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pineninja
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: DividedQuantum] 3
#24019077 - 01/18/17 03:05 AM (7 years, 11 days ago) |
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The games we play. Hows it going. What do you do. Nice weather today.
Flimsy cover over disingenuous interactions. The times we waste. Expression comes during moments of trust. The rest of it's a hidden haste.
Who cares what you do. I want to know who you are. The weathers important. But is that all you've got.
We can talk about anything. It doesn't even have to make sense. Default is surrendering. I don't care if it gets intense.
Its just so easy to never engage. Nine to five then back to your cage. The times spent together used to be so high. Conversations were inevitable and not just about the sky.
Interactions now just seem like dot points. Or a way to Remember the day. "What did you talk about." "Nothing really."
-------------------- Just a fool on the hill.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: pineninja] 3
#24020530 - 01/18/17 04:14 PM (7 years, 10 days ago) |
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The Bodhisattva
Sitting beneath the bo tree The Buddha contemplated And what precipitated Was a way to make men free
As teachings split in various ways Mahayana, Theravada, Vajrayana Monastic truth -- not Hinayana! The newest order says:
"When a master approaches the gate His quest for glory must yet wait He cannot but commit himself To a compassionate fate"
The bodhisattva thus was born He is aware of being aware And now he must yet ever dare To tread a path ill-worn
Putting common people first This Great Vehicle's creed Nirvana but a stepping stone To quenching all their thirst
Anicca and Anatta studied Dukkha --suffering -- transcended Yet more Samsara rescinded Relinquish all the waters muddied
Without permanence, without soul A quandary ensues Isn't self one of the truths That matters at the goal?
A bodhisattva remedies Such grasping attachment Practicing detachment The practitioner sees
Relinquishing such bliss As such a one must do To teach, to render through Is like a golden kiss
Only after all creation Has entered through the gate Only at this hour late
Does the anointed one exit his station
-------------------- Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: DividedQuantum] 2
#24021191 - 01/18/17 07:52 PM (7 years, 10 days ago) |
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A philosophy based on fear A hypocrisy laced with despair A doctrine of the insane That's mocking logic's name Controlling your thoughts, Folding them in knots Distorting your reality Thwarting your morality An addiction of pure fiction, A mission of sure infliction A restriction of all decision, An affliction we call religion
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Reprobate420]
#24023652 - 01/19/17 06:09 PM (7 years, 9 days ago) |
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Some of that stuff I posted as circastes was really pathological haha. Just reading through a bit of it now.
-------------------- Hostile humankind Can't you see you're fucking blind?
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Kurt
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: beforethedawn] 3
#24024401 - 01/19/17 10:32 PM (7 years, 9 days ago) |
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Wanderlust...
She was no good to you...or you too her... Said she was going to be a healer... Was she? With healers there is no such thing as your irony, remember. Just a past and then future with that openness in the middle.
What was it, that she swayed like that, waiting for the bus from the hostel. There was no song, just something that had continued on in both directions, that time.
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Being in the world, We live many lives. Doubting never, the lives passions live, Meeting less to their ends, as they part.
Far a-foot, over hills, would I still follow the sunset hearth? To pad on blades of grass of poets past, Living on little, and learning short term friends, How a world beared much more, than a fruit, I'd sought.
Born of earth, split in two each morning, Feeling in my calves - listen, "the way of the way is not the way"... Your motions, I don't believe more or less in. I only have a-head for what I didn't understand before.
In dreams ride slow and smooth on the trains of indefinable ways. I'll never know their way, but as a smooth line fading in and out. I ride next to the waves on the cliffs on the west shore, By a lighthouse, for the way's way beyond.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: DividedQuantum]
#24024608 - 01/20/17 01:03 AM (7 years, 9 days ago) |
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DividedQuantum said: The Bodhisattva
Sitting beneath the bo tree The Buddha contemplated And what precipitated Was a way to make men free
As teachings split in various ways Mahayana, Theravada, Vajrayana Monastic truth -- not Hinayana! The newest order says:
"When a master approaches the gate His quest for glory must yet wait He cannot but commit himself To a compassionate fate"
The bodhisattva thus was born He is aware of being aware And now he must yet ever dare To tread a path ill-worn
Putting common people first This Great Vehicle's creed Nirvana but a stepping stone To quenching all their thirst
Anicca and Anatta studied Dukkha --suffering -- transcended Yet more Samsara rescinded Relinquish all the waters muddied
Without permanence, without soul A quandary ensues Isn't self one of the truths That matters at the goal?
A bodhisattva remedies Such grasping attachment Practicing detachment The practitioner sees
Relinquishing such bliss As such a one must do To teach, to render through Is like a golden kiss
Only after all creation Has entered through the gate Only at this hour late
Does the anointed one exit his station
Wheres the Darmha at?
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Kurt] 4
#24027444 - 01/21/17 06:55 AM (7 years, 8 days ago) |
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Singularity, the seed of creation Followed by a caustic inflation What a sensation, A universal manifestation... Had begun... Born as a pure energetic state Things cooled down And continued to inflate... Quarks combined and further refined, Sub-atomic particles Have now been defined... No need for intelligent design, Merely the cry of Nature's hot mind Soon after, the first atoms spawned, Germinations in the great cosmic pond... The forces divided As inflation subsided Hydrogen has now glided Where the void had resided... It was beautiful...
