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    #15837306 - 02/20/12 12:08 PM (12 years, 4 months ago)

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Sacklome]
    #15839686 - 02/20/12 08:28 PM (12 years, 4 months ago)

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Wrote this after a nice metocin trip, but its about a shroom trip. :smile:


Nestled by the brook you bilged the boat of paper made. Peony flower
underfoot, your fettled flower blade.
Sitting by the mire admired crystal cross and cloud, a buzzing bee
crossed fit and fire and buzzed so very loud.



Quote:

Sacklome said:
Wrote this after a nice metocin trip, but its about a shroom trip. :smile:


Nestled by the brook you bilged the boat of paper made. Peony flower
underfoot, your fettled flower blade.
Sitting by the mire admired crystal cross and cloud, a buzzing bee
crossed fit and fire and buzzed so very loud.




:thumbup:!:laugh:

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
    #15850893 - 02/23/12 03:02 AM (12 years, 4 months ago)

Alright here's one I've been tinkering with for a few days but I think it's done and I like it.



In the cradle of the night
My tension loosens
The Soul rising before me, takes form and roams
The Eternal Abode
Nestled in the Fire
Where every place becomes my home

I’ve known her long, and revealed myself to her
With her cool blue moon she has coddled my madness
She is my sister, and teacher, my co-conspirator
In her presence I speak softly and the truth does not bend
The night is my mistress, my lover and friend

Holding my hand, she walks with me grinning
How long have we done this, you and I?
The veil is parting
So I talk and I listen
‘Til the veil is cast aside

“You are your Brother’s Keeper
For his Heart is your own
You are more than this body
Crude blood and bone”

“You are Part and Parcel
And all things are One
You know who you are
And you know where you’re from”

When the world’s asleep
I am suffused with light
Brimming with love until I feel I could die
I would gladly take from you all of your burdens
Just ask the night and she’ll tell you why

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: soul.adventurer]
    #15855025 - 02/23/12 09:20 PM (12 years, 4 months ago)

godhead
as above so below
in and out
as we go
being is the direction
in and out
as we shift
nothing is clear
experience is everything
no matter how far out
or how deep inn
this trips transparent
in what we call our skin
witness is opening
to everything the eye is receiving
making contact with out self
this is healing
a full body release
into our state of feeling
stretched out to embrace the waves and surrounding pressure
building as this song inside
opens its mouth
and swallows its pride
selflessly
alive

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: weshroom]
    #15856343 - 02/24/12 04:58 AM (12 years, 4 months ago)

Bark suns, dogspots, trees of livingrots

Pass the glass...
No, deliver the whole flask
I am in the zone and I've lost my phone
Deeper into the subconscious I hone...

Fantastic!
I've snapped the brain's elastic
Now I'm on the treadmill to a giant fire...
Waiting, the Sun paints my biography in the sky:
"a liar"

Do you realise Who put me here?
I take each step in lamentation and fear...
Helpless and felt-less, a past-tense emotional bruise
In the Sun's eye, in the sponge sky, now stands my eulogy:
"you lose"

Dripping... from... above... the sink...

A sponge... a tear... an eye... a peer...

Now drenched in happiness and lapping the mess
I stop, look up and bark into the corridors of buried bones
The milk was spilt and I did not cry much less...
Shed a tear but 'cos of the ecstasy within my chest

Gorged yet gorgeous, forged and fraud-less
I take away that which shines my inner night and wake into the inner daylight
Smiling without a muscles' hesitation
Loving without a second receiving station
I multiply my shores of flushed rain and upright my dog-eared pain
I take a left at Hate and go a hundred metres down Forgiveness Lane

A winking sun,
A wringing sponge,
Welcome to the Game.


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My solitude...
My shield...
My armour...

TESTED
WITH
FULL
FORCE

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
    #15872534 - 02/27/12 07:39 PM (12 years, 3 months ago)

Feeling mighty fine after my dine,
the liqour hits quicker, and the assholes bother me.
Enjoyed the Oscars, what fun!
Everyone under the sun.

Stream of consciousness and to something else....

Have to be me, and I will be NOW.
Death to a friend and I mourn him.
Not a Eulogy, but a reminisence,
miss him in my way.

