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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: animalsfyv] 4
#27500443 - 10/11/21 07:03 AM (2 years, 5 months ago) |
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Life is forever changing Death defying and disintegrating
Life goes on without a problem Resolution lies with out a ways to solve them
But to a small degree some Bothersome but mostly dumb
Life is a flow, an endless stream If you believe that, one is living in a dream.
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#27528859 - 11/03/21 02:40 PM (2 years, 4 months ago) |
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Oh my lord the end of days the chalk and the chunk
Resonates at, the bottom of the black board
There's a cure In natures arms
But how can the, Dichotomy Ever be pure?
Oblivion
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Barnaby
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#27529477 - 11/03/21 11:39 PM (2 years, 4 months ago) |
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Time in the future about to get rougher
no need to rhyme endless time
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#27555974 - 11/24/21 06:56 AM (2 years, 4 months ago) |
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Peace of mind trends elusive How are thoughts so intrusive?
The river flows one direction With time, no exceptions.
As it is with perceptions But they deceive if you let them.
We seek answers and truth Yet can't find any proof.
So we move to the next Interpretations become stretched.
We're swimming upstream Or stuck in pools on the seams.
Perhaps instead of pushing further Take on the role of observer.
Ride the tide where it takes you And accept what it makes you.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: feevers] 2
#27637466 - 01/29/22 12:37 PM (2 years, 1 month ago) |
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I obtained the pot at the end of the rainbow but where did my body & brain go? yo, i'm surrounded by a strange glow, a viridescent state. that slowly began to scintillate investigate, immediate reality, F for fake. hella faded & dedicated to being more elevated elegantly celebrated, my consciousness is now cel shaded
-------------------- 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
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#27637467 - 01/29/22 12:38 PM (2 years, 1 month ago) |
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rewind my mind like a VCR I can see incredibly far into deeply stored memories once upon a feeling free a reverie of a better 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
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Barnaby
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: caman]
#27638078 - 01/29/22 11:18 PM (2 years, 1 month ago) |
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January, drags on always goes on
Worst month of the year 31 days or boredom and fear
Time goes by, sometimes fresh sometimes dry. The superficial doesn't want one to think feed of the garbage.
Time moves foward scan be boring at times patience is great with endless rhymes.
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#27644123 - 02/03/22 03:15 PM (2 years, 1 month ago) |
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Night stokes the fires on the other side of consciousness Something grows in the heart, at first fleeting I wake from a dream of elaborateness The brain was playing chess I draw in and see myself in the room, hanging like curtains, stable like fans
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Excuse me little psilocybe won't you come and sing for me let me hear your voice of truth so we may enlighten our youth
Thank you little psilocybe will you teach your song to me show me how to sing it true for all to hear from me to you
Hello little psilocybe won't you show the way to me help me to cross this expansive plane when all about have gone insane
Won't you come and walk with me eat and learn the psilocybe..-HFM
-------------------- Trees lay chipped across the paths, we hunt their souls to eat the wrath-HFM
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: HFM] 1
#27650303 - 02/08/22 12:50 AM (2 years, 1 month ago) |
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Once I was a girl, a caged bird who grew up in the Miss Delta
There once was a little girl in a small southern town with dreams as large as the cumulus clouds
Her world was so very small, but her sky and dreams were so very big
the land was so flat, fields for miles as the eye could see, cotton and soy beans growing beneath her feet, she ran through the fields of the Mississippi delta and didn't realize at the time, how blessed she was to not know the city streets.
Here childhood was ferial, and free The only sounds she knew were the singing of the summer locust song, late evening fireflies, mourning doves in the am and coyote calls at night. Fishing with her older brothers at Lake Washington, listening to their funny jokes, stories, and lies.
With her family quickly dissolving, almost completely gone, she was the last one to make it alive. For most of them had left her alone or were completely/forever gone.
she didn't know better, she thought it was normal for everyone to always be angry and just trying to survive. but still, somehow, she was joyful and her family made her proud she just wanted to fully experience life, and know what it felt to feel alive.
You see, In the south, your heritage and family name have great value even when the wrong choices are made feeling brave and strong You grow older and wiser you have the wisdom to decipher between right and wrong.
