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any poets in the house?
#2346019 - 02/17/04 01:57 PM (20 years, 1 month ago) |
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i'm no poet, but i've been jotting down stuff here and there. i'm affraid to share it with anybody though, execpt i did with my ex-girlfriend lastnight. its just stuff i've been writing this week and last week... if you're interested then send me an IM and i'll send some stuff to you. i need some feedback on this stuff and maybe improve the structure.
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barfightlard
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Re: any poets in the house? [Re: synthesis]
#2346024 - 02/17/04 01:59 PM (20 years, 1 month ago) |
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Don't be shy dude. Just show what ya got, who cares. Be open to differant views of your thoughts.
-------------------- "What business is it of yours what I do, read, buy, see, say, think, who I fuck, what I take into my body - as long as I do not harm another human being on this planet?" - Bill Hicks
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synthesis
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i'm also worried somebody might steal it too. i'm not saying its that good that somebody would steal it. but it is personal and i dont want to show it to everyone. its the same way with all the artwork i've done and music i spun. just kinda private with it.
anyway i'll send it to ya if you want to critique it. i just want honest, constructive criticism.
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ToTheSummit
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Re: any poets in the house? [Re: synthesis]
#2346490 - 02/17/04 03:59 PM (20 years, 1 month ago) |
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Yeah, I say just share it here. I can understand the worry of having someone steal your work, that is a legitimate care. But don't ever worry about critisism. You shouldn't give a fuck if others hate your work, at least I don't. I do it for me, not them. And as for having my work stolen, well if they like it so much they want to steal it then I take that as a compliment!
BTW- I've been reading/writing/reciting poetry since I was a child. I can sit around a campfire and tell poems (mine and others) for hours. Be proud of your work and share it, its a lot of fun.
Heres one of mine. I think I've posted it here before.
UP A HILL
Some people like to pass the time by playing with a ball They run and kick and jump and hit and throw and slide and fall. And others aren't the active type, the thing they like the best Is to watch TV or read a book but basically just rest. And there are some who go out late and party every night And don't go home until they see the early morning light. And then theres the artistic type who paint and sculpt and draw To fashion wondrous works of art that leave the rest in awe. Yes people have so many ways, their empty time to fill, But I find I am happiest when hiking up a hill.
"Why do you like to walk up hill?" the others ask in vain "I don't see what there is that you could ever have to gain. Now going for a little hike I guess I understand But certainly there are some trails across some smooth, flat land! To bust your ass to climb a hill, I think you are a clown Cause when you finally reach the top you just have to come down! And when you've wasted all that time and energy and such You're right back where you started and did not accomplish much!" The reason people think this way is not because they're weak Its just that they have never stood upon a mountains peak!
I guess it is a feeling that I just cannot explain A joy, a thrill, a rush, a chill and just a little pain To see the summit right in front but not let yourself stop Until those last deliberate steps, And then you're on the top. And though your body's tired and worn and ready for a rest Your spirit and emotions soar, the feeling is the best. Endorphins and adrenalin are coursing in your veins And over all a feeling of great satisfaction reigns. I've never found this feeling in a sport or book or pill The only place I get it is from hiking up a hill.
So when you think that I am strange for doing what I do Believe me when I say I sometimes feel the same for you. But if you want to play some sports with me, then that is fine And after that we'll watch TV and have some quiet time. And then we can go out at night and paint the town up red (And most likely wake up next day with throbbing in our head!) And then we'll draw some pictures of a landscape or a tree And proudly hang them on a wall where everyone can see. Then, when we've finished all those things, I'll show you my great thrill And we'll go out together and hike up the nearest hill!
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Re: any poets in the house? [Re: synthesis]
#2346570 - 02/17/04 04:13 PM (20 years, 1 month ago) |
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you can send it to me if ya want. i really doubt someone is gonna steal your poems and then print them and make money off them though i write short free flow minimalistic poems
High OFF of-
lightning fast...round the bend no time to think...or any money to spend
i took the time to watch the sun change hue... out of sight...but yet still in view
rest tonight..... for tommorow will be brand new
-------------------- When chemistry is outlawed.. Only outlaws have chemistry
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barfightlard
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Re: any poets in the house? [Re: synthesis]
#2346586 - 02/17/04 04:15 PM (20 years, 1 month ago) |
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Sure send it over.
