who swallow each other's lore-ing. Sleeping... I fear to tread on their limbs as I scatter for the cobwebbed exit.
The words of dead men who glanced at something of a truth and the crowds gathered then punched out each other's tooth. A primate circus, mostly rationality walks the tightropes, freethinkers clowned, idiocy crowned.
Love lives. Breath of fresh care, step into the open-minded lair. Into nothing we stare...
The truth so simple, revealing Maharshi's dimple. I did not see the obvious, eyes overhead like kites. The string was tugged by an unknown force and with sanity I did divorce. It was not long before the joke was old and the truth be told: in me lies heavens, but too hells so cold. Thence began the triumph back to the gates of old... The Self so familiar, yet precious to hold.
Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
Find me on the forest road, unable to explain how quickly there I rode; I lit a candle and whispered the forest's name; the letters instantly forming in the flame. Like from a dream I awoke from my previous home slumber; the floor of the forest my boots crunched under.
Alas, in Wonderland I now live, the life of a sorrowless creature who gives.
Love you...
Wow again, I love your style. La sonorité est prenante à l'oreille. Un rythme se fait sentir dans tous les vers. I do not feel that rhymes are forced in. The flow is delicious.
I really like your writing. If you feel like sending more of your text, I'd really appreciate. I'm always looking for good things to read!
Continue your good work!
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Daijo]
#15872915 - 02/27/12 07:40 PM (2 months, 29 days ago) |
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Well thanks again! Here's my gallery on deviantart: http://noise-distillery.deviantart.com/gallery/
There are three pages of thumbnails there, just in case you're not familar with the layout. Some of the stuff I cringe at these days, but I left it up. Enjoy!
Check:
Sands of God
Where I End And You Begin, pt1
EGYPT POLLY BASH (fun really)
To be honest the rest I don't really enjoy reading now :P
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#15888373 - 03/01/12 10:00 PM (2 months, 26 days ago) |
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Snow, snow snow,
feeling that I'm going to reap what I sow.
Purgatory, feel a waiting,
no need to wait, everything is now.
What a notion
feel no devotion
alive in the ocean
and free of the bounds of emotion.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: timelapses]
#15892803 - 03/02/12 09:55 PM (2 months, 25 days ago) |
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I did not write this poem im about to share
One of my favorite bad ass poems, i definitely rank this highly
The artist is. Doseone:
When you are killing what you are meant to kill, there is no such thing as remorse
And so I ask you, what kind of killer are you?
Will you be, with respect to your prey
Will you dig through it's death unflinchingly
Or will you simply shut your eyes and survive it
And will you later decide thet you'd rather starve then go on taking from life to stay
Does a bachelors degree haunt one as it guts it's prey?
And so i ask you, what kind of killer are you
And who have you become
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Jdub1]
#15894524 - 03/03/12 11:42 AM (2 months, 25 days ago) |
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Sitting here. Feeling.
This feeling. IS it. One pointed.
Relaxed, a bit tired on a lazy gaze out into the universe.
I reach out through the haze.
Limits of my mind are just self drawn lines I extend beyond them all.
The capacitor converts all beleifs and feelings and whirls them into being. A cosmic state of blissful space. Empty clear. White dropplets down the tounge of a snake eyed cat whose dark slits fall through to a stage set behind the scenes.
