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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Meteloides]
#15534353 - 12/18/11 10:50 AM (12 years, 1 month ago) |
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Surrealist Lover
Out from the volume betwixt my fingers, Sprung a waifish young man Wandering, wandering, wandering, Around the path to my heart. He smells of forgotten pages, Musky, dusty, texts And the sagacity of their words. Ink blot pupils Expand seventy times seven. As he captured the words of my pen To bathe in their depths Of each droplet fallen from The i‘s the j’s, Anthropomorphizing my lust. Out from the volume betwixt my fingers Sprung a Hassidic young man Wandering, wandering, wandering, His skin is olive oil and figs Lips, the rising sun of Palestine. A sand bag moon hangs In my irises, Idle on the trapezius Of this androgyn. He captures my neurons Through their essence, Lips melting honeycomb Of oily stamens, Warm forbidden fruits, And sycamore branches. Out from the volume betwixt my fingers Sprung a waifish young man Wandering, wandering, wandering I have not known his love.
Ruminations
The mighty sound Of beans rattling in wood; My mind is a rain stick. Only as each droplet graces my cheek, Does serotonin drip. Plink. Plink. Plink. The silky sound Of element upon element, A crashing of substance! These emotive hands are feather and quill. Just as each pulse beats against my eyes, Ink stains.
Remnants of a Garden Romp
The shivering nip Of a waxing winter moon Marks the eve Of a steaming Park bench, Scalded by fervent ephemeral touch. Hot breath evaporates fog, Bare skin caressed The rotting boards, The rusting bolts. Among black eyed susans and shrubs Marigolds and phlox Voracious hunger pulsates Between alabaster columns Reverberating its equal Opposite. Two exhibitionists swim In bazaar fruit, Metallic twinkling trinkets, And rivers of pebbles. Coming. Coming to Nature.
Irritability in Her Works
A psychological implosion Of affective Hell’s erosion, A brilliant manifesto, Seductive and rhetorical-- Sick with sins of kith and kin-- Undulant beneath that within, To break alleged chains, She ascertains These lethal dispositions.
Autumn Afternoon A young artist’s hand clasps and flicks. A spark meets butane. Delicately whirling his wrist, as though he were whipping cream with a lily, he sets a dry thistle flower a-blaze. Its sharp, furry fingers roast quickly and then smolder, crumpling into ash before plummeting to the beaten path below. His gently twirling hands! I have watched their splendor many times over, sweeping and shading: every highlight, every shadow. I observed stroke and strike, ink and graphite, smeared in fluid existence. He smiles and his warm brown eyes cascade over me like melted chocolate. I return the gesture, careful to wrap my lips around exuberant teeth. I do not remember what we spoke of, or if we spoke at all; our words had forgotten themselves. Another thistle wilted in flame. I snap a slender blade of grass, hollowed by the crisping summer sun. I held it out and he fluttered the ravenous flame. As it singed and disappeared, I felt an inner tickle like ponies nibbling treats off flattened children's fingers. It was warm.
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i really like the way you express yourself psilocybepoetess... i loved them all but i especially like ruminations, i think i get your meaning... every line of that short piece rang true for me... awesome! all of it...
THIS my first and only post to this thread so far, but after reading others work as they put it up, i've decided i'll spend some time going through some of my journals and post some more... what brought me here today was an observation i've noticed long ago... i have 4 cats and 3 dogs... when i get up in the morning, my dogs greet me in their own way but it's my cats that amaze me... see tit seems people are under the impression they act aloof but my cats immediately begin to surround me as i walk from my bedroom, through my home. i bend down and greet each one at a time and give them each a good rub around the belly and back and stroke their head. i do that, rub their head that is because i love it when my wife does it to me, i figure why not share the love... of course i do this with the dogs too before letting them out to run around in the woods and eventually feed them when they decide it's time to come home... but here's the thing about my cats...
martina loves two cat's but despises one cat...
juliet likes two cats but hates one cat...
bela and boots love each other and all cats...
that's my cats for ya'... there are some days when martina and juliet seem to see things eye to eye, but that really doesn't happen often enough. my vet said she thought this will blow over as they grow old around one another... i really hope so because i feel they could learn alot from each other...
Kensho
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Hakim0777
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: cateyes]
#15541690 - 12/19/11 07:16 PM (12 years, 1 month ago) |
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proto pubecent- just an easy fuck. I guess I was just out of luck,
I could cry but its all just blood and guts.
You thrive in a cell because I rot in your place. I remember your fingers but ive forgetten your face.
I forgot how to cry, its ok, Its all just blood and guts.
My smile is a pale facade, my alien grin just trying to "fit in" I swear I wobble when I move.
