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adamj
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Re: any poets in the house? [Re: synthesis]
#2352569 - 02/18/04 10:03 PM (20 years, 1 month ago) |
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since we're sharing poems here.....
Rape ___________________
Alone for the dark of the night, victim of thoughts too dark for emotion. His eyes lurk in his temptations, he desires you as you are; innocent. Your purity is your only protection, his desire is his wrongful fuel.
Footsteps sound the crime that?ll never exist. His hands grip you in a guilty binge of greed. He whispers nightmares into your thoughts, Only for a moment will you feel it. Lay still and I?ll allow you to cry. This moment of your being is forced into damnation. Evil indulgence arrives uninvited, entering your innocence unaware of your prayers for sanctuary.
Tears dance with the rain of the night, cold breath joins the darkness. Frail body of a child, torn into a canyon of horror. Voices whisper to your internal resistance. Your smooth neck is grasped by his deviant hands. They slide through your hair exploring their own orgasmic needs, unleashing their vile touch upon your lips.
The soft touch of rape is placed upon your cheek, his kiss leaves you as empty as the moment. Your strewn about the ground, lost in your own struggle. Thoughts littered with horror, emotions crying for mercy. Tears are overwhelmed by your crying. This moment is his forever.
He stole your innocence. Your purity. Your sanctuary.
He deceived the crime, Never to be seen. Lost forever in the dark of the night. Rape.
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hevvy_psi
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Re: any poets in the house? [Re: Frog]
#2354195 - 02/19/04 09:45 AM (20 years, 1 month ago) |
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i wrote this after a 3 day wakefulness binge. i was rather incoherent, but i like what i ended up with...maybe just cos its mine.
my visualisation is thus. at any given plane of existence in this universe, you are on a glass ball filled with sand. The universe stretches into infinity, beginning for you on the glass ball that is your world, to the next level where that glass ball is actually one piece of sand which helps make up a greater glass ball, which is actually one piece of sand which helps make up a greater glass ball....and on and on. the crazy part is that it stretches into reverse infinity as well, and that is to say that, going in the opposite direction, the glass ball on which you reside is made up of innumerable smaller glass balls, which, from the view on your ball, are only sand. and these tiny tiny balls are also filled with sand, which are glass balls filled with sand, which are glass balls filled with sand, and so the universe increases and decreases in relative size exponentially in two directions. this is what i tried to write about in my cloud last night. the poem turned out to be incomprehensible though....i hope that this isn't. with this explanation in mind heres what wrote last night. its pretty weak, admittedly but man..phew, my mind was racing, and what was in my mind was perfect for the idea, i just wasn't able to convey it with this. so its sucky. but is as follows. if you reply to this. reply to the explanation of the idea that i give above.
another sleepless night has made past days, to winter morning, fade. and in this foggy tide i see, that days no longer pass for me- that time's an endless line in flight, which humans mark by dark and light. but when you venture into space, the wave seems changed - you're in a place where time shifts to a "slower" mode, seems lesser, in the greater load, until the wave has traveled more "grown longer," compensating for the countless planets it has passed, and countless seconds, there amassed. still, you've but a fraction seen, of places you'll soon and long from now have been. you see, its not that time has changed, just farther through the space you've ranged. and farther have you, still to go to see the things the line will show. with planets in and out of sight you forget time in days and nights
(here occurs the impossible, where you the traveler are able to span the gap which divides the world of the particle and the world of that which it makes up. you cross from sand/planets which seemed huge to you at the time, you are now able to see the immeasurably (from your former standpoint) large particle created by the tiny particles which create as you formerly used to view them, and it now appears as the former planets, now particles, appeared. through glass encasing the sands which seemed to be planets formerly, instantaneously, you become larger so that you might appreciate once again what is created by what you passed within the ball you now look upon. the creation. but it doesn't end there. this trip would never end, you'd pass grains of sand to reach glass which gave way, and was but more sand. see?)
you turn around and see no more the planets that you passed before, instead there looms one planet now although you can't conceive of how. instantly your mind unravels thinking of its distant travels you passed so much, so far, so long- it couldn't, after that, be gone. but now it seems your journeys been but seconds, since you're now within a sea of planets once again that stretches to oblivion.
you lie now, pondering, awake on earth, this journey of incalculable worth. its simply easier visually to comprehend infinity your life's a dot upon a line that represents your spot in time. and from your dot there stretch two rays, stretching oppositely, but in equally infinite ways one ray delves down, from glass to sand the other outward, does expand these thoughts, do now, my mind defeat the line goes on to never meet itself or any end we know, and thats as far as i can go.
-------------------- egocentrism is bangin on the door self-destructive selflessness seeps out from the core alone - eyes closed - an empty room i'm curled on the floor choose nothing, thus deciding all the nothing i've in store.