Behind the scenes a machine whirls while being watched by a couple whose dance goes on and on and on and on. From the souls of my feet to behind my head I purr my head up and look out. A wear alive grateful being.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: weshroom]
#15895118 - 03/03/12 02:24 PM (2 months, 25 days ago) |
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Some of my musings from last night, which I wrote during the comedown of a 5g cube trip:
~every goddamn inch of me is on fire inside, a pinch of dire plea, begging silently for inconspicuous suicide, im barely hanging on as this train keeps rambling on escaping the last fringes of my sanity, leaving me gaping as acid rain singes my life with drug binges and strife, face smug hating the stain of the rife pain in my life, contemplating to insanity the sheer profanity of this here human vanity, my peers are throwing blind jeers at the beauty of life, exiling their wife, while I stare with mine tears at their lackluster spears jolting the chords of my legislature, revolting, moulding hordes of chaos within my nature, witholding the antidote that’ll let me dote on wild whims-,-ical powers as fickle as flowers that grow by waters caught by fly Potters, who’re muggle to the powers of my struggle, I’m slain by the showers of poison darts they call rain, noising the crown beating of my flakeless frown sleeting down on my dart-studded heart…
~his fire scared faithfully like a bared wraith fully equipped; impaired, he quipped, “Hah, against the bickering winds my bic wins..”
~Before you’re cashing out for quantities, calculate the quality of your information, for that is your education.
It was my first real 'bad' trip but I learned so much...
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I know you're out there. I can feel you now. I know that you're afraid. You're afraid of us. You're afraid of change. I don't know the future. I didn't come here to tell you how this is going to end. I came here to tell you how it's going to begin. I'm going to hang up this phone, and then I'm going to show these people what you don't want them to see. I'm going to show them a world … without you. A world without rules and controls, without borders or boundaries; a world where anything is possible. Where we go from there is a choice I leave to you. -- Neo
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ImaginingEmotions
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Twistedd]
#15895676 - 03/03/12 04:41 PM (2 months, 25 days ago) |
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Popped
I placed my fingers strategically around the mound. Pressure was gradually increased while I felt the fluid move to the surface. A white cap formed while the layer of skin above thinned to nearly nothing. Then, like a solar flare the contents of the infection ejected from my being. Hardened pieces of bodily oils simultaneously plugged and released as they departed from the new orifice torn in my flesh. Each chunk increasing in size ripped the hole wider and changed the projectiles direction. The shape of an arc suddenly appeared on the mirror as the debris percussively smashed against the glass. Relief passed over my body instantaneously as my fingers met, signifying the completion of expulsion. I pull my hand away and blood now seeps through the void to help cleanse the crevasse that once housed the epidemic. It was the only victim of the morning, but the decision to leave the remains for future inhabitants to witness and cower consumes my moment. Particles of red blood and white puss harden in the exposed air. Quickly I decide that the war paint is necessary to win future battles. As my pores continue to clog, the war will continue and bloodshed will be immanent. It’s okay though; my maniacal laugh is gaining momentum. I now thrive on the destruction of these infidels.
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"The world's a rollercoaster and I am not strapped in. Maybe I should hold with care but my arms are busy in the air saying I wish you were here."
If we didn't have pain, we wouldn't know pleasure.
It's not that I'm never wrong, it's just that I never open my mouth unless I'm right.
Edited by ImaginingEmotions (03/03/12 04:43 PM)
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circastes
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Tree shards and lover darts
Inside the memory turns to whey
Conscript reporting, the number is naughting
Many lie dead in a field like hay
Munching and crunching, the cow-tank bellows
Too much was lost yesterday
Crematorium, fellows stink and sway
Ice melts slower here and calenders trace not the month of May
Skid within and show the pin, dropped at once to sow the knot
Stolen cot and baby not present amongst this lot
A shimmer is a chore and lots is lost in ice-making stores
Why, do not speak of understanding the weak
We are pleasant people and ferocious not meek
But contradictions abound and if you run
Do not see back for at your head barrels my gun
Senseless and tenseless, this poetic jungle and phonetic bungle
Cheap shining rhymes and dictionary crimes
Do not read any further, you perve, it will only grow on your nerve
Good night and god speed in your endeavour to singgg
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#15917525 - 03/08/12 01:17 AM (2 months, 20 days ago) |
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Defy defeat distill delete
Without it, where will you go?
