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Monkah abreactionsynchr Registered: 08/26/01 Posts: 179 Loc: location? i exis Last seen: 18 years, 11 months |
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im sorry. i shouldnt have too, but for you few that have a mind to mind. i know some people think this should be in the art section with all the other artsy things, with the poems. but this isnt really poems, or storys... at times i use inner silence reflected towards output of things and even more less of the time, i put that energy towards writting out letting it flow like a stream where it will. i consider most of these writtings like photographs of an era in a spritual persons life everyone goes through things, learns things, and comes out with something from it and if you havent learned that you should, well till you learn that it wasnt important in the first place at least! haha. see, it just goes. maybe im too facinated with life. the first half or so is all equations if your past that. read carefully _______________________________ cut my eyes from the roots add water for the new seeds my pupils are in full bloom and ready to release diamonds erupting spilling and thrashing listening to the monotone distortion of an ill reaction lost in a cloud of trails thoughts in a loss of sales having what is not for need but seeing what is too see i set myself upon a shoulder and watch as i unfold her a shinning ark of blue, dimly lit rest between her foreheads kit she said now having two much equals too little in such a round about way that it ruins my twinkle eventually causing a wrinkle so leave all behind and follow my sound of such devine a silent mind stuck by such beauty i rarely remember to such relevant signs ill always surrender for one isn't two without half's of a whole just as me and my contender see fit to control a lighting receptor of which this thunder storm rounds smooth conscious mind set to pin point deception a strait path so slender to the lucid diamond so clear ___________________________ light rays lonesome frays dizzying strays throughout all they still stay stand by these traits blessed by a soul i may as though me confessing is but its best ill continue on as if its just for the rest and whose to say im blank and im dead other than that spark of soul called my conscious head without it id be forever set free but free from what but what is to be So if im still here forever embrace and endear a love for life so strong all other feelings merely tag along while i am revolving he is evolving while i am resulting he is consulting while i am he he will be what he see's through out my needs and in this bright air i create a stair to a dream called heaven so he's told which is better to us than being sold ________________________ through the corner of my eye a love did slip and pass me by wandering out beyond being content is nothing more than where im sent ill find this flower from within my tower ill follow through with this immense hue being born is hard to imagine and dying is a moral sin but who's to say we are not constantly in our head were not constantly being born were not constantly being dead i am the father to my own son the lover to my own kingdom i am the feather softly falling between your eye i am he that will never die eternal moment awaken to you as all things will find its simply easy to do quit trying to try quit lying to cry quit sighing to die quit quitting your quits and love will never pass by but with open arms waits and sits make the decision to trust your fall for love will never hurt you at all until you leave its side to be alone in the darkness upon your shattered throne see the light it calls and it fights it shines only to be bright immense light of all lights in you arms opened it sits and it waits until you plan the dates ____________________________ time is on its way to follow as i stay a mirror passing by each reflection asking why to each is sent a lore souls burning core brought to lights shore and shown theirs more since im constantly being done im a deed and sense opposites make for fun i can bleed though in between the sounds i plant thought seeds complete as every round rebirthed myself for needs start anew fresh morning dew soon to be taken by bright sun which from dark will only run and from which light can only arise emitting soft rays forever all this seen through devine eyes __________________________ i am the lost i am the found i was always really there when you turned around it wasnt a trick it didnt have to feel sick now im the product ________________________ _________________________ i love being able to connect with people to drop any games defenselessly sit by your friendship. were all ships. either a relation ship maybe a friend ship do you relate? do you befriend? how do you comunicate with other vessels to have a strong signal" a pulse within are you hiding yours is it lost searching can others feel it my generator is hydrolic silence points as sharp wine you bend or disolve but puncturing in intoxicate your soul too no end break through leather skin find light through batterd tin disregard thoughts for sin you know