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Life in free form



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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#14854438 - 08/01/11 12:15 AM (12 years, 5 months ago) |
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I like that "injured idiots". I find a lot of them in my community.
But on to greater and better things, the earphones in my ears, rings and rings. I feel limitless A nagging feeling within, So many place inbetween. The urge to leave and the time for a break, from the people and community I've come to hate drug free zones and the cancer it creates So much is not left up to fate. Whay can't people understand that? Moving forward and feeling a joy there are somethings people can't touch, playing coy.
A pillow of winds my future life like the Floyd lyrics, life is so peaceful, just let me be.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: timelapses]
#14854468 - 08/01/11 12:22 AM (12 years, 5 months ago) |
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I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand My image is of agony, my servants rape the land Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore.
I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain And still you play the sycophant and revel in you pain And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate I am the politician, and I decide your fate
I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down.-LEMMY
-------------------- I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down-LEMMY
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: devilsgrip]
#14865544 - 08/03/11 02:15 AM (12 years, 5 months ago) |
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This dates back a couple of years now, but I still enjoy it.
In my time I have come to find that to live does not simply mean to breathe, to feel, to have a pulse. I have felt my blood flow in great haste, my heart beat with unrivaled intensity. And yet even in such times, I have found myself feeling dead.
That is not to say that I have never felt alive. I have had my share of highs and lows, periods of heightened senses. I have embraced the ecstasies of cloud nine, only to come crashing down to ground zero. I have had fits of passion, sought to leave my imprint on the world. One that is everlasting; not fleeting, but eternal.
Like an etching into a stone wall, a carving into a mountainside, Not footprints in the sand, doomed to be swallowed by the tide, Nor tracks in the snow, soon to be covered up, soon to melt away, or soon to blend in with the tracks others have left behind. Sometimes it can be difficult to find which tracks are your own.
And they say that life is like laying the tracks down in front of a train moving at high speed. But maybe it is best to stop laying the tracks down. Yes, yes, that is the truth of it. I say life only begins when the train has veered off course. Life can start once you stop trying to live.
The river's current is unpredictable, and yet the river endlessly flows as one. It is both its beginning and its destination all at once, Much like my life is already all it will ever be. One must simply let life live itself. Like a dog that knows the way home, My life already knows the path to take, Correcting its course even as I alter its directions.
It is the path of that hopeless grain of sand that was swept into the ocean. It is hidden beneath the surface and yet constantly in motion. It cannot see what lies above, it has no view of the horizon. But I have faith that it will get there.
So when does it all end? When does this Life stop? When do I die?
I have felt dead before, perhaps I already have died. My cells have grown, multiplied, but then withered and died themselves. This cycle has repeated itself. I have shed my skin many times over, and yet I have maintained identity. Like a tree that casts off its leaves as the chill of winter sets in, only to return to life as springs sends its whispers through the forest.
And so I have not died, nor will I ever.
In my future I see no permanent peace in heaven, nor damnation in hell. I do not know what I will see. As of now I expect to see nothing or not see at all. Such answers cannot be found, so I have stopped asking the question.
Still, I know I shall obtain my little slice of immortality. When my pulse ceases, when I flatline, when I "die," I know that whether I am conscious of it or unaware,
I will still be living.
-------------------- To be shaken out of the ruts of ordinary perception, to be shown for a few timeless hours the outer and inner world, not as they appear to an animal obsessed with survival or to a human being obsessed with words and notions, but as they are apprehended, directly and unconditionally, by Mind at Large — this is an experience of inestimable value to everyone and especially to the intellectual. mguyer.blogspot.com
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet] 1
#14888587 - 08/08/11 02:46 AM (12 years, 5 months ago) |
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vote for me i'll make you free take out the troops lower the fees vote for me i'll save your family end the wars find Osama it's me your friendly neighborhood Obama it's a whirlwind across the nation yes i'd like to accept this nomination give me the cars give me the jets i'll pay you people to put all your bets on me i'll save your country all the money from the rich and the poor i'll just take more and more and more
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: jakenichols]
#14896272 - 08/09/11 01:14 PM (12 years, 5 months ago) |
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I like this one it rolls off the tongue when reading.^
Born into captivity.