The hunter primes his catch with a letter not meant for him. The inner statue of still standing might covered with flies echoes in heinous scum same. Inside sanity wreaks the ink stain writing letters not meant for hunters. Flourishing machine oils leave without paying and the orbital collapses on fresh meat within serendipity and lacking quench. For your efforts you are rewarded with an apple inside-out with worms saluting. Polished brass knuckles lie in increasing sizes from yellow to eight along the tip of your tongue.
Within it, you beckon and I take a chance and downstream we flow.
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Meteloides
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#15920762 - 03/08/12 04:06 PM (2 months, 20 days ago) |
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Quote:
circastes said:
Defy defeat distill delete
Without it, where will you go?
The hunter primes his catch with a letter not meant for him. The inner statue of still standing might covered with flies echoes in heinous scum same. Inside sanity wreaks the ink stain writing letters not meant for hunters. Flourishing machine oils leave without paying and the orbital collapses on fresh meat within serendipity and lacking quench. For your efforts you are rewarded with an apple inside-out with worms saluting. Polished brass knuckles lie in increasing sizes from yellow to eight along the tip of your tongue.
Within it, you beckon and I take a chance and downstream we flow.
Reading that was a psychedelic journey in and of itself.
Definitely a keeper.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Meteloides]
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Gulp, gasp, for a breathe of fresh air. Inside itself. Always inside.
Alive without a defined meaning my flame burns. Thy flame as some of I would call it. This inner narrative of loopy time zone where do I go if I let go. If I do not cling to this. Stepping outside of a sphere, but still here. Centered, deceased looking for words. Its clear.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Meteloides]
#15922670 - 03/08/12 10:51 PM (2 months, 19 days ago) |
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Quote:
Meteloides said:
Quote:
circastes said:
Defy defeat distill delete
Without it, where will you go?
The hunter primes his catch with a letter not meant for him. The inner statue of still standing might covered with flies echoes in heinous scum same. Inside sanity wreaks the ink stain writing letters not meant for hunters. Flourishing machine oils leave without paying and the orbital collapses on fresh meat within serendipity and lacking quench. For your efforts you are rewarded with an apple inside-out with worms saluting. Polished brass knuckles lie in increasing sizes from yellow to eight along the tip of your tongue.
Within it, you beckon and I take a chance and downstream we flow.
Reading that was a psychedelic journey in and of itself.
Definitely a keeper.
Awesome thankyou!
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#15931898 - 03/10/12 11:42 PM (2 months, 17 days ago) |
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Wrote this a while back, turned it into a song but it started out as just a poem. it's called Long is the road
Long is the road that's traveled
cold are the winds that blow
muddy are the feet that walk them
tired & trodden as they go
weak are the legs that bear us
small are the things we know
Far is the destination
up and down that dusty road.
and though I can see a light I also feel the pain inside
swimming in the only sea I know
and though I can see a light not sure if I'm seeing right
Gonna sing the only song I know
weary are the eyes so watchful
Quiet like the oceans deep
heavy is the heart that's carried
broken peace wont let me get to sleep
Long is the road thats traveled
warm are the tears that flow
far is the destination
up and down that dusty road.
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One thing can be said about the road that's traveled less, to walk it means to live and love a little harder.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: kundalini1123]
#15937371 - 03/12/12 10:56 AM (2 months, 16 days ago) |
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I stood and watched as you stomped and
Let out your war-cries
Rain dancing
So Little I could do
I could show you some love but
What use am I?
That poison has you thinking
you’re the messiah.
Id almost be inclined.
Who hooked you into the web
Of lies and truths?
Was it a strange beast who stole your dance?
You’re such a beautiful mess
One of gods forgotten children
Too lovely for hell and too broken for heaven
You told me that nothing feels real
That you love too much and are at odds
Your kind come in prototypes
Defective and doomed
To carry strange burdens
On your thousand year old shoulders
Who nailed you to your cross?
Who swam between your ears
And poisoned your laugh?
I won’t shed tears
And I won’t call to god
He dies when you do
I may come off callous and I know it seems wrong
But how can I cry brother
when you’ve been dead for so long?