She could live her life with a broken heart. she could be weak, and crippled from the beginning Broken from the very start even though this little girl didn't know any better She knew there was more to life, Maybe.... Maybe, just one more chance, To fly once more, And shed one more feather.
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Barnaby
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#27651413 - 02/08/22 07:40 PM (2 years, 1 month ago) |
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As the evening slowly evolves noticing so many more involved
What I create with those I want in my life with buisness interactions and strife
I feel good, optimistic not plain simplistic but more realisitic
This Spring better be good everyone hopes that it should
Will see. I am bored of me.
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Barnaby] 1
#27669600 - 02/22/22 05:30 PM (2 years, 1 month ago) |
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The Buck Goes Up
Nature has a certain flow, a certain way for Her to go Agreeable, yes mostly so, at least in days of yore There’s nothing extra needed, nor good God to be heeded All eagle really needs is air to soar
And so the cosmos goes, we can trust it in its flows It regulates itself for all generally quite well She may be harsh, it’s true, but about that what to do? I have to think it’s difficult to tell
The point here indeed, I’ll make with due speed: Nor God nor Heaven does Mom require But this I will say: Sometimes, see, the way Is blocked – deadly deep in a mire
She can often by herself, select from her most long, wide shelf The most appropriate and rapid of her salves But here is where the scene takes on a darker sheen A solution sometimes Nature does not have
Naturally, it’s well and good, when local forces be withstood But sometimes, let’s admit, must needs ethereal You will call it luck, and I’ll say lightning struck In the end the situation’s immaterial
This lightning gets its grease from a radiating peace (At least we hope there are such realms withal) It comes to it often that there is nothing to win Unless some benefactor saves it all
-------------------- Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici
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#27670046 - 02/23/22 04:52 AM (2 years, 1 month ago) |
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Self indulgent tick.
Traversing a universe so vast. Upon this planetary steed. Forever It must last. This blood upon which I feed.
Green plains that stretch forever. Blue skies that outlast sight. Winding streams dancing together. This belly upon which I bite.
I can have anything I worship. It will never be the least. I'm thinking of building a starship. This I will steel from the beast.
My future has never been more certain. I believe I should double down. What the fuck is that. SCRATCH.
-------------------- Just a fool on the hill.
Edited by pineninja (02/24/22 06:55 PM)
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Barnaby
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: Barnaby]
#27672584 - 02/25/22 03:37 AM (2 years, 1 month ago) |
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Taiwan is next we can only do our best
World war three has just begun everyone under the rising sun
don't believe just ask the elders the native american folk, my brothers
they get it with perspective earth will shake with both hands, by directive
gourds of ashes shall abound many, never to be found
not a doomsday sayer, nor a player
i've had my fun, the beginning has just begun.
Second part.
World war one, and world two who is to say that there will be three
Some do and some don't don't rely on those that don't toke
Or those that have some perspective on the land the inhabitants and the suffering of mankind
It will get worse before it gets better so I better write a letter
to the natives this is seen as such the world wide web, being used as a crutch
a web that is over all mankind, not that internet as you will find.
they say once mother earth was shaken and twice the third time is not going to be so nice.
makes sense with all of the weapons gourds of ashes, we will live in the ashes
cities of steam and people likewise thinking about it, after reading and surimise
we are fucked basically nothing more to say
Part 3
So said Crazy Horse as they gave him a name a tribe that honored the earth, just the same
He was given wisdom and vision of what is to come many children not in wisdom, about them he heard them cry
To me seeing a man in suit, how much I used to care about those who pollute really doesn't matter as myself have seen what is to come
The market crashing and those on the run
People lining up to get out nothing to do but poubt there is no doubt
Everyone now going for the dollar to live life not on squalar
For food and those things that matter the suits and ties, those things in tatters
They will go on for awhile yet the world and nature will greet them not with a smile
Edited by Barnaby (02/25/22 03:59 AM)
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#27674539 - 02/26/22 05:05 PM (2 years, 30 days ago) |
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Evolution Revolution
Here we have our neo-Darwinists But it all just begs the question: Can a zebra be qualitatively Traced back to a sea-star In a causal fashion?