I could flip my eylids inside out and its all just blah blah blah
I fuck my arms with needles to forget I fuck my arms with needles to forget
I swear I could nod off like cain I could pump my viens with dope till I pop my brain
and its ok, its all just blood and guts anyway.
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Culicarius
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Hakim0777]
#15541725 - 12/19/11 07:22 PM (12 years, 1 month ago) |
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Oh, what can it mean? I cannot forsee, you always see, what's best for me.
So cloud my vision begin incision that beaming light is the...
end scene.
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timelapses
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#15556002 - 12/22/11 11:57 AM (12 years, 1 month ago) |
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No one controls me feel the need to express sunny and 20 degrees feel no need to express my needs Comfortable and life is good so many things in society should be understood WAKE THE FUCK UP Bittness has left me, a love of a woman can take it all away tree of life makes me feel small but i survive to experience it all (hopefully)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: timelapses]
#15565506 - 12/24/11 03:36 AM (12 years, 1 month ago) |
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Pages and pages Some nameless All faithless
With a cool, slow focus, On all things broken,
The words are just a map, To the endless, perfect nap
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newgui
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Azure Essence]
#15571514 - 12/25/11 06:52 PM (12 years, 1 month ago) |
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I write poetry dabbles when I trip.Sometimes haikus, sometimes other things. I dont have my notebook with me but I'll try to remember:
Dreamlike; Trance... a familiar friend something you've always known. pure white bottomless euphoria bliss
some haikus:
The afternoon moon towers over the dead trees in a chilly bright field
steaming earth; warm air the world sits and watches the violet blossom.
When I can post more, I will!
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Azure Essence]
#15578496 - 12/27/11 02:26 PM (12 years, 1 month ago) |
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Quote:
Azure Essence said: Pages and pages Some nameless All faithless
With a cool, slow focus, On all things broken,
The words are just a map, To the endless, perfect nap
would this be thoughts on this thread itself?
if so, it's awesome.
-------------------- Give no fucks, take no orders, smash the prisons and the borders. Circle that A motherfucker!
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: airclay]
#15578540 - 12/27/11 02:36 PM (12 years, 1 month ago) |
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a couple I've written today:
Earthworms oh earthworms oh earthworms I feel em biting at my skin and the flames lick yes the flames they lick at the bottoms of my feet it's the sequels to everything I've done when there's nowhere left to run I've had my fun much more than my share so I'll take my time I'll wait my time I'll just sit and wait to die cause this worlds a tomb and there's no room for anyone but me I just don't see what others see in this grey world full of me boarded up and abandoned space I feel my heart's become empty and it's cold out here when you're alone there's no one to blame but me
Just Another All I can see are dead end paths ahead of me as my mind flees touching the knob on the emergency exit I can feel the freedom and guilt cause I'll never turn the knob and I feel it everytime you look down on me cause I'm just a worker and it's all I'll ever be just, just, just is never enough just enough to always come up short no matter how hard I try it's never enough just enough to drag myself into continued existance everytime I climb up and out of this hole I find the bottom of the next filled with more regrets I'll never be free from the quicksand of my own choices fuck it, you all were right just another dumb motherfucker full of stupid ideas and I'll never get it
-------------------- Give no fucks, take no orders, smash the prisons and the borders. Circle that A motherfucker!
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: airclay]
#15578559 - 12/27/11 02:39 PM (12 years, 1 month ago) |
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airclay said:
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Azure Essence said: Pages and pages Some nameless All faithless
With a cool, slow focus, On all things broken,
The words are just a map, To the endless, perfect nap
would this be thoughts on this thread itself?
if so, it's awesome.
Haha no actually, I was bored looking at my bookshelf one day haha, but I like your interpretation
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Azure Essence]
#15578652 - 12/27/11 03:03 PM (12 years, 1 month ago) |
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ha, interpretation can be everything.
