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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) |
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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!
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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) |
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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]
#14353185 - 04/26/11 01:39 AM (12 years, 9 months ago) |
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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 05:41 PM (12 years, 8 months 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
-------------------- Ronda Nina...
Edited by Crumpet (05/08/11 05:50 PM)
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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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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 11:07 PM (12 years, 8 months 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]
#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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: eckhem]
#14426242 - 05/09/11 06:50 PM (12 years, 8 months 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
-------------------- Ronda Nina...
Edited by Crumpet (05/09/11 07:00 PM)
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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) |
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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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We can travel through life... But do we know where we are going?
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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) |
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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 
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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) |
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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 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) |
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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
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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) |
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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 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) |
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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
-------------------- 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) |
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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
-------------------- IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING.:.TRAVEL THE UNIVERSE
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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) |
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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.
-------------------- "Treat the earth well: it was not given to you by your parents, it was loaned to you by your children. We do not inherit the Earth from our Ancestors, we borrow it from our Children. -Ancient Native Proverb “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) |
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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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: shroom_sandwich]
#14468734 - 05/17/11 04:27 PM (12 years, 8 months ago) |
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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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Best]
#14472609 - 05/18/11 10:57 AM (12 years, 8 months 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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: CidneyIndole]
#14486166 - 05/20/11 07:35 PM (12 years, 8 months 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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