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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)

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)

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


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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)

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.


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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.

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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)

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)

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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: hecticpicnic]
    #14905936 - 08/11/11 11:39 AM (12 years, 5 months ago)

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


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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)

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


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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)

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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: devilsgrip]
    #14929830 - 08/16/11 04:32 AM (12 years, 5 months ago)

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.


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"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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Enjoywho]
    #14953059 - 08/20/11 03:57 PM (12 years, 5 months ago)

(written on a  fungi trip....unfinished and not sure its even sensible hha...forgive the grammar errors and such..will finish on next adventure:grin:)



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)

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?:sad:


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Edited by BluePixieWaves (08/23/11 09:03 PM)


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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)

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.
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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.


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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)

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)

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.


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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)

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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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)

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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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: weshroom]
    #15030459 - 09/04/11 10:25 PM (12 years, 4 months ago)

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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"You can peel it [language] off the ceiling and make it dance in front of you" - McKenna

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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)

The universe is fubar.
You have no idea,
what it is,
what it was,
what it will be.
The end.


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: ImaginingEmotions]
    #15052908 - 09/09/11 12:17 PM (12 years, 4 months ago)

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.


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Life is too short for this sorrow. You may be here today and gone tomorrow.


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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)

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.

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