He walks through woods at night
Talking to Lune hoping that
She might share some of her secrets
But she is still
And he is but a god’s mistake and
No use to her.
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Roses r red an yo pussy is too. Got me a box of condoms... so bitch wat it do?
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Hakim0777]
#15937384 - 03/12/12 10:59 AM (2 months, 16 days ago) |
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If i could build a God
Hed be Stronger then me
His heavy head would nod
and everyone would wait
to see…
But im not the one
whos hiding in the smoke
whos burying the guns
a deacon with a throne
and iam not the fool
looking to build and to destroy
you are not a face
you are not a friend
were running out of space
where bodies lay in end
to end…
well im not the one
whos hiding in the smoke
who faked a million friends
and iam not the fool
whos looking to build and destroy
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"If I Had An Orchard Id Work Till Im Sore"
Tasty Recipes
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Nyarlethotep
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: mrosef]
#15944895 - 03/14/12 01:33 AM (2 months, 14 days ago) |
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nice one mrosef. I like the part "i am not a fool looking to build and destroy, you are not a face, you are not a friend, running out of space, bodies lay end to end." Good job.
Here's one I wrote a few years ago. It's called Frequency Route:
Is it a voice within,
like a plant with roots embedded,
stretching vital signals thin,
with no idea of where it's headed?
Within every living object,
driving frequencies apart,
something only few detect,
what escapes the fractured heart?
Is it something quite abstract,
made of false realities,
is it like a heart attack,
seazing, giving way to thee?
Like a tree with branches spread,
both near and far apart,
what becomes of human souls,
when man has lost his mortal heart?
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circastes
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Nyarlethotep]
#15945030 - 03/14/12 03:19 AM (2 months, 14 days ago) |
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just typed this up before and made it my facebook cover image:
The fire is blown out and the smoke burns. The times table lacks insight into its condition: pinned to a wall, fear and headlights in its eyes. Sequential locking of doors, the hallway turns black and inhales. Cough, sputter.
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#15951251 - 03/15/12 01:33 PM (2 months, 13 days ago) |
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Hear feet dippin into a gravitational space of which my mind is always in a race. To catch myself is to let go, lost in the sea, I will find what I know. Look into my heart, I breathed it from the start. A star torn a part, spread inter connect ed. THroat tear drop boat of salvation, vessel expanding understanding. This, right now, I love you. I love you. Isle of you.
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Grapefruit
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Niall]
#15960329 - 03/17/12 04:14 PM (2 months, 11 days ago) |
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i've been here for years under this big ole blue sky
skimming stones from barren shores
watching from above between the rocks of mountain tops
killing time
I've been stressed and depressed
ran out of things to say
innocent and deranged lying claims and stakes
conquered and shoved my pride in street walls
watched infinity in the stars
felt life swell above and crush me
asked a million times why (still waiting on a reply)
through the looking glass over and over
watched the animals creep about at night
dying by the lakes at daybreak
swarmed upon by flies
while bees break bread over the wild flowers
the world ashamed and insouciant
tomorrow gleeful and caring
the cradle coverging; centering
then falling into disarray
balance and chaos
The clocks strike, 3, 5 and 4
with barely a whisper and passing
will it ever be no more?
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"So man's insanity is heaven's sense; and wandering from all mortal reason, man comes at last to that celestial thought, which, to reason, is absurd and frantic; and weal or woe, feels then uncompromised, indifferent as his God." - Herman Melville
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Enjoywho
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Grapefruit]
#15979174 - 03/21/12 11:12 PM (2 months, 6 days ago) |
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By time we are bound
A curse some would say
By whichever of gods
You, mortal man, prays to that day
How strange it all seems
The push we all feel
The tick tick of the clock
Pressing on
Ever on
Theirs no stopping for you
Yet there is a word
Said many ways
what it all boils down to
What we try to explain
How are minds try to grasp
Why things decay with each day
Felling of buildings
Tumbling of man
With all things that begin
Inevitablly end
Thats the measure of time
We all grasp in our mind
So we all get a piece
A small sliver youd say
Just a smidgen, a taste
Of this place we relate
To do evil
Maybe good
Or to just coast by
Like a phantom afraid
To tip his hat either( i-ther) way
Where should we go?