I thought at my head, and until the tides are dead, the syringe calls my friends, And I hope to start again. Danny was my friend of mine he lost his job and family, And turned to drinking until he realised it wouldn't change any thing. So he went to his financial institution with C4. Took out all his money, and pushed button,then burst into a fiery ring. Because on a foundation so strong, where you think nothing could go wrong. In every mind is desire to be free. Even if they know freedom is illusion, But is that so wrong, to feel you don't belong, in a world against you, what would a working man do, George left his wife on a Monday, Mondays drove him crazy, killed a man in reno ,got addicted to opium. burned down a casio, and became a peace protester. This building we build, even when destroyed will still remain. And you can't help your wrong. But all you can do is to find friends women and sing your murder songs.
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Crumpet
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: hecticpicnic]
#14905936 - 08/11/11 11:39 AM (12 years, 5 months ago) |
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twista macro backflip hatrick non annointing ratshit pac man data return fridge magnet merman
once upon a very confetti gday
a very confetti gday
once upon a ponder frog hop
hence a very confetti gday
feeling finger slippers alpha thumb under scun grippers clippers clippers tippie toes, flipa knows houses the pavement our says noun the old saytan
-------------------- Ronda Nina...
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Crumpet]
#14906548 - 08/11/11 01:47 PM (12 years, 5 months ago) |
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hi
don't really know why i'm feeling compelled to post this, but here it goes anyway...
never one for "told you so's" but i think that you should know the more distant i am from your desires the more i'm able to grow
consciousness streams from an unknown source physically will through this life's course no sure place to base my faith this life is whatever you make it
told of a place where happiness lies run to this place with immense pride only to experience a truth that death takes physicality away from you
but what is left when your body dies? do i fear the inevitable? do i run and hide? or will death liberate my pain inside?
i want to, yet i don't want to die is my faith in liberation of pain all a lie? a fascade, an imaginary crutch? as dangerous as a needle in my clutch?
so i'm left to conclude all this faith is pointless too all you're left to do is accept death that surely comes to you
-------------------- vi veri veniversum vivus vici What she said : "I smoke 'cos I'm hoping for an Early death AND I NEED TO CLING TO SOMETHING !"
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: desert father]
#14929821 - 08/16/11 04:26 AM (12 years, 5 months ago) |
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Been writing a bit lately. Friend and I started making music together. I'm going to post the songs here for input. So yeah, any input would be great.
Suburban Life (working title?)
Waking up groggy in the chilly morning Feels like the dream ended too soon Expecting the day to be quite boring Expectations for the day set low like the moon
Another afternoon watching the clock tick Rotting and thinking in this old chair When the sun starts to fall we’ll take our pick Sitting here or there, inside or in the air
The sun falls with no reasons to be thrilled Listen to some music maybe a movie too A suburban life has left us unfulfilled Talking of more exciting things we should do.
This one is meant to be sort of funny.
Rich White Collars Untie (play on the title of a Leftover Crack song Gay Rude Boys Unite)
I’m a one job, two paycheck asshole A 3 piece suit, 4 car rascal So give me all your money right now
This is what I want your taxes and your bills. Living in the top ten percent making a multi mill Laughing at the people hardly living on less Doesn’t matter me thought, separated from the rest
I’m a five girl, 6 watch dickhead Seven servant, 8 figure purebred But give me all your money right now
And it’ll trickle down into my bank account Scholarships that only go to my kids and their friends Taxes my company definitely won’t pay Don’t question us, do what we say.
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Enjoywho
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: devilsgrip]
#14929830 - 08/16/11 04:32 AM (12 years, 5 months ago) |
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Quote:
devilsgrip said: I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand My image is of agony, my servants rape the land Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore.
I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain And still you play the sycophant and revel in you pain And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate I am the politician, and I decide your fate
I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down.-LEMMY
Fuckin great.
