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Moksha91
Existential Detective



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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: KS_funguy]
#17211050 - 11/13/12 04:50 AM (11 years, 7 months ago) |
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The golden child; shot from space, Left without identity in a blank space, He knows nothing but what he's brought, Another nothing containing everything waiting to be saught, So what does he know, what does he have to show, Does it matter if it'd just be an other opinion in tow, Well he has, and doesn't, many things, He's made up inside with diamonds and golden rings, And he sings, about life and death, With every pulse of his heart and every breath, He could teach, what we seem to not reach, While we run in circles trying to breach, This life, and plan, tanning at the beach complaining about the sand, What do you have that I don't, well he could tell you but he won't, You see the secret, no you can't, senses aren't the key to understand, It's more than that, it's beyond a coolass fancy hat, It's the key to your soul never hidden under a door mat, This it where it's at- Happiness, is beyond, the arguements, in our bonds, We're all the same, it's all a game, Running from it is the same as giving something a name, Just hiding nature and beauty, saying something else, Saying there isn't anything else it could be, There's always never forever ever anything that isn't a lever, It's all soul machinery, in everybody, we all love but we also see, So have a chat with the golden boy, left all alone he has no toys, But does he need anything besides what he has, A soul full of gold and love to be had? ----------------------------------------- Let's take a step-up in direction, Add to our potential in new invention, Remember a mention to always pay attention, To not forget our true intentions Gotta find the way to live and not break What we say is reality, is whatever we think and make, Order and Chaos are truly rulers of our days, Doubt of everything will pull you astray We can speak but our words are weak, Awareness of connections bring us our peak, The sky is blue, according to- us, me, and you Trying to reason everything we only see, makes logic repeat in loops We are infinite, in it and with it Hateful islands of people don't realize yet, We are all one, we are more than the sound of I, Separation is denial and lies, second-guessing our ties Before we obsess and speak about our days in the week Open our third eye and then we can see(k) Truth might not seem to always have the most proof, But when we all are aware, love won't have a roof, Everyone will care, happiness flows like air, This has all been said before, but it could always be said some more, We're all the same, in different ways Acting different roles all from the same play Our true nature is free, we need to learn most of all, To let it be
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dragon wagon
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Moksha91]
#17213954 - 11/13/12 05:36 PM (11 years, 7 months ago) |
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On the edge of dominance is every side of a story that will never be told The details are blocked out, locked away into the deepest part of the ego, we do all we can to hide the reality of it In this space of nothingness, locked inside the eyes, seen only by those who care to try, without a means to hide And the pain is inflicted upon those that are easy enough, that won’t fight back, insecurities well hidden Insanity has proven to be the so called “weaker’” burden, doing all they can to make others suffer An objective that sidetracks them from the horror of their lies and disgrace Most afraid by the unfiltered truth of faith Swept away by the nightmares, and the disasters that have molded them into an endless monster Betraying the closest and hurting the smaller to the fullest, seeking a choice that will only benefit them Sinking and falling, sinking and falling, was this the world you were calling? You know nothing about anything and no matter how much you decide to “try”, you only see into the self-affirmation that makes you, the walking lie Pain will destroy the leaching magnet of the remaining emotions, leaching onto your cold dead heart From the beginning to the end, you never had a reason to pretend, from the beginning to the end, sadistic dreams were brewed in your head Leading up to the final moment, where nothing means anything, and ignorance has swallowed you whole Believing one day that you will find out, in your dreams you are locked away with only yourself left to talk about But you will never know, and you will do all you can to bring others down with you You’re love of hatred has consumed you from every single spec of your body to every single root in your soul Without a meaning of an actual hell, only a moment that ends like the rest, where you neither burn in agony nor enjoy the fallacy of bliss You and only you are all that’s left, kept here in this barrier you have set up in your darkened stench Aspirating to become the monster you are, you will never go far, and you will only see the limits of others, but never yours, and you will hurt and watch the suffering of those around you, and it will give you strength to the greatest possible blinding extent, you are you, and without the variety, there is indeed, nothing left
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leon trout
Estimated Prophet