What should we do?
Who knows little youth
Its your slice of pie
This question you pose
Albeit a good one
Will only keep you stressed
While time ticks ever onward.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Enjoywho]
#15981920 - 03/22/12 02:27 PM (2 months, 6 days ago) |
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Es war um 1780
Und es war in Wien
No plastic money anymore
Die Banken gegen ihn
Woher die Schulden kamen
War wohl jedermann bekannt
Er war ein Mann der Frauen
Frauen liebten seinen Punk
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus
Come and rock me Amadeus...
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Ja ja ja
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus...
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Talking Head]
#15983071 - 03/22/12 06:35 PM (2 months, 6 days ago) |
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Hear space baby, come to me.
The minds inside and outside its free.
Loves a potion, honey..
Come on n dose me.
Awareness ocean baby.
Breathing ripples,
eye sea lucidity.
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PscillyMeXD
I'm Pscilly.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: weshroom]
#16063907 - 04/09/12 01:17 AM (1 month, 19 days ago) |
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I don't follow any particular format.. My inspiration comes from free form spoken word artists (Sage Francis, Buddy Wakefield, Scroobius PIP, Saul Williams, Ect.). This piece is called 'Never See The Wind'
He said he would never see the wind
but he could feel his spine tingle when it hit
He says he like the way it feels
there's too much tension in his head
from tuggin' on the reel
teetering on the brink
falling off his rocker
with another song to sing
didn't feel claustrophobic., lost between two walls closin'
with just him in his bed with an empty bottle., overdosin'
he's chosen to be open to the lasso of problems that has him roped in
he can't see the wind, but he can feel the rules
on the prescription bottle when they bent
she showed false smiles
but in her lonesome she cut her self
I guess stones that slow the flow of the river
purify the water, still..She said she'd never see the wind
only the dead leaves & dirt that's blowin' in it
very little insurance if this was beginning to get to her
or ending.. The feeling of your sanity, bending like a wine glass
"only reason I'm alive is for "God's sake".. She said it like that..
I can tell she knows she's about to break..
I, seen the pain in her eyes, but I, was scare to mention it
in fear that it would steer unstable emotions off of cliffs & into oceans
like vehicles with suicidal drivers with their notes writ,
this is poetry in motion.
.. & The more she started distancing herself
the more she started mentioning the hell
she spent her time alone in., whispering to willows
someone would visit every now & then
but never take notice or bring up, the blood on her pillow
& if you did., Still thou.. No, She'll never say anything
she'll go outside alone, instead & sit in the rain
contemplating., "Should I hurry the fuck up, or keep waiting."
& I kept waiting., For the depression to infest her
one day all the medication, made the razor blades.,
Finally get the best of her
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Hello! My name is PscillyMeXD.. & I am a member of the psychedelic community.
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"Mr. Perfect, Misconstrued
Lead the way, follow through
Probably hate me, I do too
You're so much like me I feel sorry for you."
~Eyedea (R.I.P)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: PscillyMeXD]
#16130954 - 04/23/12 09:17 PM (1 month, 4 days ago) |
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your soft
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Seeds of wisdom found no purpose
we don't even have a chance
birthday party, armageddon
long stem roses, avalanch
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Jdub1]
#16163312 - 04/30/12 09:52 PM (28 days, 22 hours ago) |
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Moon struck
"I have a dream"
I am sure has been said true for every being, for every living stream on this land for Kings of Queens. Who hasn't seen the Moon as the sky, or mid-days Sun breaking through rain clouds; all these colors are here so I had to give it up to the prism of light, I exist in Gods moment, Nurturing as the Moons gaze which never turn from my place; her eyes wait for mine to awaken and we meet for the night till our grip fades; Let the Sun shine on me, let the whole universe see I wait for the night to come, for the Moon has stricken me
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Life can be what it seems, or more than that.