you wanna fly free from within when your ready ill exicute the timeless bin slow but steady sneak out the back you'll see whats too lack __________________________ is it that time again? lending foreground towers sit apon lotus flowers have you heard? have you heard the word... so suny rise cream top fillings with blue boggled melting figurines overslop by masses of control quantitys quivering with slober dreamed hospitalities awake you beatufiul creatures give rise to what you are give rise to who others are __________________________________ have you ever slept through layers summed up emotion control prayers did you find yourself too far assuming past your planed destination wiggling wires spark silver conversation stall an fall to hesitation but forget your endless task behold a key to that faceless mask feel the bright sun basking it was only your hesitation asking layered dreams sound sleep no matter if you leak or keep tasking your oblivion into deforce all along merely minding the force from the soft dazzling star lit source ______________________________ stared at the process sum forgot until it was forgotten well it goes like rays as sand waves tides as primal sighs as old as the new to deny the most unmotivational thing is forgotten shy awaay shy away do not shine your shy to say soon enough soon enough youll grind the edges smooth from rough if its for pleasure make sure to precisely measure if its for need to only yourself you should plead change from dense into daylight from mass intro to free sight smell that? that kinna... smells real? ____________________________ vanilla runs through these seldom driven corridors confess years apart from when deflate plastic obituarys with anger thrust clanging give way too giving away make futures for our flowing desire give rise to helping a rise a new vision new found no need for freedom when your already free no need for need when theres no seed too feed ill be ready to give birth to allow this journey fulfillment overhead no longer stumble to fall only stumble to crawl face it your out numbered YOUR DAYS ARE OVER MATT! ha ha ha ha overthrown and overcome behold the defaulty frost bitten cosmology the ice age is over you thawed through thought only to have brought your being in content with absolute consent ________________________________ . sought after tides belong only as sighs hold onto this one and youll give up the next no striding only flying and if not air born material then sprout new wings learn these endless melodies . lyrics of joy contemplating not at last living as if alive instead of playing dead instead of having said loving without a thought of why because i know . i know we must let go because i know without a thought we die i know this cloudy vision is a lie . but without our goggled mind it would all just make us blind it would make us too powerful and yearn thus we must all slowly learn how to coupe with such tremendous vibrate feeling how to love , .let go. , and face our own self healing lies will no longer bound you these worded wounds in your head will soon have found you listen to yourself they attack scramble disorient . until i sound you . until i bring you back your given your thoughts to protect you like a mother cradles a baby like your soul reflects the view . evening dew drop melting clue . vibrate sounding light rays meld through and through until you give up the ultimate sacrifice until you give up . . you . . ___________________________________ everything keeps telling me its real. its real. its ok. reach out you can feel. its real... watch yourself so you do not force loose control of your bumbling frame love is a feeling of giving pleasurable bliss to share is to receive electric unicorns kiss its real. i can feel. i can apply the softest pressure excursion gently arouse winds to blow the clouds cut through misty stagnant electricity what happened here! this boy was healed this boy happens to see fear feeds it soul steak grinds to keep it unattractively clear ohh you diminish me ohhh you relapse my raping my mental agonized faking fade to my shelter no more stray from your own lies not mine. stray from your own path not mine. but i will always light and shine a path between our lightened minds a pleasurable mess its easy to confess a reliable need wind blown seed its real. to speak from within is to become to speak from silence is to succumb to rise beyond wires forever feel the winds of change change again ___________________________________ ive been out all night laying brick roads between blends housing small children from the winds ive been feeding the hungry vampires carousing energy feast of lust dowsing mental accuracy at least how have you beento work and back again to feed your hungry mouth once more to work and back again to sleep and forth lost once more having a costly forgotten sore needing to pee needing to pee my.. how we all have to FUCKING PEE!!!! slaves to our needs slaves we keep to feed salivating good dreams reaping our sown strings someone once told me shit happens like he was the only one that knew and i told him over and over that people like him were new to the whole mind freedom