either way though I like it.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: airclay]
#15578880 - 12/27/11 03:50 PM (12 years, 1 month ago) |
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Well thank you kind sure, thats always nice to hear . Maybe I'll try my hand at zen poetry one day again, but that's really the only peice I've written haha. It's the premeditation that ruins it sometimes. sometimes the only true creativity is spontaneity
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RebeccaBlack
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Azure Essence]
#15597407 - 12/31/11 03:00 PM (12 years, 30 days ago) |
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I like this thread, continue on poets! You have talent.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: RebeccaBlack]
#15644904 - 01/10/12 12:54 PM (12 years, 20 days ago) |
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Hey friens! Pirst fost here in the mighty Shroomery. Maybe there's an introductory thread elsewhere, but hey gotta start somewheeere. I haven't read the whole thread yet but I sure will do so, as when you can't expect anyone to listen to you if you don't listen first! This is respect. Anyway, here's one I spend the last night writing. I really like it as I feel it truly embodies where I at in the path and what I've gathered. Talks about pushing things too far too quick, having a psychosis, doing stupid things such as stripping naked in front of a girl you like but barely know, then coming down, starting life a new, healing the wounds and learning to love without expectations. Here ya go:
Mettā
To rip the skin off one's snake... Chaos. Magnets collide and gravity slowly dies Wires hanging, swinging The consequences of a fire whirl A crucifixion, an humiliation A mutilation, for nothing. ...and the resurrection Voluntary neuropathy, neon photosynthesis A circadian polyrhythm, a metronomic pulse Here's your icepick serenade I have sunproof skin and bentonite pores I feed off coals and thrive on carbon monoxyde I am a martyr, I am fulfilled. I will hibernate until the Sun goes down, I will hide until Phosphor shines bright. Metta
The second one I wrote earlier today, so it might not be the final draft, but it deals about a seeker of the truth who can't trust himself or life, always seeing things with a rational mind, afraid of fear itself, afraid to seek help and learn from others and afraid of falling, but still a kind soul with a pure intention.
The wise words you speak are enigmatic enough To keep you in track, in the shortcut path But these true words of yours, Their source is repressed, suppressed The mantra that your soul sings, Is worth repeating Driven by the truth, but still trying to disprove it These arguments are pointers, They're pointing your demise Everytime you wake up, you close your eyes You snooze... this thing. Is fear real, or is it just a creation? A fragment of my imagination? Show no fear, for you're a man You're grown up now, you passed the test Your live at home, yet you feel so alone No drug will fix this affliction we call: Unfaithfulness Help is for the weak, co-operation is a cheat There is an old rusty key called failure, that is said to have no use and an ancient glowing key, I say That is kept by the hands of trust and the guardians of freedom Inside the corresponding chest you will find A noose, a mirror and the book of Lies
Hope you dig, much love to all psychonaut artists!
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Hakim0777]
#15644932 - 01/10/12 01:00 PM (12 years, 20 days ago) |
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Hakim0777 said: proto pubecent- just an easy fuck. I guess I was just out of luck,
I could cry but its all just blood and guts.
You thrive in a cell because I rot in your place. I remember your fingers but ive forgetten your face.
I forgot how to cry, its ok, Its all just blood and guts.
My smile is a pale facade, my alien grin just trying to "fit in" I swear I wobble when I move.
I could flip my eylids inside out and its all just blah blah blah
I fuck my arms with needles to forget I fuck my arms with needles to forget
I swear I could nod off like cain I could pump my viens with dope till I pop my brain
and its ok, its all just blood and guts anyway.
Would it be about child abuse?
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Hakim0777]
#15645495 - 01/10/12 02:58 PM (12 years, 20 days ago) |
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Hakim0777 said: proto pubecent- just an easy fuck. I guess I was just out of luck,
I could cry but its all just blood and guts.
You thrive in a cell because I rot in your place. I remember your fingers but ive forgetten your face.
I forgot how to cry, its ok, Its all just blood and guts.
My smile is a pale facade, my alien grin just trying to "fit in" I swear I wobble when I move.
I could flip my eylids inside out and its all just blah blah blah
I fuck my arms with needles to forget I fuck my arms with needles to forget
I swear I could nod off like cain I could pump my viens with dope till I pop my brain
and its ok, its all just blood and guts anyway.
Jesus christ man... extremely moving
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RebeccaBlack
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Azure Essence]
#15646071 - 01/10/12 04:48 PM (12 years, 20 days ago) |
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Good writing guys, I love reading.
Continue this beauty!
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newgui
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: RebeccaBlack]
#15650308 - 01/11/12 01:57 PM (12 years, 19 days ago) |
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Something I wrote today, needs revision but oh well.
You can buy your instant microwave-able satisfaction at your nearest Walgreens for the limited price of 6,000 tears of an Afghani child. Houston, Houston! Come in! Breaking news from the abysmal front. The final Frontier of Fucking Feciciousness is salivating on a level that can match only the lone, horny mutt in the alley way. And through the barbed and electrified cotton candy comes word from our leader(s) that all is well. All is well! All is well and we must brush the eye sockets of the dammed. Salvation was on the last train to Denver; we'll have to pick it up next time, kiddo. And they say that on a peyote moon you can hear washing machines in the slums of Miami cry who sing of rebellion and the nostalgic days of when no one faced the abuse of the ejaculate and urine on the dirty clothes. The DNA of future presidents and snake charmers bubble and boil in their pretentiousness. I had a dream that I was molested by an 8-foot tall purple Octopus named Barack Obama. We sipped tequila and threw diapers filled with cyanide into the sea, screaming: "KEW, KEW! THE APOCALYPSE IS HERE IF YOU WANT IT TO BE!" With vein-bulging necks and dilated pupils we watched the end of the world signified by the orgasmic moan of the bull while cameras and eyeballs roll with such false sincerity that even the mosquitoes melt in a pool of their own self pity. O, Yama! God of goodly Death; the North Star bows to you in Grace. And do not mind the moon for she is nothing but an envious bitch. The veil has broken and the mushroom of my mind is almost ripe. O, Yama! Master of Death, it is yours for the plucking if you so wish.