Electro-static charges made clumps, That's when gravity said "That's enough, I'll take it from here, my dear... You've been ever so gracious..." Then things got more spacious And the clumps continued to grow
Magnetic fields, Made hydrogen glow... Matter and energy Now overflowed... The first quasars began to show... So awe-inspiring... Amidst the galactic storm The first stars were being born... Stellar fusion makes them roar As photons soar from the core... Soon, new elements shall form... They burn with such brilliant light Critical mass, is coming in sight... And like a candle in the night They ignite... ever so bright... It's supernova time! Again and again... Stars are born and die, Seeding the sky As new elements fly In omni-directional lines... The ingredients are all there We are finally here The final epoch, draws near... Floating on the galactic shore, A spiral arm beyond the core... Suspended... In time and space... Gaia, Now shows her face Orbiting a yellow sun... Eons pass as she slowly evolves, Volcanically active, as she revolves... More eons pass, as the fire dissolves.. Finally... Land and see... And atmosphere... For us to breathe... Abiogenic processes take hold, Earth, is now billions of years old... Self-replicating cells Mutate and grow In the organic well... It's almost our turn... Variables and distinctions, So many mass extinctions... All played a part, In Nature's magic art, And purely by chance And atomic romance... So chaotically derived... Humans... Had finally arrived.
- I J
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Reprobate420] 2
#24028326 - 01/21/17 02:18 PM (7 years, 7 days ago) |
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I was flying by the edge of my seat when consequence struck me hard in the chest All the masks came off and I saw primal nature expose its teeth to me, gnashing claws covered in blood
I entered a portal of my making and split into three different timelines There, awaiting me at the other side, was grace surrounded by mystery, totally authentic and pure
All that was asked of me was that I take my shoes off at the door and respect the house rules This is not a machine. This is not a pyramid scheme. This is not an infinite tree
Grabbing life by the horns, some say, is the way to go. I prefer grabbing life by the throat and giving it a choke slam, courtesy of the World Wrestling Federation Drop and give me ten. Then hand me the pen. I will rewrite the codes of society. We will make a new contract.
Life never ends. It only bends. The ever spiralling birth and rebirth into every dimension of being from atoms to multiverses. You hold up the cup you've been searching for since you were young.
You put your childhood in a park playground swing and give it the ol' underdog. Now, drink from the cup. It rejuvenates your soul. And never forget... we are all waiting for you at home.
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pineninja
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Reprobate420] 1
#24028614 - 01/21/17 04:30 PM (7 years, 7 days ago) |
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Hey Reprobate keep them coming they just keep getting better and better. That last ones epic.
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pineninja
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: pineninja] 2
#24032367 - 01/23/17 01:29 AM (7 years, 6 days ago) |
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Breath in.
Exhale whilst launching. Thrust through panes. Levels left behind. Sobriety gone insane.
Unfathomable beauty. Irrational perpetuity. Universal continuity. Blissful observer.
Hyroglyphs and sphinx. Elves and hijinks. Geometric impossibility. Total immersion.
Crystalline palaces. Samurai dojos. Snow topped mountains. Nobody knows.
Eyes open. Things shine. Memories wander. Incomparable time.
From here to there and back again. Moments that humble this impotent pen.
Edited by pineninja (03/12/17 11:23 PM)
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Reprobate420
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: pineninja] 1
#24032677 - 01/23/17 07:59 AM (7 years, 6 days ago) |
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pineninja said: Hey Reprobate keep them coming they just keep getting better and better. That last ones epic.
Wow, thanks.... that means a lot to me.... I'll certainly keep 'em coming to the best of my abilities. I always enjoy reading your work also. Cheers.
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#24032828 - 01/23/17 09:39 AM (7 years, 6 days ago) |
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The planet we inhabit Is an oblate sphere, Nitrogen and Oxygen Color the air, The atmosphere is near But just out of reach, We're forbidden by the gravity That grabs us by our feet The stars gaze upon us With both pity and glee The world keeps on spinning Being destroyed by monkeys In the void it shines bright A beautifully crafted blue gem White clouds shroud the darkness, The despair that lives within
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Reprobate420] 2
#24032890 - 01/23/17 10:06 AM (7 years, 6 days ago) |
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the snake is being picked up, the arrow is being launched the scorpion strikes the fish, in air, that brings the golden dawn the rooster crows a silence, and the phoenix is arising the motrix delivers son within the womb of virgo, crying water has received the earth, God's fire is alighting.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: akira_akuma] 2
#24036012 - 01/24/17 01:12 PM (7 years, 4 days ago) |
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Digital Channels
Right now i am imagining an ever evolving Earth with all co-sentient beings resisting twain, harmonic, and every one in conscience the greeter to eachother. the demographic of the skyrocketing, people talking to themselves presenting their Youtube channels. i am an impassioned soul, for what, i do not know. we suffer and wonder what it was for all the lowest people in the world to breath a little more. persistence of oblivion lost in the land of chore rope dancer's, musical plays, and geometric scores
------------------------------------------------------ good leaves more good things then when it had arrived bad takes and eats all things and then repletes itself through it's own devouring. all that is good gets sullened and everything that is evil gets praised the manipulators and the convincers have gotten a leg up and made the world lopsided; good is evil and evil is good words might be the only thing that show the world the truth in a benevolent action, the world can love, but love alone cannot prevail or good things always leave more of what is proclaimed as good, then when it had arrived; when it is eventually gone. evil takes and devours what is good and anything in particular, until it eventually destroys itself. evil is a lose-lose game. good is a win-win game. simple explanation of ethics...what is left in-between these two options is simply a misguided attempt at either intention.
