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pineninja
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: KetaminePeen] 1
#26679124 - 05/18/20 02:43 PM (3 years, 10 months ago) |
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IOU'S
My cash represents another's debt. Such is the social contract. Tokens to represent that you must not forget. If I've got em you've got to get em back.
With your time rolled in my pocket. You will do what I say. Your blood sweat and toil. To me you're sold today.
Indebted to each other. The bank somehow unseen. Equilibrium a constant narrative cover. Forced imbalance though it seems.
How much of others can you store. How many favours can you keep. How is it we've agreed to un voted lore. How are the majority so weak.
-------------------- Just a fool on the hill.
Edited by pineninja (05/20/20 09:02 PM)
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pineninja
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: pineninja] 3
#26679830 - 05/18/20 08:50 PM (3 years, 10 months ago) |
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The Rollercoaster.
It seems you bought a ticket. So it's time for you to take the ride. Hold your breath for transit. As you journey deep inside.
There is now no jumping off. Screaming won't help you either. The carriage clicks and clacks to its top. Then you plunge into an ether.
Weightlessness and rushing sounds. Lights go by likes lasers. Evaporated deep into strange surrounds. Exhilaration beyond ones nature.
The change of direction comes. Once again pinned to the seat. Overwhelmed by exquisite sums. Beautiful but to quick to complete.
Next comes a twist to all that was straight Interlocking rotation spins the frames. As exquisite dichotomies visually create Realising only difference can make it the same.
Sudden sensations of looping. Around and endless universal void. Until something suggests. "You're not just on the edge, You're also everywhere inside."
This can be the blissful moment. Where it all seems to be got. No experience more potent. A rollercoaster at stop.
After the ride within a lifetime. A deceleration more gentle than the rise. For the first time since you hopped on. You may now open your eyes.
Tears of wonder and exhilaration. May now stream down from your face. This is when some wanna go again. Also some jump of with haste.
One lesson though not to forget. Is that the track will forever change. So its probably just best to try and recollect. What was individually and profoundly strange.
This ride is contained in nature. The ticket booth appears when sought. You need not worry you will always come back. But do know. It is a one way trip you've bought.
Edited by pineninja (12/01/22 03:38 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: pineninja] 1
#26679938 - 05/18/20 10:06 PM (3 years, 10 months ago) |
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-------------------- Give me Liberty caps -or- give me Death caps
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: pineninja] 3
#26688057 - 05/22/20 12:14 PM (3 years, 10 months ago) |
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Random Order
Today in general, so saith the sage: Mankind isn’t stuck, and history is luck Citizens yet struggle for the meanest measly wage Down in the muddy muck, just praying for a buck
If instead we take a broader, macroscopic view Nature tends to strategize, as indeed we know She’s wise The paradox that makes it seem that all is but askew Is only Lordly guise, the seas extemporize
And on those seas we buffet, up and down, around Those seas that represent, those seas that Heaven sent And truth and bliss and joy and subtle order do abound But down here we are rent, and where is Justice found?
If we can only trust that Mother Nature has a plan And we do not destroy it, if only we employ it That indeed the universe bestows meaning to man If we could but enjoy it, and not the Earth annoy it
Then we might see the bigger picture, joy and pain and all Not an ugly random mess, a plenum, orderly, no less When one looks around and sees the spring, the summer and the fall One in a quadrillion luck seems awfully small
-------------------- Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: DividedQuantum] 4
#26688073 - 05/22/20 12:21 PM (3 years, 10 months ago) |
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Ode to the One:
This magical illusion, a dreamer in the midst of light, letting go eternally, into endless night. Must man be tormented by your horrific beauty? Must he shrink from your Cosmic Vision?
Abandoning the intellect which craves security in what is only a dream! How can something so fortunate leave it’s own shadow for just one night? He sang his song a riddle, forgetting all he ever had...
Heaven Given, Good Ridden, The meaning of living all hidden beneath the skin of the given. Energy driven, Conscious living. It is what the sun is sunning for, So what are you running for? Within the Cosmic Being of Primordial Mind - We Matter.