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: dragon wagon]
#17222476 - 11/15/12 02:06 AM (11 years, 7 months ago) |
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*of sledgehammers, and djinn*
i think of the failure as a simple function of your absence. without their north star the helper monkeys are in full revolt.
there were times, we’ll not bother burdening them with labels, simply acknowledge them as times.
time, yet another function your absence throws wrenches in. the monkeys, yeah, they’re still off the clock.
i can feel a sadness on the wind today, a need for lesser grip. i can hear the fracture, catch the splinters as they fall. i can taste the air in the places you used to stand.
i can see you & know you’re not there.
-------------------- “I read somewhere that 77 per cent of all the mentally ill live in poverty. Actually, I’m more intrigued by the 23 per cent who are apparently doing quite well for themselves.” ~ St. Jerome of Marin
the bus come by & i got on, that's when it all began
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KS_funguy
Belligerent Drunk Midget



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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: leon trout]
#17243280 - 11/18/12 08:15 PM (11 years, 7 months ago) |
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I close one eye... I can see you smile just like you're still next to me. But you're not. I see his arm around you As he leans in for a kiss. Your eyes sparkle just like they Did for me once. I close one eye... And I see you holding his hand. You took everything in my life, All that I held sacred and true, And you gave it to him instead. I close one eye... And I see your shining face Like a beacon of hope. I close one eye... And let your smile swim into focus Right amid the crosshairs. I close your eyes...
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thoughts
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: KS_funguy]
#17259042 - 11/21/12 02:47 PM (11 years, 7 months ago) |
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I got really high on some blue dream, meditated and wrote this.
An even keel, a breath of balance Unwinding time skips a beat
Arise ...a ruse. Thoughts to the sea A scene you weave of insanity
-------------------- I need Jesus.
Edited by thoughts (11/23/12 12:43 AM)
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245willow19

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: thoughts]
#17269247 - 11/23/12 02:15 PM (11 years, 7 months ago) |
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Shit!
Edited by 245willow19 (01/20/13 10:46 AM)
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Midnight_Toker
Gone Fishin'


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: 245willow19] 2
#17278235 - 11/25/12 10:47 AM (11 years, 6 months ago) |
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These are notes written to my foreign student roommates who don't seem to understand simple common sense or respect. *Ahem*
If the bathroom smells like piss, Well then somebody probably missed Please clean it up We've had enough, Of the bathroom smelling like this
Things smelled fine before you came So I wonder who's to blame Who pees on the ground Don't leave it around Clean it up before I GO FUCKING INSANE
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245willow19

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Midnight_Toker]
#17278259 - 11/25/12 10:54 AM (11 years, 6 months ago) |
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nice!
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KS_funguy
Belligerent Drunk Midget



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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: 245willow19]
#17281194 - 11/25/12 07:28 PM (11 years, 6 months ago) |
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lol
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sun_spots
Good boob day



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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: KS_funguy]
#17380277 - 12/12/12 02:28 PM (11 years, 6 months ago) |
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Quote:
KS_funguy said: My days are numbered. Ties are severed and bridges burned. Each day that passes, Sun setting like a guillotine. Tick Tock, Tick Tock, For everyone else the world still turns. But I am left a ghost, Walking through my final days unseen. Time draw to close, With sickness and so many lessons learned. And I lay my head wondering, What will my fleeting memory mean?
(upon learning I have a fatal illness, I sit and watch each day tick by like a death row inmate, my health fails more and more each day. I have given up being afraid of my imminent demise, instead focusing on what impact my life will leave behind. Will my children remember me kindly? Will my wife learn to love and be whole once again?)
This is powerful stuff. Hits me right in the . Well done.
I have written poetry, but it is not good. Really love reading this thread, though. We have some amazing poets on the Shroomery! Nice work, y'all. Keep 'em comin'.
-------------------- ShiVersblood said: shut ur fucking mouth. before a penis is are be enters LordSenate said: Cheese poop... Who gives a fuck gotta eat lots of cheese.
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Expiscator
Windswept Crataegus


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: sun_spots]
#17384625 - 12/13/12 08:45 AM (11 years, 6 months ago) |
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Something I wrote about a powerful emotional and visual trip I had alone in a dark room with a single candle.
Living in the perpetual dawn, dancing eternal beauty in the fractal equalizer of the reflections in my tears, personifying the internal flames of candlelight, bouncing and turning with such unmatched grace, such wanton abandon, living forever in the sparkling perceptual stars of my lonely peripheral, giving light to me so I may strive forth in my search for impeccability.
-------------------- i became fragmented, small and then slowly began to blossom into a more coherent, steady structure .
Edited by Expiscator (12/14/12 11:44 AM)
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Trippinhighman
kill the flux