abominations mindly seldom destruct occasions know that they know before you know of them flowing into any reality besides you own waiting for a new fatality keep going keep going keep strolling and strolling down those long brick roads ill be at every end ill be by every friend like i was them when they were me cause its all about letting them be free free as you let yourself be ____________________________________ silent lambs in the hall i love the feeling of sneaking through a quite hall not only for the sheer pleasure of slowly going somewhere in excitement but also for the better states of soul slumbers connected with the hall as well penetrating vibrations shatter into weightless flow body moves as it needs too explore the happiness you feel with this kind of input you can sit back and let the motive move you on waves from the suns kiss sounds like an equation but with feelings like these to not explore would be thinking yourself out of new extensive sensitivity you can hide yourself farther and farther and you can become dark and gloomy as you loose yourself you'll have to forget regrets you cant be caught without reason so you'll catch yourself in your own snare own growing hair how is your hair by the way? is it facing the trails deriving from your thoughts youve colored in numbers the only thing you can lost the will for reaching out youve trimed and youve crooned hopelessly every last hair youd better step away from the only frame holding you up that mirrors got along way to go before you wear it out its got alot of projecting forms growing youve planted and youve harvested a mask with it on no one will ever ask they'll already know so step back sit back hold back all thoughts let it grow how it wants only conform to its needs a stray? lead him back to the field let him know he can wield the infinite tools of cosmic debutant rules let all wield the power of silent tip toeing slippers wings of wind follow you in and cary you out without a single doubt youll caress yourself moment by moment if necessary thoughts to feelings feelings to pleasure pleasure to content desire of where you shall be going release will be for your finite liar when you reach your room your home your bed in which you and your soul wed no need to wait for night or for anything in sight practice makes perfect till molding ends up decayed and your practice is floating silently away ____________________________________________________ sleeping allows you to vibrate naturally re-energizing important portals in your body from wich you drain energy dreams are just the cartoons you watch while your getting your mold fixed at the jiffy soul station but you can change the channel you can even become the director ____________________________________________________ the fair IS hell. mammock;;;;; i went to the fair today it was weird i just sort of floated around one place to another i felt so disconnected with the whole atmosphere around me which let me maneuver through the madness tears where in my eyes but my eyes were dry if eye contact was passing it was unrealistic , vague , and strangely dizzying every now and again there were those ones they'll stare just as deep as you an only get just as far as you they must see me the gambling men and women machines of free form speech concentrated through work they even know they look in my eyes they let me pass like a ghost but the few and brave there always willing to die id hear a thought falling apon me and id wink at the projector theyd always crumble and counteract with embarrassment suddenly pillowing through speech speech directed no longer through me but at the crazed hundreds drooling control even a man with a walkie talkie . . .a sparkled badge of some sort who caught me where i shouldnt be where no soul should ever have to go. he knew. he looked in my sun baked eyes to find the stench of laziness and asked "Hey ! whatre you doing back here!" he already knew and i could tell im just trying to get by i said just trying to make my way through "your not allowed to be here..." im sorry. i promise to stay clear "alright." the whole time he didnt take his eyes off of mine maybe two blinks i know those locking eyes of power i did not blink i could hear the pictures on the curtains of his mind he was just trying to get by too just trying to make his way. ohh dont take it in any way i had a blast with my niece whom i saw when i met up with family me and her went off to go use up the rest of the tickets everyone else got tired too quick shes 7 ? maybe 10? well the poor girl talks and talks and talks she has no clue what shes saying but she says it anyways i can hear her though i can hear through the fog the emotions and feelings behind it all are ecstatic she knows somethings going on and that little chatter box is buzzin what that brain cant figure out well i figured it out it is in my eyes. i can only tell you if you look into them you can only know if you look through yours ____________________________________________________ the mirror reflectant haha so i got bored. it happens. i somehow ended up in the bathroom in front of the mirror talking to myself about how mirrors reflect