-------------------- "I don't give nothin' to nobody, I just pay the cost to do business." - Riley "Young Reezy"-Boondocks "The road to hell is paved with good intentions." "In the days of kings and queens I was a jester." "And then the great lord created bears... too many bears... shoulda really dialed back on the bears." Squidbillies "Can you start speaking words instead of your damn filthy lies!"- Louise "Bobs Burgers"
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nowwhoutthink
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Enjoywho]
#14953059 - 08/20/11 03:57 PM (12 years, 5 months ago) |
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(written on a fungi trip....unfinished and not sure its even sensible hha...forgive the grammar errors and such..will finish on next adventure )
So I stepped outside on an amorphous morning.Clouds covered the sun. mist and dew blanketed the flowers and grass lightly like a moist kiss on young lovers lips. It was very humid and felt as if steam was encompassing my entire body. leaching into my pores , cells, brain,and heart.the humidity grew over the hours while time was spent gazing around at nature that begun to envelop me. I ,and "we" ,as in the entire family of animals, flowers, nature in general felt the love run through our veins straight to the heart and mind. leaves swayed as if they were waving hello to each other. mushrooms in groups looked like mini colonies just thriving to be apart of it all. Nature was ahold of me tightly yet i was anywhere but close to myself. as the obscured sky cleared slowly a smile of haze spread through the misty clouds. warmth grew inside my naturally drugged body. we were apart of it all. The tree was my friend. He understood me. His knowlege that people rarely get to comprehend gave a nudge to my serotonin recepters. Full appreciation was given for only a few could ever understand the great beauty of this. imaginary photos arose and mirages glew and spread along my third eye. all while my vision was greeted with miraculois colors, images, thoughts of love, empathy, a rebirth of happiness. I threw on my headphones after debating if I really wanted to drown out the beauitful sound of nature that became the soundtrack of the morning. But after doing so, the tones, melodies, and the rhythmic bliss that went in the ear canal and circled my brain made it seem as if i was in another, yet just as majestic location. Sounds became colours and colors turned into taste. I was floating in a familiar yet seemingly new world. Spicy like india, exotic like Nepal, yet all so familiar. As if it was a nostalgic dream forggotton many years ago and am now reliving. night grows like a subtle reminder note. The sunrise has become a past. light leaks from doors and passing cars. reality hits you once the realization of it all binds to your mind.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: nowwhoutthink]
#14968053 - 08/23/11 08:58 PM (12 years, 5 months ago) |
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Siting, just waiting Waiting for bliss to give me a juicy kiss. It starts up in my head, am I dead? This throbbing thought of complete boredom. This feeling of dread in my head. It builds up and makes me feel apathetic, maybe even pathetic. Nothing matters, I'm alone, I wish I was stoned, I wish I felt content. Feeling like nothing will ever bring pleasure, nothing is good enough. Wishing to sense other worldly sensations and new vibrations. Will they come? Am I really this numb?
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: BluePixieWaves]
#14986616 - 08/27/11 12:37 PM (12 years, 5 months ago) |
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Here are a few of mine:
The Six Things I Could Never Do Without
Music: A pool to swallow any feelings of discontent. An infinite landscape to explore shattered ideals.
Through visuals, sound, and word I harbor The Freedom to Create: A flame undying even when oppressed by those who are cruel and arrogant.
I focus on the human condition and on human suffering. I crave Emotional Connection. I am a listener and a mediator. I hope to heal the pain of others.
The seeds of inspiration come not from outside but from within, through Dreams. In sleep or awakening my visions yearn to escape.
My salvation lies within. I sit halfway between heaven and earth, and through Meditation I find healing.
Whatever our afflictions, our desires greedy and insatiable, The essential need, that which pacifies the pain of being, is Love. ---
Dream of No Sleeping
I have spent many sleepless nights throwing scattered words to pages. So rarely endowed with ideas, but the pen keeps on dancing.
When no amount of melatonin could sink my mind beneath the wall of sleep, I entertain my fantasies. Like gilded birds of tarnished cages, I let them spread their wings.
A painting, sketch, printing design. With cybernetic nanotechnology or twigs, burnt and beautifully primitive.
A song, a riff, some chords, composed. Feel deep the bass, dry, rumbling, Piano moist with reverberation.
I do not feel the sudden urge to slum beneath the sheets for the creative trance ignites a nostalgia that harkens back to my dreams.
And I live to live in dreaming. ---
Truth?
What of man Longs for comfort In others?
We "evolved" Have yet to shatter The paradigm And find comfort In ourselves.
I once glimpsed Eternal connection And the truth That we Are one.