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facepockets
In Search of Equilibrium
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: stumpme]
#16163366 - 04/30/12 10:04 PM (28 days, 22 hours ago) |
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Nice thread rejuvanation!
Here's a little ditty I wrote up while bored in my Crystallography course.
Here I shit
Full of poo
Take a hit
Scent of zoo.
Smoke and methane mingle
And my insides tingle.
But what is this?
Out my butt it slips.
Brown rock shaped like a fist
And I think I've ripped
Proceed to smoke a spliff
And wallow in my pain.
I lay down on my bed
And hope for no more strain.
Alas, the commode cannot swallow.
The plunger jumps, and I follow
Out the toilet flies a swallow
And strikes me in the face.
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circastes
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: facepockets]
#16198415 - 05/08/12 03:34 AM (21 days, 17 hours ago) |
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garbage really but i hope it's down SOMEONE's alley
Instigate within the wireframe neuron
Take away the order and replace with nulon
Polish the synapse squeaky-clean and run within with freaky gleam
The face that washed away
Forever and then more, life is not and is not a chore
Tongues twist within the neurological circuit
No time to take down notes with your pen
Never again
Underneath the roach-weaved carpet lies a dart with no sentiment except to expound contents of pouches washed with river-soaked never-stood rightness lost within a mind-bending Ken-doll lost within a Barbie product renamed Mend-All as the company expanded business into the convenience market, Self lost here and not found astray, millions become millions in a hive of convinced mesmorism and self-haunted self-decay. Then you see it, not ever you don't, live here and do not choke on your vegetables as they came out of a dart-gun shot at a running cabbage with no loss intended in the variety market's community donations except those delivered to a strange idiot by the pot plant who garners rage without a second thought and stares and stares and stares inviting only stares as he pretends there are no cares within his decaying mind-bank sold to the highest bidder and loaned to deadening carpet slug-drugs pixel-high and pixel-nigh, lever the orange and give it storage without a second thought you ought, bought and sold, caught and old.
Why stare, why stare, why stare, at me, like that, you twat, you're like a cat, cricket without a bat, you old hat, left to gather dust, lick up rust, and mistrust any man who walks with schizophrenia in his stride, a brain fried, never you mind, you old kind, wander Earth no more as we are here, we have shed our tears and it's never been said to you – has it? - that you are yesteryear's. Douse your fears, ignite the minute's meres and let's become something else in this house left to stand on rickey ground.
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Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.
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bananaman
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
#16217973 - 05/12/12 12:16 AM (17 days, 20 hours ago) |
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Slow fog fills the sky, I can’t see the top
Halfway to the stars, How dare I stop
My back moans "enough!" and my feet long for home,
But if I quit now there wouldn’t be a poem
So I climbed and I ached at a marvelous pace
And I passed through the fog, a gradual grace
I sat at the top and the moon smiled back,
The rest of the sky, an eloquent black
Except for one star,
Who made it this far.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: bananaman]
#16219470 - 05/12/12 11:14 AM (17 days, 9 hours ago) |
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Why is the cat not outside all the time
If he enjoys the sun like me.