anything possible i didnt even notice i was talking to myself untill i noticed i was in front of the mirror odd. how did i get here i thought oh well no harm done... so i continued talking untill i really did something odd i was talking to the mirror me as if it was a different person. there was no word hallucinations, nothing going on that i wasnt doing. but at the same time, i coudlnt figure out which one i was was i the person standing in front of the mirror or was i the reflected entity as real to the eye as any thing else can i project feelings to this entity and be the recipient at the same time? i tried anger at first. its very simple to stumble on. i yelled at myself, cursed the figure in the mirror as if he did something horribly wrong. he didnt do anything but stare back at me although he looked sad. i smiled at him he smiled back i told him how much i loved him he giggled. and how one day id take him away from all this madness and treat him to a kingdom of fruit baskets and fields of daisys he smirked... but somehow knew that i was lying! how did he know? i pondered maybe we were the same entity but how can something the same be two but.. wait.. I wasnt even there i was semi floating a spherical perspective viewing a mirror into another dimension i wasnt the mass of skin, bones, and muscle tissue i was viewing him, but was not him. in that world.. was a guy standing there. staring at a blank wall so i wasnt the person in the mirror i was an observer i was his subconscious he was my product of being. i apologized for lying and then mentioned to him that it was time for bed he turned off the light switch and i was the person again in the dark wich ways the door? scrambling with no sense of direction it finally was felt and i exited.. man, that was strange i guess when a person of infinite possibilities gets bored something bound to happen. ______________________________________________ like i said in a post earlier its like trying to eat grass with your toes. dont denoune it all so easily. spirituality comes and goes for some others they practice and practice well sit back my friend practice while you do while you are being in life through the things you are and become i was told, its always darkest before the morning an that this too will pass it can only, -------------------- *NEW!* from Monkah Inc.The "Silence game" hold an exhilerating game between you and a friend,see who finds silence first! (warning:M. Inc. patented silence-in-its-self,failure to pay up will result in sending satan after you! err,we mean our laywer!)
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Adamist ℚṲℰϟ✞ЇѺℵ ℛ∃Åʟḯ†У Registered: 11/23/01 Posts: 10,211 Loc: Bloomington, IN Last seen: 9 years, 29 days |
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Your so deep I got lost in your post.
Good stuff.
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Swami Eggshell Walker Registered: 01/18/00 Posts: 15,413 Loc: In the hen house |
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Cool! I nominate you for Monk of the Monkth.
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Monkah abreactionsynchr Registered: 08/26/01 Posts: 179 Loc: location? i exis Last seen: 18 years, 11 months |
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i decided to post a few new scrambled words. enjoy =) ________________________________ i am the lost i am the found i was always really there when you turned around it wasnt a trick it didnt have to feel sick now im the product ________________________________ if it was circled could i get situations where i wasnt microscopicly in name stations how it always falls back to demands is beyond my releif of comand but to fertilize these friendly lands lush forest from dry sand to become united as one whole would be the purpose for our goal but to live and love on velvet wings of a dove and fly away us two together decieding to stay would be an incident on behalf of our inner selfs to come out independent sealed forever united in our paths wichever way they may sprout seeds our fealings that of joined lovers making sweet sweat beads ________________________________ the same way your attaching knowledge to words. symbolism cast dissaray over knowing directly from the soul what the spirit forms out a godly abstract entity the entity from wich all comes and all returns. love to hate, micro to macro, finite to infinite, and spiritual blocking to knowing directly an unquestionably from the souls intent. ego is the personality traits, every single last opinion (even the one about this your having) (and the way im forming this paragraph), its the way we see things through with the importance of rituals to suite the self in any manner, the way we manage our conection with god directly. religiousness acts as a perception of dusting off our link with gods intent. the monks of tibet take a bodhisattva vow the buddha becomes that vow the buddha says that everyone is a future buddha. jesus said that every one is the son/sun of god and was made in the image of god. anything you take from this should not be thought about in words, it only abides your egos intuition towards gratifying the