Yet still each day I awake To the same bitter longing And carry the weight Of loneliness In my heart.
If we are one And reality Contained By eternal beauty Is us. Then why Do my emotions Supersede The truth? ---
Tainted Afternoon
No misfortune has wounded me today yet my tongue drips ambivalence And my mind barks at each annoyance like hornets on my spine
Perhaps the coffee, Drip black my morning light, imparted bitterness? Usurped tranquility?
I sit and judge. Why do their guffaws enrage me not impregnate joy?
Perhaps a bad trip from my favorite morning drug.
Or maybe I should meditate? ---
I'm working on a really long one based on a trip.
-------------------- (Psycho Active) Drug Experiences: Caffeine, Chocolate, Kava Kava, Alcohol, Cannabis, Psilocybin/Psilocin (Psilocybe Cubensis,) DXM, Salvia Divinorum. Wants to try: DMT, Ayahuasca, LSD, Mescaline, & (possibly) MDMA.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: River Man]
#15019777 - 09/02/11 08:49 PM (12 years, 4 months ago) |
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Winding up or winding down. Which ever way you look at it Condensing feeling into a single sound Travel on and drift by Always watching The open eye Pried from the jaws of life Experience self Creating Meaning passing. We knew not. Lasting.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: weshroom]
#15021641 - 09/03/11 08:36 AM (12 years, 4 months ago) |
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the most glancing touch did leave behind a feeling of another kind, a light that shines so deep inside, the passion shared of an unstable mind. you be there where you dance and play where time does not exist in eternity.
-------------------- i became fragmented, small and then slowly began to blossom into a more coherent, steady structure .
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Expiscator
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Expiscator]
#15021657 - 09/03/11 08:45 AM (12 years, 4 months ago) |
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I want to come can i please.
I want to dance with you so more no body left to lug around no inner voice no confusing sound no contradictions in my brain no moral values to sustain my predilection is with you to fly to soar to feel with no knowledge how to tangle in eternal space a knot so complex it knows no bounds To be the light, to be the sound so impeccably profound to be the feeling of the dawn
i want to come
can I Please.
-------------------- i became fragmented, small and then slowly began to blossom into a more coherent, steady structure .
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Expiscator]
#15024337 - 09/03/11 06:30 PM (12 years, 4 months ago) |
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Quote:
Expiscator said: I want to come can i please.
I want to dance with you so more no body left to lug around no inner voice no confusing sound no contradictions in my brain no moral values to sustain my predilection is with you to fly to soar to feel with no knowledge how to tangle in eternal space a knot so complex it knows no bounds To be the light, to be the sound so impeccably profound to be the feeling of the dawn
i want to come
can I Please.
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Cynosure
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: weshroom]
#15030459 - 09/04/11 10:25 PM (12 years, 4 months ago) |
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I wrote this, although it's a bit cheesy and cliche, for my girlfriend as the days counted down for her departure to another country in hopes of higher education.
Oh Rose!
Oh Rose, of joy, with leaves passionate, I have clutched you near. The days pass like Cloud overhead, as Wind's beckon echoes louder. Unbind you I must, despite the misery, so that you may float free.
Oh Rose, drape not for I leave in you my watchful eyes and in you my loving heart. In being gone, I am not gone, wherever you may be.
Oh Rose, fret not as the eloquent blood speaks in your cheeks and Morning's dew kisses your lips. I am not gone, and you are a part of me.
-- Stem
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Cynosure]
#15050871 - 09/08/11 10:23 PM (12 years, 4 months ago) |
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The universe is fubar. You have no idea, what it is, what it was, what it will be. The end.
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All comes from the skin, the skin comes from all. Granter of the diverse, visible shell. We show our love by killing for, dying for, that which cares for us. Killing for, killing us..
Don't worry; the favor shall be returned.
-------------------- Life is too short for this sorrow. You may be here today and gone tomorrow.
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NoobCybot
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Earth Child]
#15060537 - 09/10/11 11:13 PM (12 years, 4 months ago) |
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I thought I thought of a thought but the thought that I thought of was the same thought I thought of before every time I try to think of a thought I haven't thought of I end up thinking thoughts I shouldn't be thinking.
NoobCybot
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