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eckhem


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Doe Eyed]
#12319421 - 04/02/10 06:01 PM (13 years, 9 months 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
--- 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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eckhem

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#14422393 - 05/08/11 10:51 PM (12 years, 8 months ago) |
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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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eckhem

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: draGONMAN90000]
#14422504 - 05/08/11 11:15 PM (12 years, 8 months ago) |
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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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eckhem

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: cateyes]
#15209575 - 10/11/11 12:16 PM (12 years, 3 months ago) |
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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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eckhem

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: HunterChez]
#15527874 - 12/16/11 07:57 PM (12 years, 1 month ago) |
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Do I give up? Or loose control? I've stopped waiting. Now I just wait.
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