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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Brainstem]
    #14324820 - 04/20/11 08:18 PM (12 years, 9 months ago)

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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Brainstem]
    #14346649 - 04/24/11 11:31 PM (12 years, 9 months ago)

Hi all :laugh:  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]
    #14353185 - 04/26/11 01:39 AM (12 years, 9 months ago)

Lonely traveler on dusty road
Long way come
Long way go


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: WoodsCall]
    #14420686 - 05/08/11 05:41 PM (12 years, 8 months ago)

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  :awesomenod:


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Ronda Nina...


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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)

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  :awesomenod:




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 11:07 PM (12 years, 8 months ago)

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]
    #14422504 - 05/08/11 11:15 PM (12 years, 8 months ago)

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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: eckhem]
    #14426242 - 05/09/11 06:50 PM (12 years, 8 months ago)

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  :awesomenod:


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet] * 1
    #14428272 - 05/10/11 04:37 AM (12 years, 8 months ago)

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 10:36 AM (12 years, 8 months ago)

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  :awesomenod:




:thumbup:


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Sheeno]
    #14430578 - 05/10/11 04:08 PM (12 years, 8 months ago)

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 06:13 PM)


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
    #14431087 - 05/10/11 06:03 PM (12 years, 8 months ago)

old nirvava lyrics,

resonate, out of the ground into the sky (conciousness)

Writing, music, lyrics, timeless (mastercard) :bowdown:


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: timelapses]
    #14436123 - 05/11/11 05:53 PM (12 years, 8 months ago)

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 07:21 PM)


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
    #14436591 - 05/11/11 07:42 PM (12 years, 8 months ago)

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




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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: InTiMiDaToRdInO]
    #14445456 - 05/13/11 01:10 PM (12 years, 8 months ago)

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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: InTiMiDaToRdInO] * 1
    #14445981 - 05/13/11 03:02 PM (12 years, 8 months ago)

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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“Chaos is what we've lost touch with. This is why it is given a bad name. It is feared by the dominant archetype of our world, which is Ego, which clenches because its existence is defined in terms of control.” -Terence McKenna




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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: shroom_sandwich]
    #14454064 - 05/14/11 11:10 PM (12 years, 8 months ago)

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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: shroom_sandwich]
    #14468734 - 05/17/11 04:27 PM (12 years, 8 months ago)

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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Best]
    #14472609 - 05/18/11 10:57 AM (12 years, 8 months ago)

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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: CidneyIndole]
    #14486166 - 05/20/11 07:35 PM (12 years, 8 months ago)

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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