-------------------- "What business is it of yours what I do, read, buy, see, say, think, who I fuck, what I take into my body - as long as I do not harm another human being on this planet?" - Bill Hicks
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synthesis
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Re: any poets in the house? [Re: ToTheSummit]
#2346646 - 02/17/04 04:24 PM (20 years, 1 month ago) |
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OK, F it i'll just post it. this is just stuff i have stored in a text file on my computer, i just need to try to arrange it into a good structure. some of it is just random stuff and doesnt fit into any structure.
hope for a transient daydream
the sky awaits the midnight wind to carry me home again delicate patchwork of a faithful cloud the gentle breeze makes a thunderous sound beams of light shine through the mist, a spectrum of light that that some might miss, crashes through my window without a fight the moon stays placid as the stars become bright darkness fades away as i close my eyes, generous colors fill the empty, placid skies
the halcyon breeze becomes so serene dark and hallow as it is divine and clean shadows drift through the desperate air fair and silent with an indefinite stare
the music fades through the precious night sounds of laughter become so bright old grey thoughts of you becomes a gentle blue a tear blown by the delicate wind carry me home again carry me to where the rivers end, carry me to where the light will bend to the timeless tranquility of the night carried beyond the infinity of sight
tomorrows wind will never say what dreams the daylight had given away infinite sorrow and indefinite joy, the seeds of madness are insanities ploy
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when i was but a child, i was shown, the future is in no ones hands but your own, seize the day and tip your hat, grab the reins and never look back
eventually that boy went astray, couldn't stay ahead of the demons at bay, thought he'd pull a crime never thought he'd do no time
well who woulda known, that the boy was all grown with a 6 shootin pistol and a will of his own
6 feet deep with the earth to your back and it all turns out that the world cut you no slack carry the weight of the world on your back
grassroots boogie so she wept you tend the horses, i'll make the wine mulberry bush time to see the sunrise
maria met a girl with flowers in her hair, sparkles in her eyes when sadness fills the air
she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders
grass in the garden spirits in the wine nobody to take care of me yet the weather is fine
mulberry bush--------------------------------------------
hey hey the shadows to bless my soul there there the moonlight please pardon my howl here here woman dont move too fast way way yonder ponder where the blue turns to grass
row row soldier, make the day hear the lightning, stay stay away do do come down, you can speak to me but don't hurt the flowers that cry cry to me
lets all hurt, lets all pray let us all rally round the fire and sing the day away lets all go fishin, lets all sip some wine let us all give away the fire, but save the time
life is short when sounds are blue we'll go back soon when the fires are through stay away from the troubles too they are silent and true
whats purple when you got no soul whats green when you cant slow the roll talk to me gracious and talk to me slow talk to me soon though cuz true colors soon show
i cant row no more, no more too many times the waters changed the flow now the creek wouldnt come to see all the seeds a sown now the garden has become too blessed to moan
it might moan a gentle cry, but the rivers have run dry
the angels sing for you, sing songs of sadness too. it hurts to listen to the sound of heaven in blue why not carry the angels away maybe someday
around that mulberry bush or maybe to the gardens of eden chase around that summer sound do a dance till you start breathin
lets all sing the blues lets all pick and shovel too dance around that great oak tree another joyful day, just you and me
well how did it all fall? turned to nightfall once and for all with the weight of the world and the sins of us all
need to cry the tears away cuz tomorrow is just another day 'nother day for you and me to carry the kindness and sorrows that be
try to forget it, try to forget that pain live through the deep cuz another day it will rain
we cant be happy, we cant be sad what became of the joy we had? it became so hallow, just green and blue a tortured soul with nothing left to do
we believe. we believe in sunrise and sleep we follow the elephant and follow the sheep try to say a riddle that i may keep figured out the secret that some may speak
till the cold mountains fall
the sun shines a familiar stare who will carry me there
married carried burried
who wants to see the crimson shining bright who wants to hear a secret solitude tonight
we'll all be happy down there we'll sing a tune without a care
is this all thats faith, is this all thats dear is this all i hold close, true and pure?
end of joy, the end of time end of laughter, end of rhyme
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Re: any poets in the house? [Re: synthesis]
#2346674 - 02/17/04 04:30 PM (20 years, 1 month ago) |
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you got some pretty good stuff. i like this verse
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the halcyon breeze becomes so serene dark and hallow as it is divine and clean shadows drift through the desperate air fair and silent with an indefinite stare
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Re: any poets in the house? [Re: Infrared]
#2346935 - 02/17/04 05:24 PM (20 years, 1 month ago) |
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Im amazed at how many people think a poem has to rhyme. I am in an advanced compisition class (free writing) and not 1 of the poems ive written has rhymed, in fact your not supposed to make them rhyme.
The reason is because when you rhyme its taking the natural flow out of it, and your not using a word to express the way you feel really your using it to rhyme with the previous sentence
No offense to any of your guys' poems im sure theyre good. just try writing without rhymes, for a change
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Re: any poets in the house? [Re: synthesis]
#2347156 - 02/17/04 06:29 PM (20 years, 1 month ago) |
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I thought your poems were really good. I dont think there is such a thing as a bad poem. A poem is an expression of the heart and soul. Whether it rhyms or doesn't, whether it has structure or not, whatever it takes to express yourself.
