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Simisu
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What's your favourit poem?
#5804074 - 06/29/06 05:26 PM (17 years, 7 months ago) |
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mine has to be this for now 
Saul Williams - Untimely Maditations
The fiery sun of my passions evaporates the love lakes of my soul clouds my thoughts and rains you into existence as i take flight on bolts of lighting claiming chaos as my concubine and you as my me i of the storm you of the sea we of the moon land of the free what have i done to deserve this? am i happy? happiness is a mediocre sin set for a middle-class existence i see through smiles and smell truth in the distance beyond one dimensional smiles and laughter lies are hereafter where tears echo laughter you'd have to do math to divide a smile by a tear times fear equals mere truth. i simply delve in the air and if that's the case, all i have to breath and all else will follow, that's why drums are hollow, and i like drums drums are good but i cant think straight i lack the attention span to meditate my attention spans galaxies here and now are immense seconds are secular, moments are mine, self is illusion, music's divine. noosed by the strings of jimmy's guitar i swing purple hazed pendulum hypnotizing the part of i that never dies, look into my eyes are the windows of the soul. it's fried chicken collies and cornbread, its corn milk flour sour cream eggs and oil. its the stolen blood of the earth, used to make cars run and kill the fish. who me? i play scales. the scales of dead fish of oil slicked seas my sister blows wind through the hollows of fallen tress and we are the echoes of eternity, echoes of eternity, echoes of eternity maybe you heard of us, we do rebirths, revokes and resurrections we threw basement parties in pyramids, i left my tag on the wall, the beats would echo of the stone and solidify into the form of light bulbs, destined to light of the heads of future generations they're releasing it up in the form of ohm. Maybe you heard of us. If not then you must be trying to hear us, in such cases we can't be heard we remain in the darkness unseen, in the center of unpeeled bananas we exist uncolored by perception, clothed to the naked eye, five senses cannot sense the fact of our existence and that's the only fact, in fact there are no facts, fax me a fact and i'll telegram i'll hologram i'll telephone the son of man and tell him he is done. leave a message on his answering machine telling him there are none. god and i are one. times moon times star times sun, the factor is me, you remember me, i slung amethyst rocks on saturn blocks 'til i got caught up by earthling cops. they wanted me for their army or whatever. picture me, i swirl like the wind tempting tomorrow to be today, tiptoing the fine line between everything and everything else. i am simply saturn swirling sevenths through sooth the sole living air of air and I, and, and all else follows. reverberating the space inside of drum hollows. package and bottles and chips and tomorrow then sold to the highest nigga. i swing to the tallest tree, lynched by the lowest branches of me, praying that my physical will set me free cause i'm afraid that all else is vanity mere language is profanity, i'd rather hum or have my soul tattooed to my tongue and let the scriptures be sung in gibberish as words be simple fish in my soulquarium. and intellect can't swim so i stopped combing my mind so my thoughts could lock. i'm tired of trying to understand. perceptions are mangled matted and knotted anyway. life is more than what meet the eye and I, so elevate I to the third and even that shit seems absurb and your thoughts leave you third (eye)solated. no man is an island but i often feel alone, so i find peace through OMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm.