-------------------- Give me Liberty caps -or- give me Death caps
Edited by The Blind Ass (05/27/20 10:42 PM)
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caman
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: The Blind Ass] 3
#26700569 - 05/27/20 10:23 PM (3 years, 9 months ago) |
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talk about the sound fox and the hound rocks protrude from the ground all solemnly washed abound revealing a moss covered town with scenery of greenery which gleamed very eerily my shadow tried to mirror me
-------------------- In the province of the mind, what one believes to be true is true or becomes true, within certain limits to be found experientially and experimentally. These limits are further beliefs to be transcended. In the mind, there are no limits.- John C. Lilly
Edited by caman (05/28/20 01:26 AM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: caman] 2
#26700704 - 05/28/20 12:37 AM (3 years, 9 months ago) |
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Gone with the wind, Branchin' out and uprooting, Trip and fell into the blood cool eve, And a song to sing,
Borrowed til soaked, Pledge not them unheard, He singe yet lack a chill, That kink of a ghost, Drawing nearer, Does twenty moreover,
Of desertions rebuild, Unto clip boards debauchery, Beat warm for a Stallion, Crept upon the window sill, Like a belt too tight at the waist line,
-------------------- "There are times— and this would be a great study for somebody to do—there have been periods in English when there were emotions that don't exist anymore, because the words have been lost. There are colors that don't exist anymore because the words have been lost." — Terence McKenna (The Archaic Revival: 1991)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: pur3bind] 3
#26701718 - 05/28/20 12:16 PM (3 years, 9 months ago) |
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Pine Valley Mountain
Sentinel rising Glory geologic The tower comprising Nature's serene logic
Red, pink, orange, green Streaming through the eye Sufficiently a wonder seen To attain a various high
Heaven high and hell below At least for cold and hot An eagle circles, high and slow A mountain goat straddles a slot
Beneath the peak, and faraway down Red mesas stand squat and stout It's hard to enter this cathedral Without being fully devout
-------------------- Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici
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pineninja
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: DividedQuantum] 3
#26719893 - 06/04/20 06:08 PM (3 years, 9 months ago) |
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Misguided.
Beacon of liberty. Land of the free. Police brutality. The world can see.
The system clamps down. Individuals are nonetheless. Your ringmasters is a clown. Seems like you're powerless.
Success was always thinly veenered. Your freedoms safely locked and loaded. A narrative once revered. Your dream has been railroaded.
Divided so willingly. Manipulated like fools. Declined considerably. Trumpeted tools.
Though.
Beacon of liberty. Land of the free. True power is your people. The world can see.
The humanity in your guards. The police on one knee. The sweeping of glass shards. The wish to just be.
Equality and justice the fight. Radiant inate beauty. Refocus on a fair redistribution of societal might. True American duty.
Victory and liberty not by the gun. Peace and equality by force of love. The transition is coming with or without you. Last week did you think you'd be pulling down confederate statues.
-------------------- Just a fool on the hill.
Edited by pineninja (06/05/20 04:06 AM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: pineninja] 1
#26722035 - 06/05/20 02:00 PM (3 years, 9 months ago) |
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Great stuff. Gotta check out this thread later for some good inspiration
Just wrote this one walking through the woods
dear men upstairs Here’s my story. I never wanted to be crazy. Crazy wasn’t really a choice. I didn’t choose crazy. In a way I chose crazy. Crazy was an excuse. Crazy was an escape. Plants and drugs and medicinal herbs chose me because they can help. I chose them. Never will I understand why so many people are afraid of these medicines. Like a sheep in the meadow who growls. I just walk around feeling like I’ve been awoken. I’ve become the beast. But in the grandeur of my phenomena. I see a light it doesn’t stop for my excuses. I’m nothing in the morning. I rise to a cup of coffee and become something. another day the coffee might make me feel like nothing, previously I felt so great. I felt grand. There is an unpredictability in this disease. But I CAN predict it. I’m special to think I CAN. or nothing at all, in the end. It doesn’t even matter. I know I can , I know I can’t. I have the balance I have the opposites I have the duality and it’s just madly so. The Yin the Yang the flow. And The earthly creation we see in the forest. Who named the earth? Was it God? Or was it man? But God is man just as man is God. in strange times of fury. The frustration always lasts. Until you get high as a rocket. That emdr stuff helped my stress. But not like talking. And not like those substances I talk so highly of. Insight and godly flashbacks to a time so much in the future even humans would be humbled to serve them. For a time at least. Seeing yourself in the mirror at last. Why should you be scared? Don’t fear your reflection. Avoid your reflection you surely will die. Avoid that schizophrenia and you might live. But not of the high quality enough of a par to play. Like a golfer in the landscape. And the camera on him. You got some green behind your ears! Once you know you’re crazy. The road will extend. You will be better in the end.
Signed Mr crazy (what I call myself)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: amazing] 2
#26722102 - 06/05/20 02:37 PM (3 years, 9 months ago) |
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Beaten down Almost all the time Almost all our lives Thought this was it Thought this was all there is
No wonder We
Think
We go crazy
When finally We see We're more Than just
Ordinary
Almost to good to be true When the bird finally
Flew
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: DividedQuantum] 1
#26742831 - 06/13/20 10:01 PM (3 years, 9 months ago) |
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Quote:
DividedQuantum said: Pine Valley Mountain
Sentinel rising Glory geologic The tower comprising Nature's serene logic
Red, pink, orange, green Streaming through the eye Sufficiently a wonder seen To attain a various high
Heaven high and hell below At least for cold and hot An eagle circles, high and slow A mountain goat straddles a slot
Beneath the peak, and faraway down Red mesas stand squat and stout It's hard to enter this cathedral Without being fully devout
Love this
-------------------- Free time is the only time
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: CookieCrumbs] 2
#26746523 - 06/15/20 12:51 PM (3 years, 9 months ago) |
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My soul experienced pure bliss, Yet now I wallow.