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Infrared
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yea.............. i am well aware of that
sometimes i write poems that rhyme sometimes i dont. i also write poems that i use for songs..... so its usually better when you have at least some rhyming for a song(not always of course)
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synthesis
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thats cool, i'll have to start trying that out and breaking up the rhymes more.
i like the way rhymes sound more because when i hear and write it it sounds like music. i hear what ya mean though about the free-verse, i'll have to try to see if i can write like that.
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Re: any poets in the house? [Re: ToTheSummit]
#2347546 - 02/17/04 08:38 PM (20 years, 1 month ago) |
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i like your poem. this lyric struck a particular chord with me-
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I guess it is a feeling that I just cannot explain A joy, a thrill, a rush, a chill and just a little pain To see the summit right in front but not let yourself stop Until those last deliberate steps, And then you're on the top.
sounds really good i understand what you mean
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Re: any poets in the house? [Re: Infrared]
#2347553 - 02/17/04 08:42 PM (20 years, 1 month ago) |
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lightning fast...round the bend no time to think...or any money to spend
i took the time to watch the sun change hue... out of sight...but yet still in view
rest tonight..... for tommorow will be brand new
that really is beautiful man i feel ya
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ToTheSummit
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Of course poetry doesn't have to rhyme. I've read a lot of great works that didn't rhyme. But when you remove rhyme and meter from a work it seems to me to be just prose rather than poetry. To me the word 'poetry' conjurs up images of flowing verse that has structure and more often than not rhyme. I know that this may not technically be the correct defenition of poetry, its just how I see it.
I was raised on old cowboy ballads. I was quoting entire Robert Service poems before I was 10 (first one I learned was The Cremation of Sam Mcgee). And now most of my work is influenced by this. I write very structured poetry with fairly strict ryhme and meter patterns. And my poems all tell stories. There is never some secret meaning or deep-thought process required to enjoy my poetry. It is pretty straight forward and easy to understand. I've never felt the need to get real philosophical in my poetry, I just like it to be entertaining.
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Re: any poets in the house? [Re: ToTheSummit]
#2351479 - 02/18/04 05:15 PM (20 years, 1 month ago) |
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Infected shroom I tottaly agree. In fact, thats probably how we all start, just writing down things we feel. For me it started when I got high, I would write things down, so amazing!
Heres something I got 24/25 on... it was for valentines day, I think it mimiced a william carlos williams love poem style
I dont love the earrings Which you drape on your body Or the clothes that cling to you Not even
I love the colors of your soul The hue rshing blood gives your smooth skin Like a subterranean river glowing pink beneath In the soft world of eternity
I love the energy flowing between our hands The balance that lies between us Losing ourselves In eachothers cerebral flowerbed
I got the idea for subtereanean river when looking at the hue of my skin change when i moved it, while on morning glory All of my writing has a base on drug expereince. Marijuana started it all for me. Trips are inspiration, inspiration is fodder for writing
-------------------- 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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InfectedShroom
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Cerebral - wow i really liked your poem
i've been so busy with school and work that i dont have the time to write anymore
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Re: any poets in the house? [Re: synthesis]
#2351807 - 02/18/04 06:48 PM (20 years, 1 month ago) |
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I sent this poem countless time on the Shroomery and nobody ever told me if they liked it or not... So here it is for the Xth time. (Where X > 1000000)
Perception Within a Silvery Rain
Lightning comes speed passed me at my lacered brain Wonders, oh why I built and destroyed the silvery rain The room is clean and cleared until dawn casts tomorrow Then my throath will contain the dreadfully bitter taste of sorrow
Ache is what I feel, the darkness surrounds me as thousand of spiders No, I won?t ever be slained by this swarming horde of black riders My last chance will be the love for Her that dwells deep inside my core I may be blinded, but not for long because I know what cannot be anymore
Everlasting is the song written by the Hands of the Creator The deepest sign of desire you may see is in the Shadows? behavior Slowly summoning dim blue lights by its restrenghtened misty and eerie appearence Clearly I see the spirit fly up and soar back down near the deep lake?s water
From this rhyme you know how it might feel to lose track of time For nothing is more beautiful than loving Her until commiting crimes The sky seems to cut down the food of its legendary lust I will be gone for now, but expect my return and I?ll die for Her if I must
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I'm floating in the sea of stars, I'm drifting away from the shore I will be lost in the dream when the dark days come But I will make the time run backwards and I'll make the stars shine again
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Re: any poets in the house? [Re: Snape]
#2351850 - 02/18/04 06:59 PM (20 years, 1 month ago) |
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I'm no critic, but it sounds nice to me. It flows.
-------------------- The day will come when, after harnessing the ether, the winds, the tides, gravitation, we shall harness for God the energies of love. And, on that day, for the second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire. -Teilard
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Re: Silvery Rain [Re: Frog]
#2351861 - 02/18/04 07:03 PM (20 years, 1 month ago) |
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Its nice snape. Some of those images are really awsome "The room is clean and cleared until dawn casts tomorrow" Dawn cast tommorow= really good
-------------------- 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]
#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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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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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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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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