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OfflineAmzy
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
    #12704059 - 06/07/10 04:02 PM (13 years, 7 months ago)

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
:wink:

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: aghorrorag] * 1
    #12807762 - 06/26/10 01:10 PM (13 years, 7 months ago)

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. [Re: Deekay] * 1
    #13300703 - 10/06/10 08:01 PM (13 years, 3 months ago)

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


Edited by Amzy (10/06/10 08:17 PM)


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