self. such words were an act through me brought on by a series of occurances that places me looking at this screen ________________________________ that kamakazie stance buildin up that hellish non endin avalanche people be spittin out all kinds of rants talkin bought what kinna shit they need to advance put on nice pants roll on over to the next party scope the view for a chance every one starts feeling like dead hively ants till they learn the cosmic mantis dance of high energy screams of thirling non abrasive means to spread these delightful beams and see how many times this can seam like to no avail it leans toples eventualy and comes clean only to enjoy the build off the next chapter spread in the middle between pages laughter laugh at things unsaid things that you would find aberrant and at most the usual dead laugh with things that are alive about being cognitive of an ultimate surprise about being aware of the next awareness lies to share these pigmented dyes as golden sunshine guides that light and stride what from whence we hide ________________________________ maybe it wasnt quite clear im here alone without fear i need not a companion of reasurance to guide me by my hand and in the fashion you walk it makes the toil bare sickend lands take a stand? only if you can ill be in a daze playing down layers watching you pass on as a see stayer i have no broken task to clean my viscious discusion you say is mean well back off , find your source of disgust remotely remove all the dust im no handy tool for the fool i dont need my time wasted in learning how everyones got their own thumbed view to rule im over that and in fact over effect of infacts to distract an visusalality can casualy be intact while insanely rumblin through my own slack but the meaning of substantialism should not be mixed with realism when i spout out the words that i could care less in the most important ways ________________________________ tickled im just that anoyed around and around im just that blue hue of my clue im just that guy over in the corner examining the world over and over leaving my self for the deamons over and over leading myself astraly astray from reason to fix this broken contraption called matt. if my wish was as true too be then id purr at your leg a cat. ________________________________ im not anything without you hes abstract particles wishing me fair well im slowly being lifted from a dense mass caused hell watching as a flower blooms for us intuitive renunciatory reniuting reanimating rumination shines you warmth but much easier for you than is for i our outcomes the same and faded will all walk no longer with legs though intuition throws away the key for as long as you for as long as you ill always be a lazy fool who apreaciates his few seldom views who uses renounced guides like this for my souls climax clues once your over the edge theres no coming back theres no leaning back on yourself or any elf thats S 'eE reguarding you'll return just as you where before to the clouded eye that is but to the luminous vision a bright mass of buzzing energy rippling through time effortlessly ________________________________ im tierd of all these heads screamin silence when inside lurks this plague called mind violence you cloak these lies with your ignorance these weedlings sprout endless rants of mind ambivalence these warnings heed not anything from the advance for only burning in the hells of our own mind can we learn to chance and strive for inner self romance the peacefull stroll with acceptant abeyant aberrance ________________________________ i lost my shoe hes screaming for my feet he doesnt have a clue i can hear his crys he cant hear my good byes ________________________________ . random intervals spark thoughts ablaze peakin awareness in an endless daze bright is the view of a hundred dots forming to create these chaotic plots fathom the spoken words of the feathers along birds treat the silent decent as a long momento for the recent ________________________________ in your mind you choose what to do in mine i choose to look at a blank palette and be content its a peacefull reflection of how calm we can be reverberating and constantly reminding the next seconds into an infinite space conjunction with others a feeling and sense of well being consciousnesses all reminded each to their own of the one task at hand to please one another the reverberation of an infinite simplistic grin ________________________________ properly keep attacting yourself... i dont mind' watchin the religions or idealism's claim their calamities against me they remind of the mind of how to a servant you must be kind but alas no one seems to rewind clear out and learn how to find they just remain a servant of the mind they just remain unkind ________________________________ maybe ill post more later? this seems to be enough. dont need to drown anyone now eh? hehe -------------------- *NEW!* from Monkah Inc.The "Silence game" hold an exhilerating game between you and a friend,see who finds silence first! (warning:M. Inc. patented silence-in-its-self,failure to pay up will result in sending satan after you! err,we mean our laywer!)