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Re: What's your favourit poem? [Re: Simisu]
#5804081 - 06/29/06 05:27 PM (17 years, 7 months ago) |
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I Am Waiting By Lawrence Ferlinghetti
I am waiting for my case to come up and I am waiting for a rebirth of wonder and I am waiting for someone to really discover America and wail and I am waiting for the discovery Of a new symbolic western frontier and I am waiting for the American Eagle to really spread its wings and straighten up and fly right and I am waiting for the Age of Anxiety to drop dead and I am waiting for the war to be fought which will make the world safe for anarchy and I am waiting for the final withering away of all governments and I am perpetually awaiting a rebirth of wonder
I am waiting for the second coming And I am waiting For a religious revival To sweep thru the state of Arizona And I am waiting For the grapes of wrath to stored And I am waiting For them to prove That God is really American And I am waiting To see God on television Piped into church altars If they can find The right channel To tune it in on And I am waiting for the last supper to be served again and a strange new appetizer and I am perpetually awaiting a rebirth of wonder
I am waiting for my number to be called and I am waiting for the Salvation Army to take over and I am waiting for the meek to be blessed and inherit the earth without taxes and I am waiting for forests and animals to reclaim the earth as theirs and I am waiting for a way to be devised to destroy all nationalisms without killing anybody and I am waiting for linnets and planets to fall like rain and I am waiting for lovers and weepers to lie down together again in a new rebirth of wonder
I am waiting for the great divide to be crossed and I anxiously waiting For the secret of eternal life to be discovered By an obscure practitioner and I am waiting for the storms of life to be over and I am waiting to set sail for happiness and I am waiting for a reconstructed Mayflower to reach America with its picture story and TV rights sold in advance to the natives and I am waiting for the lost music to sound again in the Lost Continent in a new rebirth of wonder
I am waiting for the day that maketh all things clear and I am waiting for retribution for what America did to Tom Sawyer and I am waiting for the American Boy to take off Beauty's clothes and get on top of her and I am waiting for Alice in Wonderland to retransmit to me her total dream of innocence and I am waiting for Childe Roland to come to the final darkest tower and I am waiting for Aphrodite to grow live arms at a final disarmament conference in a new rebirth of wonder
I am waiting to get some intimations of immortality by recollecting my early childhood and I am waiting for the green mornings to come again for some strains of unpremeditated art to shake my typewriter and I am waiting to write the great indelible poem and I am waiting for the last long rapture and I am perpetually waiting for the fleeting lovers on the Grecian Urn to catch each other at last and embrace and I am awaiting perpetually and forever a renaissance of wonder
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Re: What's your favourit poem? [Re: Simisu]
#5804093 - 06/29/06 05:35 PM (17 years, 7 months ago) |
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Elohim 1972 by Saul Williams.
You are the first person ( outside of my group of friends ) that I've heard mention Saul.
He is amazing.
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Simisu
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Re: What's your favourit poem? [Re: Rhysaboveit]
#5804103 - 06/29/06 05:40 PM (17 years, 7 months ago) |
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there are a few of us here on the shroomery he's certenly amazing!
mycogirl that was an interesting poem
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Re: What's your favourit poem? [Re: Simisu]
#5804110 - 06/29/06 05:42 PM (17 years, 7 months ago) |
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Well I am not much into poetry, but if this counts then yes,
Lord Of The Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien
ENT: When Spring unfolds the beechen leaf, and sap is in the bough; When light is on the wild-wood stream, and wind is on the brow; When stride is long, and breath is deep, and keen the mountain-air, Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is fair!
ENTWIFE: When Spring is come to garth and field, and corn is in the blade; When blossom like a shining snow is on the orchard laid; When shower and Sun upon the Earth with fragrance fill the air, I'll linger here, and will not come, because my land is fair.
ENT: When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold; When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West, Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best!
ENTWIFE: When Summer warms the hanging fruit and burns the berry brown; When straw is gold, and ear is white, and harvest comes to town; When honey spills, and apple swells, though wind be in the West, I'll linger here beneath the Sun, because my land is best!
ENT: When Winter comes, the winter wild that hill and wood shall slay; When trees shall fall and starless night devour the sunless day; When wind is in the deadly East, then in the bitter rain I'll look for thee, and call to thee; I'll come to thee again!
ENTWIFE: When Winter comes, and singing ends; when darkness falls at last; When broken is the barren bough, and light and labour past; I'll look for thee, and wait for thee, until we meet again: Together we will tkae the road beneath the bitter rain!
BOTH: Together we will take the road that leads into the West, And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest.
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Re: What's your favourit poem? [Re: Snaggletooth]
#5804131 - 06/29/06 05:49 PM (17 years, 7 months ago) |
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Poetry of Mevlâna Jalâluddîn Rumi Translated by Kabir Helminski
The Root of the Root of Your Self
Don't go away, come near. Don't be faithless, be faithful. Find the antidote in the venom. Come to the root of the root of yourself.