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Redstorm
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Re: any poets in the house? [Re: synthesis]
#2354238 - 02/19/04 10:02 AM (20 years, 1 month ago) |
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Heres a few I wrote a couple years back. Let me know if you like.
Familiar
All too familiar, Everyday, the same-old, same-old, Faceless figures, hurrying nowhere, Never Stopping, Trying to find their nameless goal, Busily, part of the hive, Void of emotion, Void of Feeling, One of many, a piece of the picture, But for who are we toiling for? That is the question that I ask, When I wake in the morning, As I hurry aimlessly, When I rest during the night, Why, and Who are we doing this for? I have no answer, As no one else does either, Until we discover it, We will all continue with the same-old familiar
Loneliness
The of silence, Slowly eating away at my soul, The deafening silence, Is like the pounding of a jackhammer, Slowly chipping away at the concrete of my consciousness, There are people, But only their superficial outwards are present, Like a machine yearning for oil, They squeak meaninglessly, only to hear their own noises, Constantly bickering, To make a point that will never be recognized, Their perpetual droning fades away, thankfully, And I am alone
Reality
How would it be to live in a permanent reality? Never feeling the wonderful, Never grasping your hopes, Only attempting the guaranteed, Afraid to defy logic and real-life, You are a slave of time, Constantly sinking deeper into the quicksand of tedious doings, Forgetting your life, living for the chore, No hope for the past or the future, Knowing the latter will be the former, What you want the most, you could never have, The dreams and the life you desire, You know you will never hold as your own
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CerebralFlower
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Re: any poets in the house? [Re: Redstorm]
#2354765 - 02/19/04 12:47 PM (20 years, 1 month ago) |
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Too many thoughts i cant read that my stoned mind is overloading with ideas!
-------------------- God says dance with your heart And shake free of you desire Where theres a will theres always a way When you get confused listen to the music play
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Re: any poets in the house? [Re: synthesis]
#2354891 - 02/19/04 01:27 PM (20 years, 1 month ago) |
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I Havent written any poetry in years. Here's some old stuff I did awhile back:
The Enemy
I've seen an infinite source of energy Used to decimate our enemy I've seen rockets that could reach the depths of space We spat them in our enemy's face I've seen wealth that belonged to me and you Appropriated by a selected few I've seen speakers of truth crucified By those who would rather believe in lies Between Angels and Demons, Heaven and Hell Our greatest enemy is ourselves.
Here's a non-rhyming one
I once met a girl with a whip I asked her, "Why do you have a whip?" So she handed it to me But I didn't want it So I gave it back And she went off, looking for someone to whip her Leaving me to wonder Why would anyone want to dominate And therefore be dominated? But I didnt think about it for too long Because I had to continue my quest To find an equal. For I never aspire to use; I wish only to appreciate Therefore I will always be appreciated And I will never be used.
Critical Rate
Don't try to tell me things have changed Its all the same just re-arranged This contemplative emotion provides the speed of perpetual motion but its up to us to turn the page
Hold it together till its finished Inertia cannot the force diminish The only thing that really matters The integration cannot be scattered The giant balls of light must not extinguish
Can't come to pass to be our fate To expand past the critical rate Can't bear to see them wipe the slate Everything just disintegrates
There is a place beyond our scope Go past the fear into the hope To see the light behind all things Realize that fear and hope are the same thing
This is our anti dote
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hevvy_psi
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Re: any poets in the house? [Re: synthesis]
#2355436 - 02/19/04 03:35 PM (20 years, 1 month ago) |
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crumblin' sweetly, ancient tower under nature's magic power more mysterious by the hour and ever so inviting
vines have risen, green and wild, taken their toll, though've not defiled this haven for a diff'rent child who can be heard reciting-
words in some forgotten tongue which, from stone, the child has wrung, and pushes forth now, from his lungs into the humid air.
the vine leaves quiver with the noise. the tower, with majestic poise, absorbs the sounds, and then deploys them once again, with care.
the tower's been here many years, and echoed shouts, that no one hears. but time's not what the child fears, and so continues saying:
"leave me here, alone, content, for all the time that here i've spent i've known just what my thoughts have meant, and lived not in confusion."
-------------------- egocentrism is bangin on the door self-destructive selflessness seeps out from the core alone - eyes closed - an empty room i'm curled on the floor choose nothing, thus deciding all the nothing i've in store.
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hevvy_psi
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Re: any poets in the house? [Re: hevvy_psi]
#2361312 - 02/20/04 09:38 PM (20 years, 1 month ago) |
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rapidly descending into velvet slumber i imagine us together and i can't help but wonder if my words were chosen wisely and you don't think i'm a fool even though i am for you.
-------------------- egocentrism is bangin on the door self-destructive selflessness seeps out from the core alone - eyes closed - an empty room i'm curled on the floor choose nothing, thus deciding all the nothing i've in store.
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