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Monkah abreactionsynchr Registered: 08/26/01 Posts: 179 Loc: location? i exis Last seen: 18 years, 11 months |
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i wrote this when i was about 14 after coming down on some acid and crying the whole time for no apperant reason. I do not wish to write words make me sick but i think in words so im incredibly ill and there doesnt seem to be a cure so well trained i think only in their language so well trained i feel only what they've let me feel so well train i am i am what i am not they never see me sneak by though and havent caught me yet it was a glimpse into my future. a fore runner of being by way of poems -------------------- *NEW!* from Monkah Inc.The "Silence game" hold an exhilerating game between you and a friend,see who finds silence first! (warning:M. Inc. patented silence-in-its-self,failure to pay up will result in sending satan after you! err,we mean our laywer!)
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tEarDroPsAlaModE InterestingConco Registered: 11/15/02 Posts: 9 Last seen: 20 years, 1 month |
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The art of life resides in the talent of the artist, what more beautiful than a talented lover of life who makes art. Your poetry gives a deeper and greater sense of feeling and imagination to the world. I love your poetry, and I am so glad that you are able to share such beautiful writings and feelings with me and the rest of the us. Don't ever give up cause we will all feel it. Thank you so much for sharing!
-------------------- you have nothing unless you have nothing
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Monkah abreactionsynchr Registered: 08/26/01 Posts: 179 Loc: location? i exis Last seen: 18 years, 11 months |
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i dreamt i was a dreamer that dreamed impossibly alive dreamt alive and vibrant dreams of dreaming dreamers that dreamt they were alive to dream the dream -------------------- *NEW!* from Monkah Inc.The "Silence game" hold an exhilerating game between you and a friend,see who finds silence first! (warning:M. Inc. patented silence-in-its-self,failure to pay up will result in sending satan after you! err,we mean our laywer!)
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tEarDroPsAlaModE InterestingConco Registered: 11/15/02 Posts: 9 Last seen: 20 years, 1 month |
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Yet another beautiful poem by Monkah, but this one written for me!
mind rumbling fumbles hair caught up in trials looking beyond I see theres no more miles look as far as you want its only yourself you taunt look as far as you need ignoring your hungry mouth to feed at the bank of a river you hear something slither the snake of denial falls short but you, you've already built your fort armed and ready only the wind can touch you but thats all you need to help you pass through throughout your search you'll find its as easy as singing a song the one that you've known the words to all along at first you were only humming trying to find the tune just as the sun reflects off the moon and so the song of light was found reflecting of my soul in the sound -------------------- you have nothing unless you have nothing
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dreamy, very cool, the qaballah is a great inspiration to you I can tell. How was it again the first beginning of the self? I could relate to what you wrote earlier about philisophical expressions and this not beeing the place for these post. Literature of all kinds ARE philosophy. There is no more or less anywhere else. Everything we know and consider to be philosophy comes from books. So there you go...
Edited by sNaiLmAil (01/22/03 05:59 PM)
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Monkah abreactionsynchr Registered: 08/26/01 Posts: 179 Loc: location? i exis Last seen: 18 years, 11 months |
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Quote: ive never read the qaballah? and i cannot say i know anything of it and what is to be said of it. what concludes you to say that of my writtings? i ask curiously. Quote: my rebirth anew? or my ever lasting death? it was like sliding across warm ice carefree -------------------- *NEW!* from Monkah Inc.The "Silence game" hold an exhilerating game between you and a friend,see who finds silence first! (warning:M. Inc. patented silence-in-its-self,failure to pay up will result in sending satan after you! err,we mean our laywer!)
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The qaballah is the study of the 'self'. It's jewish. When great magicians started studying the qaballah they figured they should have something similar for themselves. That's how the whole lhp came to existence. Again I don't like lhp. Think about it.