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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#17384634 - 12/13/12 08:50 AM (11 years, 6 months ago) |
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Alone to ponder, unable to think Filled with rage, paralyzed and mute Desperate to die, no life to take A bitter paradox that consumes my will Exhausted and dry with nothin to drink Shielding my emotions with a full bodysuit A new life is mine to make Yet the energy is gone leaving me still Patterns become transparent in this land of deception Can I express how clear the motives are? May I show you who is in charge? There is no one larger than I No one smaller than myself Underneath the shell is a boy about to die The transformation occurs when hope is let go Love substituted with fear, Coldness towards all things once held dear Escaping to a strange land With no one to understand Why can't they see what happened to me.
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Edited by Trippinhighman (12/13/12 08:53 AM)
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KS_funguy
Belligerent Drunk Midget



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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: sun_spots]
#17384726 - 12/13/12 09:18 AM (11 years, 6 months ago) |
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sun_spots said: This is powerful stuff. Hits me right in the . Well done.
I have written poetry, but it is not good. Really love reading this thread, though. We have some amazing poets on the Shroomery! Nice work, y'all. Keep 'em comin'.
Thanks. I had just been diagnosed with stage 3 emphysema. Smoked for 21 years. Welded for 17. Not a real bright combo..
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firdous e bareen
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: KS_funguy]
#17385304 - 12/13/12 11:50 AM (11 years, 6 months ago) |
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So this poem is about the first time I took acid, where the trip went downhill.
It's called 'The First Time':
A hundred eyes were watching me, And I was watching them, Move and slide across the room, Contained in faces so manic and surprised. I began to laugh, but I became focused again, On the movement of this audience. They were like decaying cartoons, Rather than images of comfort and joy. It cannot go on for much longer, But it did and the room grinned. Deluded again, it cannot get much worse, But I had this thought before, And the walls carried on laughing. Who could picture this, a nightmare playing in a loop? It returns once more, My own circus, flashing and insane.
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Shroomhunter53
Exi5t



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A wonderful woman and a painting by Alex Grey inspired this from me: I can and will hold your goddess like body in my arms till the day's first sun rays strike and enter your porcelain skin in a soothing warmth. It then reflects the infinite love in your heart and graces me in the eye, "waking me up" in the most incomparable beauty of love and light."
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justiceforall
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Shroomhunter53]
#17385576 - 12/13/12 12:48 PM (11 years, 6 months ago) |
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It ends as you begin to live and learn, to see within without the walls that hold you back inner light transcends the grasp of outer forces holding fast
Shadows fade away glaring light of day seeds are sown the mind is home
time began to leave ceasing to deceive begging eyes to see old perspectives changed direction graced with new perception
within the machine there still reside some lifeless beings lacking hope that freedom brings wheels still turn and cogs still grind waste away does the entrapped mind
Shadows fade away glaring light of day decisions to be made or taken to the grave
The background has reappeared glimpses of what was always there you used to listen but now you hear the voice of reason o so clear
Actions took decisions thought the wise man sat and enjoyed his crop the fool departed to die and rot
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timelapses
Life in free form


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: aghorrorag]
#17389440 - 12/14/12 01:03 AM (11 years, 6 months ago) |
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Feel hate disingrate feel pain without disdain within is the power I let it devour
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245willow19

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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: timelapses]
#17412074 - 12/18/12 01:09 PM (11 years, 6 months ago) |
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Shit!
Edited by 245willow19 (01/20/13 10:47 AM)
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UFU
Danger


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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: 245willow19]
#17439735 - 12/23/12 11:05 PM (11 years, 6 months ago) |
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As I CONTEMPLATE WHY MY EXISTENCE EXISTS
The unfolding universe, that my mind perceived as a consciousness, chooses to create constantly changing shape the metamorphosis of a mind stretching its wings like a butterfly. Unbound the chrysalis is cracked and I can feel the wind, and it is like nothing I can convey.... SO NOW I'M FREE TO BE WHAT I WAS ALWAYS MEANT FOR, a meta - for of meta-physical medium experiencing each moment truly, unbound by ego, unchanged by time, unabated, lest my mind turn inward and implode on the instant I become aware, and in that moment the great sea-of-me will come crashing in on the rocks, the repercussions of discussions of philosophy and politics reproduced as exploding nothingness, the unfolding universe that my mind, perceived as a consciousness chooses to create, constantly changing shape, catalyzing the crystallization of my being...
as I contemplate why I exist.
-------------------- https://soundcloud.com/theunfoldinguniverse Music from the depths of my loins
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Shroomhunter53
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: UFU]
#17440161 - 12/24/12 01:11 AM (11 years, 6 months ago) |
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I liked the full-circle form it subtly shows
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