What Earthly commandment Requires giraffes to exist? We might say random change But then this is not What neo-Darwinism is preaching
To such a person, Nature is causal And deterministic So we must be able to connect A hippopotamus to a bacillus And, in point of fact, this cannot be done
So we see plenty of room for contingency In the conservative biologist’s philosophy But, as I have indicated, no room for necessity And if we cannot account for biological necessity Why are neo-Darwinists employed?
Moreover, mutations must not be totally random And the genome is probably not really disconnected from the environment And Lamarckism has made a mysterious comeback And the genome is not complex enough to give rise To the complexity we see
So, while phylogeny and taxonomy and molecular biology and genetics Are all well and good And which we must not dismiss or deny Perhaps the threads of the tapestry are At a finer level, much more numerous than we have supposed
At the very least We must assume, with all humility That our picture is less complex Than the actual one And that our knowledge is incomplete
From everlasting to everlasting It has been very hard for humans to do this And, come to think of it, stubbornness Gives us an interesting example: Is there a gene for it, or a whole slew of factors?
The factors must, to my mind, be very great in number And not confined to an isolated genome only
-------------------- Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici
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Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: DividedQuantum]
#27674662 - 02/26/22 06:28 PM (2 years, 30 days ago) |
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you will not force change change will force you
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DividedQuantum
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#27678225 - 03/01/22 12:30 PM (2 years, 28 days ago) |
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Work
It is indeed a luxury, for all that it is worth To have a job one likes, to like to go to work But most of us out there, are not quite so lucky For most the grind, the rat race, is really rather sucky
Now the fact is that we all, are brainwashed on this front There is no fundamental need for jobs to all affront For you see the world economy is artificial Our perspective on it is only really superficial
Bucky Fuller was saying things—back in the 1950s! Like streamline, get rid of jobs, raise enough in a jiffy If Dr. Fuller was saying such things in the way back when Well, we ought to be able to streamline the thing then
If we put our heads together, we could jettison half! Half of jobs, maybe more, a good plan we could craft And people could then do the things that truly inspire Perhaps then we would not be in such a frantic mire
The best we have come up with is the dreaded UBI If we could fund it, it could work, at least so by and by But as I’ve said, all it takes is teamwork and a will And we could plan an economy that still pays the bills
Ah! but this is not how humans work, not heretofore We lack initiative and wait to the last minute, boors But I throw in with all workers, just as the retail clerk Gets up, gets dressed, gets anxious too, and says aloud, “Fuck work.”
-------------------- Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici
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#27679975 - 03/02/22 05:36 PM (2 years, 26 days ago) |
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Intention Processor
Being conscious (While, doubtless, it can be a bother) Is nonetheless interesting For a myriad of reasons Not the least of which Is that we can push on reality And it either pulls or pushes back But our intention Which is present in all awareness Can cause an ingress Of nonlocal information Transforming Into local activity Whereby we may exert a certain effort And linkages will form in the brain Either to impinge on further thoughts Or correlate bodily activities So some object we have in mind Presents a great circular avenue And this avenue intersects with further circles Until the proper link is achieved And our intention processor Has performed a miracle
-------------------- Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici
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#27682441 - 03/04/22 11:56 AM (2 years, 25 days ago) |
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Superposition
We hear all this, we hear all that About how objects can be In more than one place to be at But not if you can see
As soon as we peer into it There’s no more purple voodoo Only here or there it sits It’s just a bunch of hoodoo
My question is, if we don’t look What the hell are we saying? The nonexistent has just forsook All reason, and we are braying
Perhaps what here is happening Is that we confuse contexts Our mathematics flattening The original pretexts
We have ideas, some are sound But when we then impose them We imagine the math is the ground And, for now, this I condemn
Perhaps indeed we’ll find a way To make our math objective ‘Cause it surely isn’t here today Confusion’s our directive
-------------------- Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici
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#27684114 - 03/05/22 04:43 PM (2 years, 23 days ago) |
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Mathemagical
Math is just a mystery Indeed, why should it work? Throughout all of our history A brilliance there does lurk We have various victories What a lovely quirk! It seems to be a function Perhaps of providence At the holy junction Of a fateful provenance Providing subtle unction And lately, dominance Or it could instead be The offspring of good luck Leading to a head free Of fretting about a buck The modern university Keeps such out of the muck The fact is, there’s no reason Why math at all should go Perhaps we’re in some season Of universal flow Will there be completion? Again, we do not know!
-------------------- Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici
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