Molded of clay, yet kneaded from the substance of certainty, a guard at the Treasury of Holy Light -- come, return to the root of the root of your Self.
Once you get hold of selflessness, You'll be dragged from your ego and freed from many traps. Come, return to the root of the root of your Self.
You are born from the children of God's creation, but you have fixed your sight too low. How can you be happy? Come, return to the root of the root of your Self.
You were born from a ray of God's majesty and have the blessings of a good star. Why suffer at the hands of things that don't exist? Come, return to the root of the root of your Self.
You are a ruby embedded in granite. How long will you pretend it's not true? We can see it in your eyes. Come to the root of the root of your Self.
You came here from the presence of that fine Friend, a little drunk, but gentle, stealing our hearts with that look so full of fire; so, come, return to the root of the root of your Self.
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Re: What's your favourit poem? [Re: TheFakeSunRa]
#5804211 - 06/29/06 06:16 PM (17 years, 7 months ago) |
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Anything by Rumi.
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Re: What's your favourit poem? [Re: Simisu]
#5804233 - 06/29/06 06:23 PM (17 years, 7 months ago) |
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Quote:
simisu said: there are a few of us here on the shroomery he's certenly amazing!
mycogirl that was an interesting poem
me saul.
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Simisu
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i'm pretty sure yall missed this one (been posted on the MA&L forum) i came across it just now and thought i'd bump my thread with it...
enjoy
The fucking cops are fucking keen To fucking keep it fucking clean The fucking chief's a fucking swine Who fucking draws a fucking line At fucking fun and fucking games The fucking kids he fucking blames Are nowhere to be fucking found Anywhere in chicken town
The fucking scene is fucking sad The fucking news is fucking bad The fucking weed is fucking turf The fucking speed is fucking surf The fucking folks are fucking daft Don't make me fucking laugh It fucking hurts to look around Everywhere in chicken town
The fucking train is fucking late You fucking wait you fucking wait You're fucking lost and fucking found Stuck in fucking chicken town
The fucking view is fucking vile For fucking miles and fucking miles The fucking babies fucking cry The fucking flowers fucking die The fucking food is fucking muck The fucking drains are fucking fucked The colour scheme is fucking brown Everywhere in chicken town
The fucking pubs are fucking dull The fucking clubs are fucking full Of fucking girls and fucking guys With fucking murder in their eyes A fucking bloke is fucking stabbed Waiting for a fucking cab You fucking stay at fucking home The fucking neighbors fucking moan Keep the fucking racket down This is fucking chicken town
The fucking train is fucking late You fucking wait you fucking wait You're fucking lost and fucking found Stuck in fucking chicken town
The fucking pies are fucking old The fucking chips are fucking cold The fucking beer is fucking flat The fucking flats have fucking rats The fucking clocks are fucking wrong The fucking days are fucking long It fucking gets you fucking down Evidently chicken town
John Cooper Clarke
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Re: What's your favourit poem? [Re: Simisu]
#5822997 - 07/05/06 10:09 AM (17 years, 6 months ago) |
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What It Is that I Search 4 -------------------------------------
I know not what I search 4 But I know I have yet to find it, Because it is invisible to the eye My heart must search 4 it blinded.
And if by chance I find it, Will I know my mission is achieved? Can one come 2 conclusions, Before the question is concieved?
Just as no one knows What lies beyond the shore, I will never find the answer 2 What it is I search 4.
~Tupac Amaru Shakur~
Either that pretty much anything else from "The Rose That Grew From Concrete"...
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Re: What's your favourit poem? [Re: Simisu]
#5823049 - 07/05/06 10:34 AM (17 years, 6 months ago) |
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o sweet spontaneous ----------------------- o sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting
fingers of prurient philosophers pinched and poked
thee , has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy
beauty . how often have religions taken thee upon their scraggy knees squeezing and
buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive gods (but true
to the incomparable couch of death thy rhythmic lover
thou answerest
them only with
spring)
-e.e. cummings
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