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Monkah abreactionsynchr Registered: 08/26/01 Posts: 179 Loc: location? i exis Last seen: 18 years, 11 months |
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the post above this one was to some guy, who im guessing got kicked out?
and his post erased? it looks kinna odd just floating there by its-self. i wrote this for a special person to me, the only person who truly know who i am without question. and for that i give her much respect! it wasnt an easy task. hahaha ________________________________ the desired tantric river some sexual outburst strange hue falls first clouds the inconsistency with a motive warming the vision to a degree too swim in the river of vitality though i must slay your worded mind into a drunk silent kind that makes you shine a reverent kissed key legs tounged runs into a precious cum valley the softest hard to fit tight reaching into that climax fight the one with you trying to hold on while your body keeps flowing on while vibrations erupt particle smiles you let go and flow on with your body. into mine. until they intertwine come together and combine an orgasmic sigh a temporary relief in the sky but floating softly down your skin ive only to begin.. ________________________________ use my poems as you like, got a girl you wanna impress. this one would surely do the trick. make sure she's interested though, or it might seem a bit um... stalkish. enjoy -------------------- *NEW!* from Monkah Inc.The "Silence game" hold an exhilerating game between you and a friend,see who finds silence first! (warning:M. Inc. patented silence-in-its-self,failure to pay up will result in sending satan after you! err,we mean our laywer!)
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Monkah abreactionsynchr Registered: 08/26/01 Posts: 179 Loc: location? i exis Last seen: 18 years, 11 months |
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______________________________ the sky is not the limit, the mind beholding it so is and the continuity of "I" between thoughts of "sky" ________________________________ -------------------- *NEW!* from Monkah Inc.The "Silence game" hold an exhilerating game between you and a friend,see who finds silence first! (warning:M. Inc. patented silence-in-its-self,failure to pay up will result in sending satan after you! err,we mean our laywer!)
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Monkah abreactionsynchr Registered: 08/26/01 Posts: 179 Loc: location? i exis Last seen: 18 years, 11 months |
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___________________________________________________________ the question is not the problem its the questioner to ask is to recieve a distance rewound sound bits resisted if there is such a thing as enlightenment it is to find there is no such thing through loss of confesion fallen from set relaxation is gas giving you momentum hence the hesitation thoughtless fever induced self continuation to be free if such a thing exist quit trying to be if to see you need a key see me laughing free mind momentary to the contrary thoughts burn like meteors in the wisp atmosphere of being if one falls through its not diveded or let land it burns out into the blackest of dark warmths losing duality of forms the question no longer permeates everything you experience its gone and your gone truely alone with nothing to know ___________________________________________________________ -------------------- *NEW!* from Monkah Inc.The "Silence game" hold an exhilerating game between you and a friend,see who finds silence first! (warning:M. Inc. patented silence-in-its-self,failure to pay up will result in sending satan after you! err,we mean our laywer!)
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Monkah abreactionsynchr Registered: 08/26/01 Posts: 179 Loc: location? i exis Last seen: 18 years, 11 months |
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i havent posted in awhile, alot of things go round and i end up reading this site again. amazing how one bored moment can spur this site and its excessive ideals. any who, thought id share something i just wrote. take as you please, give as you want __________________________________________________________ Death has a dare in every mans stare the rise and the rode have all but to bare somewhere between hell and that contemplative mode locked in a shell of ego mind load Death has a gleam in every mans seam shown through the streams sown tear lite beams follow kind meadows for her nature bellows sweet sharings delight of offerings that might place two in the first glance from life to birth cheers ear to ear smiling upon her sheer beauty, hungry and waiting lure you bird call baiting I share the air with whom i care and that my fair 'eve upon with sun flowers do sin in love and fun you do let me in shallow yet begin forms from care lets flowers share my air, evening sun whom i love, and sweet sharp silhouette they call a dove __________________________________________________________ -------------------- *NEW!* from Monkah Inc.The "Silence game" hold an exhilerating game between you and a friend,see who finds silence first! (warning:M. Inc. patented silence-in-its-self,failure to pay up will result in sending satan after you! err,we mean our laywer!)
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