Edited by akira_akuma (01/27/17 10:13 AM)
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#24036369 - 01/24/17 03:26 PM (7 years, 4 days ago) |
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glyphs in my eyes i'm reading my epitaph overseer and an observation molecules breakin' the labs in my brain, i descend going deeper in my head i don't think now i know i see wondrous art swelling in my eyes that do not see, they simply encapsulate me.
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#24036802 - 01/24/17 06:02 PM (7 years, 4 days ago) |
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akira_akuma said: Digital Channels
Right now i am imagining an ever evolving Earth with all co-sentient beings resisting twain, harmonic, and every one in conscience the greeter to eachother. the demographic of the skyrocketing, people talking to themselves presenting their Youtube channels. i am an impassioned soul, for what, i do not know. we suffer and wonder what it was for all the lowest people in the world to breath a little more. persistence of oblivion lost in the land of chore rope dancer's, musical plays, and geometric scores good leaves more good things then when it had arrived bad takes and eats all things and then repletes itself through it's own devouring. all that is good gets sullened and everything that is evil gets praised the manipulators and the convincers have gotten a leg up and made the world lopsided; good is evil and evil is good words might be the only thing that show the world the truth in a benevolent action, the world can love, but love alone cannot prevail or good things always leave more of what is proclaimed as good, then when it had arrived; when it is eventually gone. evil takes and devours what is good and anything in particular, until it eventually destroys itself. evil is a lose-lose game. good is a win-win game. simple explanation of ethics...what is left in-between these two options is simply a misguided attempt at either intention.
Likin' it.
-------------------- Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici
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#24037000 - 01/24/17 07:06 PM (7 years, 4 days ago) |
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Fake
Magicians do know how to fool They're actors really, tricks their tool They have you looking elsewhere, see? And in no time, collect their fee
Forgers, too, have their trick bag Entire careers are just a gag The expert ones do understand That truth and fiction go hand-in-hand
Appearances aren't what they seem One cannot know what mundane means If one's observant, no way to tell The real from a magic spell
What's right before, it seems all right But facts aren't given to you by sight! Illusion's really what's afoot Neatness and order kaput!
Most believe just what they want But had they knowledge truth would haunt There isn't any way, in fact To have no faith in this play's act
If truth and fiction are so the same Is there a difference, or just a game? I like to think there is an answer But for this poem, I'm just a dancer
-------------------- Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: DividedQuantum] 2
#24037217 - 01/24/17 08:34 PM (7 years, 4 days ago) |
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The Machinist
Trapped in the head, Locked at the hips Choking the heart Thinking that he held a piece. But of the life he took away, There was no release.
Edited by Kurt (01/24/17 08:51 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Kurt] 3
#24037394 - 01/24/17 10:00 PM (7 years, 4 days ago) |
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The Wren
The days flutter by like sky And convalece into cosmic eggs True coins of constancy though, Iconoclasts crash through Breaking down my walls And soon come to give me a hell I couldn't want more- for what would I to tell? But I rebuild, futily reborn I can see the doors of lore unfold Imagination sighs, a fold arises, And senses are told they need surmises Like why a mere utterance makes machinations Thinking- visions; and can break A tiring schism- worry not, I hear a Wren (that's striped with red) It calms my mood, and uneasy gait
Edited by akira_akuma (01/29/17 02:00 PM)
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#24038474 - 01/25/17 11:57 AM (7 years, 3 days ago) |
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And so the battle wages on Rages, every dusk and every dawn So many pages... Discarded and withdrawn Disregarded for so long Pseudomorphic poems composed A thousand ineffective love songs Once guarded but inevitably disposed My feeble and failed attempts exposed To portray the beauty of a black rose To display the way her spirit glows For I am just a simple man Devoid of any master plan Damned if I do Damned if I don't I would if I could But I can't... So I won't... The choice is all mine I whine, I cry, I pine At least It's a victimless crime Whether spontaneous or contrived I still struggle to define The beauty within her eyes What lies behind is utterly sublime The never-ending gradient Of her soul's vibrant radiance Is virtually impossible to describe For a man as blind as I Oh well... I tried... Better luck next time I realize... What's confined within these lines Is but a fraction of what comprises How she makes me feel inside And how she stimulates my mind
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