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Special Agent Dale Cooper




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Three Poems
#14302824 - 04/16/11 07:21 PM (12 years, 9 months ago) |
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THOUGHT
Thought, like the golden rays of the morning sun, Invade and illuminate the exquisite blackness of the mind The light pours in Protruding every corner of the cave Then like eternity in a second Eyes sting and all goes white emptiness fills the void once more
DEATH, LOVE, and CONCIOUSNESS
I flow in you like waves in sea As emotion’s motion set us free Lighting strikes and thunder booms And we can’t tell me from you In the void of the deep abyss Comes from a radioactive rainbow kiss That shows us how existence bleeds Mental prisoners finally freed A raindrop falls into the sea
THE COSMIC JOKER Sitting upon his cosmic throne Made of galaxies, meat, and broke bones Laughing at her own jokes The gas he breathes makes me choke A diamond crusted fantasy Only laughter set him free She is made of giggles and stars His lungs are covered in cannabis tar Her lips drip of irony His made of mystery She bleeds paradoxes and hypocrisies His breath stirs souls and seas Serotonin swords between her fingers As his harrowing laugh haunts, echoes, and lingers In the hollow halls of your humorous head Laughing softly until you’re dead
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Edited by 28064212 (04/16/11 08:54 PM)
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Re: Three Poems [Re: 28064212]
#14302839 - 04/16/11 07:24 PM (12 years, 9 months ago) |
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A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON MY WAY TO ENLIGHTENMENT
I HAVE LOST MY SHADOW IN A FIELD OF IMPROVISED WHISPERS FORGOTTEN MY NAME IN THE FRAGRANCE OF POPPIES WHERE ORNAMENTAL SKULLS ERRATICALLY ORBIT LUMINOUS GARDENS OF FUGITIVE CLOCKS TICKING UMBER BLOSSOMS THROUGH SECRET WINTERS THAT BITE THERE ARE UNSCHEDULED CHIMES ABOVE A MEADOW WHERE MALIGNANT TOADSTOOLS HIDE AMONG THE FALSE ECHOES OF ANCIENT INVOCATIONS AND DISTORTED REFLECTIONS FROM A RIVER STAINED BY TIME I HAVE MARCHED DOWN STREETS OF EMBALMED MOONLIGHT HOWLING LIKE A MAD DOG SEEKING SOME BONE OF TRUTH SOME FINAL CURTAIN SOME ULTIMATE DESTINATION FREE FROM THE SYNTHETIC OCTAVE OF DREAMS AND I HAVE UNRAVELED THE KNITTED MASK OF YEARS SEARCHING FOR A WAY TO RETURN TO MY GREEN DRENCHED CHILDHOOD YET ONLY CAUGHT OCCASIONAL GLIMPSES OF A PAST GILDED BY IMAGINATION IN A FOREST OF ELUSIVE TREES THE CALENDAR HAS DEVOURED THE DECADES TURNED MY BEARD SILVER IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE AS I PASSED MY LIFE SHOOTING CRAPS WITH DESTINY IN THE PURSUIT OF WORTHLESS THINGS YET I HAVE NEVER HESITATED TO THROW AWAY MY WALLET TO MAKE ROOM IN MY POCKETS FOR POEMS OR RAINBOWS WHICH I CARRIED TILL THE RAINBOWS TURNED TO TATTERED COLORS AND THE POEMS BECAME JUST DUST BY NATURE I'M A NOMAD A TRANSIENT WITH NO ABODE IN THIS WORLD I CHOOSE TO WANDER FROM MIRACLE TO MARVEL INTO WONDER I LEARNED ALL THINGS OPEN AND LIFE INDEED UNFOLDS
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Special Agent Dale Cooper




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Did you write that one? I wrote those first three.
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Re: Three Poems [Re: 28064212]
#14303292 - 04/16/11 08:51 PM (12 years, 9 months ago) |
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no but yours remended me of that one. it also reminded me of this one which took me forever to find again. thanks and enjoy
http://matadortravel.com/traveler/ulysses-skye/blog/i-am-not-what-you-want-me-be-unhappy I am not what you want me to be, I will never be that person, I will never want new things, I will never need nice things, I will never own a house, or a car. I live out of my backpack and I like it that way. I am poverty. I am poor. I live not off a 9 to 5 job, but off a when I’m hungry, I find food. I do not go to church, but I am as spiritual to the level I feel comfort. I only buy what I need. I never steal a thing from a person. I do not yell at people, for treating people kind is the only way living the lifestyle I want to live can be possible. I like my blues muddy, my beer natural, my cigarettes lit, my folk southern, my guitar tuned, my backpack light. I like my life simple. Sure I stress sometimes, but that makes me nothing more than human. I try to constantly remind myself of the great bible scriptures about worry, about money, about food and clothing. About how the birds in the sky are well taken care of, and how we should worry not about things in life, aren’t we more than birds? I like to believe that I enjoy living not knowing what will happen each day, I think we are all unsure of weather we do or not. But regardless we live that way. We are the people that create this image in our head of "where we want to be in life" and the person we want to be. Well, I believe that will never be reached, instead, we live that image everyday. What we want is not what society wants, what we want is life. In its purest form. Conversation, kind actions, giving, loving, stories, travel, meeting new people and leaving a mark, giving back to the world. I happily meditate on these words daily, as I set sail on a daily adventure called Life.
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