A true person to himself to the end,
not willing to fake pretend.
Deathwish but unaware of dying,
his death is done and am getting near the end of satisfying.
My own death urge, I will not go without a fight,
Never letting go of the insight.

Life has it's own time, and his drained some of mine.


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
    #15872727 - 02/27/12 08:12 PM (12 years, 3 months ago)

Quote:

circastes said:
Bark suns, dogspots, trees of livingrots

Pass the glass...
No, deliver the whole flask
I am in the zone and I've lost my phone
Deeper into the subconscious I hone...

Fantastic!
I've snapped the brain's elastic
Now I'm on the treadmill to a giant fire...
Waiting, the Sun paints my biography in the sky:
"a liar"

Do you realise Who put me here?
I take each step in lamentation and fear...
Helpless and felt-less, a past-tense emotional bruise
In the Sun's eye, in the sponge sky, now stands my eulogy:
"you lose"

Dripping... from... above... the sink...

A sponge... a tear... an eye... a peer...

Now drenched in happiness and lapping the mess
I stop, look up and bark into the corridors of buried bones
The milk was spilt and I did not cry much less...
Shed a tear but 'cos of the ecstasy within my chest

Gorged yet gorgeous, forged and fraud-less
I take away that which shines my inner night and wake into the inner daylight
Smiling without a muscles' hesitation
Loving without a second receiving station
I multiply my shores of flushed rain and upright my dog-eared pain
I take a left at Hate and go a hundred metres down Forgiveness Lane

A winking sun,
A wringing sponge,
Welcome to the Game.




Wow.

I wish I could say what pleases me about this poem, but my knowledge in english limits my ability to do so.

Incredibly beautiful. BRAVO


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: RebeccaBlack]
    #15872784 - 02/27/12 08:20 PM (12 years, 3 months ago)

Thank you sooooo much. :heart:


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My armour...

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
    #15872801 - 02/27/12 08:23 PM (12 years, 3 months ago)

another I did the day after that one. Enjoy:




Sipping Elvis under a planet bloom


A piece.

Without further ado, I love you. Boring and snoring, these infidels who swallow each other's lore-ing. Sleeping... I fear to tread on their limbs as I scatter for the cobwebbed exit.

The words of dead men who glanced at something of a truth and the crowds gathered then punched out each other's tooth. A primate circus, mostly rationality walks the tightropes, freethinkers clowned, idiocy crowned.

Love lives. Breath of fresh care, step into the open-minded lair. Into nothing we stare...

The truth so simple, revealing Maharshi's dimple. I did not see the obvious, eyes overhead like kites. The string was tugged by an unknown force and with sanity I did divorce. It was not long before the joke was old and the truth be told: in me lies heavens, but too hells so cold. Thence began the triumph back to the gates of old... The Self so familiar, yet precious to hold.

Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.

Find me on the forest road, unable to explain how quickly there I rode; I lit a candle and whispered the forest's name; the letters instantly forming in the flame. Like from a dream I awoke from my previous home slumber; the floor of the forest my boots crunched under.

Alas, in Wonderland I now live, the life of a sorrowless creature who gives.

Love you...


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My solitude...
My shield...
My armour...

TESTED
WITH
FULL
FORCE

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
    #15872848 - 02/27/12 08:31 PM (12 years, 3 months ago)

Quote:

circastes said:
another I did the day after that one. Enjoy:




Sipping Elvis under a planet bloom


A piece.

Without further ado, I love you. Boring and snoring, these infidels who swallow each other's lore-ing. Sleeping... I fear to tread on their limbs as I scatter for the cobwebbed exit.

The words of dead men who glanced at something of a truth and the crowds gathered then punched out each other's tooth. A primate circus, mostly rationality walks the tightropes, freethinkers clowned, idiocy crowned.

Love lives. Breath of fresh care, step into the open-minded lair. Into nothing we stare...

The truth so simple, revealing Maharshi's dimple. I did not see the obvious, eyes overhead like kites. The string was tugged by an unknown force and with sanity I did divorce. It was not long before the joke was old and the truth be told: in me lies heavens, but too hells so cold. Thence began the triumph back to the gates of old... The Self so familiar, yet precious to hold.