Wind and bird songs blow through me
Making room for it all
Wind curls around me
Gentle arms wrapping me in now
Awareness curls like leafs drying on the deck
birds ringing out into the great unknown
The sphere of consciousness perceived from the point
The point that reflects it all
All of which has grown
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: weshroom]
#16223006 - 05/13/12 02:30 AM (16 days, 18 hours ago) |
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I can remember being seven years old
and having gold fish that circled around in a bowl
i would watch the forest burn, and listen to the wind blow
i can remember the table the drapes and the window
the dark brown everything
decoration styling
most of all i can remember my mother smiling
worn out and faded my home town was scrappy
more than anything she wanted us to be happy
little to eat back and forth to the hospital
she was right, its better to be happy if possible
but the old man was under attack and was weak
and continues to beat her several times a week
he lived like a king even though we were piss poor
i tried to be strong and careful what i wished for
my outside ached and my inside stung and a long leather belt had replaced his tongue
not knowing how to run or how to hit the breaks
a white picket fence was built around a pit of snakes
both the wonder a frightening, the thunder and lightning
these were the sounds and sights of a thousand fights
my mother, the poor fish staging eternal charades and parades for the raging inferno
wanting to be happy
beaten all the while
asking me always why dont you ever smile
and she's show me how to do it
mother and wife
it was the saddest smile i ever saw in my life
and it hurt worse than death, but for her sake i tried
and one day all of those gold fish dieD
hurricane, forest fire out of control
eyes open floating on the water in the bowl
and when my dad came home he walked through the door
and threw the fish to the cat on the kitchen floor
and the wind died too
and i was still a child
and the three of us watched as my mother smiled
and the wind died too
and i was still a child
and the three of us watched as my mother smiled
and the wind died too
BUCK 65
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#16258277 - 05/20/12 12:21 PM (9 days, 8 hours ago) |
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Seeking
Seeking and finding
All that a wise man has sought for
And more
To walk the path of a shaman
Old, wise, and ever observing
I am blessed with what I have gathered here tonight
On such a night
To think.. I have lived a lifetime
In but a night
What a glorious night!
I have lived the lives of all I have touched
Tasted.. All of the worlds bounties
Heard all that is not
I am the same as the earth that I tread upon
Hard, old, and serious
I am the same as the blades of grass on which I lay
Soft, young, and whistful
What have they done..?
What has become of man!?
To savagely and brutally deflour our mother!
Our gentle mother
Who weaves a web between each and every star
Speaking
Calling
Crying out!
For her children to save her
Children
Innocent children and their
Distant echoes of laughter
Pretending.. In the forest...
We who travel the path
Lay upon mirrors
Reflecting on forgotten days
As if.. We had lived them yesterday..
Dirt holes dug deep within the memories that dwell in my being
To think.. I have lived a lifetime
In but a night
Our prolonged night
Our beautiful night
It's true that parting is such sweet sorrow
When the stars are all but gone
And when the darkness breeds a light
A calming light
The moon that shines at dawn
An end.. To an endless night..
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“I believe in a long, prolonged derangement of the senses to attain the unknown. Our pale reasoning hides the infinite from us.”
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It's been the ruin of a many poor boy, and god I know I'm one. Sometimes lyrics take the place of what I could ever write.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: timelapses]
#16288900 - 05/26/12 04:50 PM (3 days, 3 hours ago) |
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thanks I return with more!
The Last of the Free Thinkers!
The day the last one was to fall; in the skies shot the ones soul back, and divided into twelve people The Spirit flowed, for The Spirit was already of this place; just as you may put your finger in a stream, this is where the last of the Free Thinkers stand; for you do not get a stream from a Man, but a Man is placed near a stream after it has been placed, and after the hills which fit together, and the skies and the stars, the Sun and the Moon..all the spaces between!
The dark one search all his days for the true twelve which The Spirit flowed; here to at a stream you may find the dark one, he too was once placed in bare beauty. He cannot know the ways of The Spirit; because he has not seen them, he has not walked them; but he will see The Last of the Free Thinkers! For once he destory the twelve, he will see The Spirit not only left in the blink of an eye and cast his soul unto 12 signs, but he also was born in Blood; The dark one was unaware of how far The Spirit Love reach, he was unaware of the paths it took;
For he will see that here left is the Last of the Free Thinkers, and by his own laws he will be driven out of his own place, he will be chased down by the people he created, he will search for a way to leave his mark that others may find, the rules he created.
The Last of the Free Thinkers must be destroyed
this is the way of The Spirit.
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Life can be what it seems, or more than that.
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