cogent said:

cool, nice poems!  I dont have many poems but here is a short one I wrote a year or so ago.

A weakened soldier
Darkness settles in
I am ready for the take over
A flight to the unconscious
A hostile invasion of my wake mind
But I am a willing hostage

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Quote:

list(e)x
kiss
touch
finger
fuck
love
thrust
cock
splatter
latex
rubbish
basket

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cogent said:

cool, nice poems!  I dont have many poems but here is a short one I wrote a year or so ago.

A weakened soldier
Darkness settles in
I am ready for the take over
A flight to the unconscious
A hostile invasion of my wake mind
But I am a willing hostage

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Quote:

Sands of God

Processes unfold in the cortex to engage in the collective recollapse

Haunted eyes distill the light to reveal the everywhere divine prospecting



Ascension to the unjudging realm

A mission to become lost in the twilight desert industria

Hidden away in the crests of mind

In which the waiting winds of greater being rise to wake the sands of God



Critical pattern of psychoflux stacks resonance to remold mind

Unveiling mystery of unnavigable creeping superstructure immersed in the black liquid of the universal eye

As the physical remnants lift to meet the water line

Ejecting soul into the disintegrated parallels of a frozen waking dream

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Scriptures of the Mind

Winding rivers leading to the inner stratum

The non-beating heart

Suspended in the mist of

Fuel vapor

Connoisseur of dredging memories

False actor

Misapprehender

Grasper of the dark lights


A feeling that lonesomeness

is a slow descent

Again the mind drops,

into relativity

Not aware this is where it always stays

Over complication of the subject matter –

Being

Fear cuts and molds

a weakened substitute

to roam the house as a beggar


The world is different each time -

Lost at sea in the psyche

Another night washed upon a remote island

I will have to make shelter here

pretend this is Me.

Brushing the foilage aside

Demons dance around a camp fire

Erratic

The psychic winds forever blow back to peace

But for now I've broken the sail

So I join them in the dance

And hope they will share in the warmth


True nothingness comes from doing nothing

The ship will sail off the edge of the world

The organism becomes its own prey

Digesting itself

Eating away


Suddenly,

The way forward is lit

By candles

Which begin to flicker in the wind

Weary now,

Effort spills from the wounds

For its own sake

Stumbling forward through faithlessness

The last destination:

Onward

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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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1200 Micrograms said:

Quote:

list(e)x
kiss
touch
finger
fuck
love
thrust
cock
splatter
latex
rubbish
basket

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The best.

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Rocker, yeah cerberus shoal is very good


Our words are linear but do not merely sneer when you fear an innate inadequacy.
Our thoughts are linear but I’d like to see if they can smear.
On the borderline of sensation and wordy stagnation we can find our own way to betray subjectivity.
Though we tend to prefer an objectification let us not always commit mutual masturbation.
Losing ourselves in our own private dialectic we’ll submit to our loopy self idea.
Solipsistic by products of ones own advertisements apparently self destruct when we engage our grand collective definition.
Ah someone finally threw a grenade in here, and I’d like you to pull the pin.
Maybe for a time we’ll forget the grandiose linear representations we over dictate and syndicate day in and day out!
Although our personalities seem verbally linear don’t merely sneer when you fear we’re only the icing on the cake of our mentality.


Change here change there; everywhere we look it’s glaring. Paradoxes inside hairy brain boxes are what we find when we’re hitch hiking with psychotic companions. Sometimes thinking to ourselves… we aren’t here. Foaming at the mouth… this can’t be… Perhaps you ought to climb in her basket full of mortals and maybe she’ll set a place for you at her picnic. Ah but who the fuck could she be? One thing is sure, you’ll rot before too long; yes, but maybe thought shots fired at your waving white flag will make you laugh! What else could you do!? Change here change there, everywhere this pompous ego looks the jester quickly dances by. One thing, many things, no matter, paradoxes inside hairy brain boxes are all we can manage, when we’re trying hard out here.

Rocker232 said:

Writing with the Help of Music

With a note my mind becomes turned on
The sleeping giant has awoke
Your melody brings light and darkness
Your voice paints the world in strokes

A picture composed within my mind
Is a testament to your might
Human brain oh how I wonder
Musical incisions delight

You bring life into my fingers
Leaving my mind fulfilled
Even though you pull at my strings
I will be your puppet forever

Oh great muse within the world
You make reality brightened
I let go of this worldly vessel
Into the dream, into the light

Transcend my mind forever

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tempingasashaman said:

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The sun's broken by the trees
Flashing light between the leaves
Shadows dance behind the green
All I see is what's between
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Rocker232 said:

Short or lone, poetry is awesome.

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StaleShrooms said:

tempingasashaman said:

_________________
The sun's broken by the trees
Flashing light between the leaves
Shadows dance behind the green
All I see is what's between
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(I'm assuming this one is not a part of the first poem)

nice. at first i was like "oh great, another rhyming poem for the sake of rhyming." i thought it was going to be kinda lame and like a played out "how beautiful is nature? right?" kinda poem.

then on the last line. boom. insight. validated and qualified it. not that the first three lines were bad or anything, but it wasnt terribly novel, then the last line it was like..."wow"

nice poem.

EDIT: sorry if it sounds like i trashed the first three lines of your poem, thats not how i meant it at all. the first three lines are good for what they are, but no novel concepts. then on the last line i was like "ohhhh, he was setting the stage for this."

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