Find me in the backyard, sailing my kettle. Playing poker with insects, wearing a cup of tea. A hat of brimstone, yellow-crimson, looking like a giant flea. Forever my friend: so my energy this day I lend, I practice faking it to pretend, and become the actor in the end. My folly hangs on the trees like leaves and drips in the falling breeze, the tock of a minute here shakes me to my knees.

Find me on the forest road, unable to explain how quickly there I rode; I lit a candle and whispered the forest's name; the letters instantly forming in the flame. Like from a dream I awoke from my previous home slumber; the floor of the forest my boots crunched under.

Alas, in Wonderland I now live, the life of a sorrowless creature who gives.

Love you...




Wow again, I love your style. La sonorité est prenante à l'oreille. Un rythme se fait sentir dans tous les vers. I do not feel that rhymes are forced in. The flow is delicious.

I really like your writing. If you feel like sending more of your text, I'd really appreciate. I'm always looking for good things to read!

Continue your good work!


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: RebeccaBlack]
    #15872915 - 02/27/12 08:40 PM (12 years, 3 months ago)

Well thanks again! :smile: Here's my gallery on deviantart: http://noise-distillery.deviantart.com/gallery/

There are three pages of thumbnails there, just in case you're not familar with the layout. Some of the stuff I cringe at these days, but I left it up. Enjoy!

Check:

Sands of God
Where I End And You Begin, pt1
EGYPT POLLY BASH (fun really)

To be honest the rest I don't really enjoy reading now :P


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My armour...

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
    #15888373 - 03/01/12 11:00 PM (12 years, 3 months ago)

Snow, snow snow,
feeling that I'm going to reap what I sow.
Purgatory, feel a waiting,
no need to wait, everything is now.

What a notion
feel no devotion
alive in the ocean
and free of the bounds of emotion.


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: timelapses]
    #15892803 - 03/02/12 10:55 PM (12 years, 3 months ago)

I did not write this poem im about to share

One of my favorite bad ass poems, i definitely rank this highly

The artist is. Doseone:


When you are killing what you are meant to kill, there is no such thing as remorse
And so I ask you, what kind of killer are you?
Will you be, with respect to your prey
Will you dig through it's death unflinchingly
Or will you simply shut your eyes and survive it
And will you later decide thet you'd rather starve then go on taking from life to stay
Does a bachelors degree haunt one as it guts it's prey?
And so i ask you, what kind of killer are you
And who have you become

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Jdub1]
    #15894524 - 03/03/12 12:42 PM (12 years, 3 months ago)

Sitting here. Feeling.
This feeling. IS it. One pointed.
Relaxed, a bit tired on a lazy gaze out into the universe.
I reach out through the haze.
Limits of my mind are just self drawn lines I extend beyond them all.
The capacitor converts all beleifs and feelings and whirls them into being. A cosmic state of blissful space. Empty clear. White dropplets down the tounge of a snake eyed cat whose dark slits fall through to a stage set behind the scenes.
Behind the scenes a machine whirls while being watched by a couple whose dance goes on and on and on and on. From the souls of my feet to behind my head I purr my head up and look out. A wear alive grateful being.

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: weshroom]
    #15895118 - 03/03/12 03:24 PM (12 years, 3 months ago)

Some of my musings from last night, which I wrote during the comedown of a 5g cube trip:

~every goddamn inch of me is on fire inside, a pinch of dire plea, begging silently for inconspicuous suicide, im barely hanging on as this train keeps rambling on escaping the last fringes of my sanity, leaving me gaping as acid rain singes my life with drug binges and strife, face smug hating the stain of the rife pain in my life, contemplating to insanity the sheer profanity of this here human vanity, my peers are throwing blind jeers at the beauty of life, exiling their wife, while I stare with mine tears at their lackluster spears jolting the chords of my legislature, revolting, moulding hordes of chaos within my nature, witholding the antidote that’ll let me dote on wild whims-,-ical powers as fickle as flowers that grow by waters caught by fly Potters, who’re muggle to the powers of my struggle, I’m slain by the showers of poison darts they call rain, noising the crown beating of my flakeless frown sleeting down on my dart-studded heart…

~his fire scared faithfully like a bared wraith fully equipped; impaired, he quipped, “Hah, against the bickering winds my bic wins..”

~Before you’re cashing out for quantities, calculate the quality of your information, for that is your education.