From existence, a majestic kiss. Then existence turned hollow.
Cozy in bed, I feel no peace. Existential dread, Hopelessness, Unease.
We'll never understand it all. For every rise, the inevitable fall.
We're here, we think we have a grasp. We accept tyranny, Yet we bitch about masks.
As we struggle for meaning, That about sums it up.
We all claim we want answers, But we just don't care enough.
Edited by feevers (06/15/20 01:07 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: feevers]
#26746754 - 06/15/20 02:43 PM (3 years, 9 months ago) |
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-------------------- Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: DividedQuantum] 1
#26747157 - 06/15/20 05:42 PM (3 years, 9 months ago) |
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Quote:
DividedQuantum said: Pine Valley Mountain
Sentinel rising Glory geologic The tower comprising Nature's serene logic
Red, pink, orange, green Streaming through the eye Sufficiently a wonder seen To attain a various high
Heaven high and hell below At least for cold and hot An eagle circles, high and slow A mountain goat straddles a slot
Beneath the peak, and faraway down Red mesas stand squat and stout It's hard to enter this cathedral Without being fully devout
Popping special needs
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DividedQuantum
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Cujllickduo] 3
#26751630 - 06/17/20 01:04 PM (3 years, 9 months ago) |
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Cultural Evolution
From time immemorial, the patterns flow thus: (And the pustules of suffering o’erflow with pus) In general, we have generals, and mayors, chiefs, kings And thousand year failures seem to be the things Constant in all empires, hydraulic or not In feudal systems diabolical plots
And so we can see that, though a few had a life For nine tenths it’s working, and slaving and strife Indeed, the fact is that throughout all the ages Not only have few been priests, artisans, sages But most of the lot were just paupers and peasants With standards of living perpetually unpleasant
So established we have inherent in the picture Of history is most unfree toiling and stricture It rather suggests that progress is ethereal Progress, that is, that’s moral and material And so we must assume, if we’re to be clever That free will and morals from this process are severed
And following that point, one must conclude That life on Earth, at least for we humans, is rude The broader sweep of our dear planet’s direction Affords no one, no society protection From things like, well, I guess failure and extinction If that be Mom’s will, that shall be our distinction
So in point of fact, the live ones do not Have any awareness of what nature’s got In store for the future of Earth, for a start Or what sort of way we’re to play our part Or if it in any way matters at all That humans have got themselves set for a fall
Whether we are progenitors of a glorious fate Or whether in fact for all Earth it’s too late Cannot be known ‘til the fact of the matter Arrives at the present, the living to flatter? Flatter, or disgrace or frighten or kill Mother Nature has drawn up an awfully long bill
-------------------- Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: DividedQuantum] 1
#26753548 - 06/18/20 07:35 AM (3 years, 9 months ago) |
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The Apocalypse as foretold Always approaching. Watch The Universe unfold Something stunning, The Sky is falling.
Circular motion Mouse on a wheel The Joker’s Spiel.
Another notion, 1984 2012 2020 Ensue Commotion.
Indeed we will die.
4800 stars born
Every Second.
Galaxies far and wide.
My eternal ignorance, I cannot hide.
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DividedQuantum
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: remake] 3
#26783146 - 06/25/20 08:11 PM (3 years, 8 months ago) |
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Holistic
The whole it seems is more than just the sum of all its parts An ordering above the system forms the ready way A machine with its fragments often goes in fits and starts But mechanism’s not the Sun that powers every day
No, we are here amidst a culture full of wheels and cogs One that does not feel the soul, so blindly it imputes Perhaps a spectacle for any desultory gods And so we have machines but perhaps not the gift of truth
-------------------- Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici
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pineninja
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: DividedQuantum] 3
#26796314 - 07/01/20 06:04 AM (3 years, 8 months ago) |
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I am everywhere at once. So are you to. Suspend a disbelief. Because i cannot prove it to you.
Within this very sentence. I'm right where you are at. I've travelled in an instant. To right were you are sat.
We've connected by acknowledgment. A moment has became true. There is no real distance. Nothing is external to you.
-------------------- Just a fool on the hill.
Edited by pineninja (10/26/21 10:09 PM)
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: pineninja] 2
#26802287 - 07/03/20 08:52 PM (3 years, 8 months ago) |
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In youth it's already known, Through knowing nothing at all. A book of spiritual koans, In each throw of a ball.
Immersion in the moment, it changes, It slips from our grasp. Immersed in a world of derangement, We veer from the path.
What if that world, And every wrong that I see Is but a reflection, Of disorder inside of me?
Oh so caught up In the issues of the day. Yet turning earth into heaven Is but a deep breath away.
Edited by feevers (08/04/20 07:51 PM)
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