Edited by newgui (01/12/12 08:14 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: newgui]
#15664731 - 01/14/12 10:46 AM (12 years, 17 days ago) |
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newgui said: Something I wrote today, needs revision but oh well.
You can buy your instant microwave-able satisfaction at your nearest Walgreens for the limited price of 6,000 tears of an Afghani child. Houston, Houston! Come in! Breaking news from the abysmal front. The final Frontier of Fucking Feciciousness is salivating on a level that can match only the lone, horny mutt in the alley way. And through the barbed and electrified cotton candy comes word from our leader(s) that all is well. All is well! All is well and we must brush the eye sockets of the dammed. Salvation was on the last train to Denver; we'll have to pick it up next time, kiddo. And they say that on a peyote moon you can hear washing machines in the slums of Miami cry who sing of rebellion and the nostalgic days of when no one faced the abuse of the ejaculate and urine on the dirty clothes. The DNA of future presidents and snake charmers bubble and boil in their pretentiousness. I had a dream that I was molested by an 8-foot tall purple Octopus named Barack Obama. We sipped tequila and threw diapers filled with cyanide into the sea, screaming: "KEW, KEW! THE APOCALYPSE IS HERE IF YOU WANT IT TO BE!" With vein-bulging necks and dilated pupils we watched the end of the world signified by the orgasmic moan of the bull while cameras and eyeballs roll with such false sincerity that even the mosquitoes melt in a pool of their own self pity. O, Yama! God of goodly Death; the North Star bows to you in Grace. And do not mind the moon for she is nothing but an envious bitch. The veil has broken and the mushroom of my mind is almost ripe. O, Yama! Master of Death, it is yours for the plucking if you so wish.
Wow, this is some epic shit. Very moving. Keep up the good work, shit like that enlighten my days
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: RebeccaBlack]
#15665930 - 01/14/12 03:42 PM (12 years, 16 days ago) |
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Okay I think you guys will like this one. It's about the miraculous journey we are all on right now, the journey from birth, till death, till birth, thill death, thill birth...
Stereoisomerism (Tylenol (J)unkie)
Osteoroposis, induced by form of negligence Dropped the diaphragm, thought it was the end, In reality you don't need it to see through the RDA lens
But,
You're the hero that won't even take a pinch of the Atropine blend
The future is bright, it's shinning white, So be willing to drop the Calcium Chloryde And put your trust in the Fluoride Why despise?
Your taste buds: oh so clever, They are specialized in the fever But when you start to think you're so superior, above the gutter You're praying for Trojan to crash your computer.
For the better!
This mighty hammer will amplify the colors of the flowers In the cultivated garden of the true explorators The portal to the shelter is where you shall begin to know Her But warning: it is only destined to the true warriors:
Those unafraid to meet to the Razor
A denial, contempt for the so-called euphoria, Is a searing treachery, a deadly phobia ...to cut the Apple's Tree with a sori-less katana, When not that far away, hunger strikes in South-Africa...
So when you stop to dread Malaria And you are ready to see the visuals, the prana It is crucial to learn and remember the mantra:
Maranatha, Manipura
I starve myself to pass the time, Because procrastination is a waste of mine, I won't indulge in a dietary fantasy, My appetite for D. is enough to set me free, enough to live wildly
Meanwhile...
You trim your triglycerides with scissors Whereas acceptance is the key, ask the ancestors The concept of soul mates is reserved for the tenors, And those who are their dancers, not those who sit in the corners
Skipping breakfast, not a fan of the pituary Right brain antagony, trying to get lunch for free, Just can't believe that your true source of energy Is to be found in peas, and broccolis!
Hehe!
From He to tree, To the synergy, the discovery Just add 2 to twenty three Man, that equation was easy! Yet, don't give into the atrophy Because if you wanna marry she, You have to build your own laboratory And hide away the key
Why divulge the mystery? That's too easy!
The hangover, brutally turned into an afterglow...
Only when you are ready, Shall you see the Shiny, Only when you burn the Ololiuhqui, Shall you flee from the sensory anxiety
But not until you die inside,
And plant a mine in your mind
Can you catch up the time,
And proceed to dine with the Divine.
Goodbye!
(R.I.P. Hoffman!)
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