It was my first real 'bad' trip but I learned so much... :heart:


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I am...  I seem to be in ecstasy and torture by both knowledge and mystery.

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Twistedd]
    #15895676 - 03/03/12 05:41 PM (12 years, 3 months ago)

Popped

I placed my fingers strategically around the mound. Pressure was gradually increased while I felt the fluid move to the surface. A white cap formed while the layer of skin above thinned to nearly nothing. Then, like a solar flare the contents of the infection ejected from my being. Hardened pieces of bodily oils simultaneously plugged and released as they departed from the new orifice torn in my flesh. Each chunk increasing in size ripped the hole wider and changed the projectiles direction. The shape of an arc suddenly appeared on the mirror as the debris percussively smashed against the glass. Relief passed over my body instantaneously as my fingers met, signifying the completion of expulsion. I pull my hand away and blood now seeps through the void to help cleanse the crevasse that once housed the epidemic. It was the only victim of the morning, but the decision to leave the remains for future inhabitants to witness and cower consumes my moment. Particles of red blood and white puss harden in the exposed air. Quickly I decide that the war paint is necessary to win future battles. As my pores continue to clog, the war will continue and bloodshed will be immanent. It’s okay though; my maniacal laugh is gaining momentum. I now thrive on the destruction of these infidels.


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Edited by ImaginingEmotions (03/03/12 05:43 PM)

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: ImaginingEmotions] * 1
    #15907515 - 03/06/12 03:28 AM (12 years, 3 months ago)

Tree shards and lover darts
Inside the memory turns to whey
Conscript reporting, the number is naughting
Many lie dead in a field like hay
Munching and crunching, the cow-tank bellows
Too much was lost yesterday

Crematorium, fellows stink and sway
Ice melts slower here and calenders trace not the month of May
Skid within and show the pin, dropped at once to sow the knot
Stolen cot and baby not present amongst this lot

A shimmer is a chore and lots is lost in ice-making stores
Why, do not speak of understanding the weak
We are pleasant people and ferocious not meek
But contradictions abound and if you run
Do not see back for at your head barrels my gun

Senseless and tenseless, this poetic jungle and phonetic bungle
Cheap shining rhymes and dictionary crimes
Do not read any further, you perve, it will only grow on your nerve
Good night and god speed in your endeavour to singgg


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My armour...

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
    #15917525 - 03/08/12 02:17 AM (12 years, 3 months ago)

Defy defeat distill delete

Without it, where will you go?
The hunter primes his catch with a letter not meant for him. The inner statue of still standing might covered with flies echoes in heinous scum same. Inside sanity wreaks the ink stain writing letters not meant for hunters. Flourishing machine oils leave without paying and the orbital collapses on fresh meat within serendipity and lacking quench. For your efforts you are rewarded with an apple inside-out with worms saluting. Polished brass knuckles lie in increasing sizes from yellow to eight along the tip of your tongue.
Within it, you beckon and I take a chance and downstream we flow.


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My solitude...
My shield...
My armour...

TESTED
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FULL
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: circastes]
    #15920762 - 03/08/12 05:06 PM (12 years, 3 months ago)

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circastes said:
Defy defeat distill delete

Without it, where will you go?
The hunter primes his catch with a letter not meant for him. The inner statue of still standing might covered with flies echoes in heinous scum same. Inside sanity wreaks the ink stain writing letters not meant for hunters. Flourishing machine oils leave without paying and the orbital collapses on fresh meat within serendipity and lacking quench. For your efforts you are rewarded with an apple inside-out with worms saluting. Polished brass knuckles lie in increasing sizes from yellow to eight along the tip of your tongue.
Within it, you beckon and I take a chance and downstream we flow.




Reading that was a psychedelic journey in and of itself.
Definitely a keeper. :cool:


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Meteloides]
    #15921752 - 03/08/12 08:08 PM (12 years, 3 months ago)

Gulp, gasp, for a breathe of fresh air. Inside itself. Always inside.
Alive without a defined meaning my flame burns. Thy flame as some of I would call it. This inner narrative of loopy time zone where do I go if I let go. If I do not cling to this. Stepping outside of a sphere, but still here. Centered, deceased looking for words. Its clear.

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