little child
i saw you in the news today
why did you have to go away
why did they find you under the water
why did you have to suffer
why did you have to die
if i would've known
i'd have died to save you thereunder
why did you have to wander
so far over there
why did this have to happen
why
anyone but you
little little one
Poetry here.
Re: Poetry Bin
William Wordsworth - My Heart Leaps Up
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky.
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
Samuel Alexander, Space, Time, and Deity, vol. II, Peter Smith 1979,(originally published in 1920), p. 46:
That being said, "natural piety" is a beautiful phrase.
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky.
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
Samuel Alexander, Space, Time, and Deity, vol. II, Peter Smith 1979,(originally published in 1920), p. 46:
If, however, the emergent entities admit of no explanation, if their emergence is a brute fact, then claims of emergence are open to the 'poof' objection. It would appear to be rather unbecoming of a hard-assed physicalist to simply announce that such-and-such has emerged when he can offer no explanation of how it has emerged. If interactionist dualists are supposed to be embarrassed by questions as to how mind and body interact, then emergentists are in a similar boat.The higher quality emerges from the lower level of existence and has its roots therein, but it emerges therefrom, and it does not belong to that lower level, but constitutes its possessor a new order of existent with its special laws of behaviour. The existence of emergent qualities thus described is something to be noted, as some would say, under the compulsion of brute empirical fact, or, as I would prefer to say in less harsh terms, to be accepted with the "natural piety" of the investigator. It admits no explanation.
That being said, "natural piety" is a beautiful phrase.
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Natural impropriety has it's charm too...
WARNING
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Jenny Joseph
WARNING
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Jenny Joseph
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Heaven is this moment
We are always in the center
not somewhere else
waiting to enter
The Eternal Now
is Timeless Space
The Infinite Thus
the universal pace
From Infant through Sage
seven disciplines to know
As Companions of God
seven steps each must go
Seven Ages
we’ll collectively grow
As flesh turns back to light
Seven Ethics will flow
Seven Heavens we Master
‘fore we get Jove’s nod
This climb we must make
up the stairway to God
Heaven One
Stone Age garden of Eden
innocent Infant born
the apple eaten
Heaven Two
Bronze Age astral of illusion
of Childhood chores
and playground profusion
Heaven Three
Neophyte’s Iron Age anvil
of Craftsmen and Scripture
fearing God and Devil
Heaven Four
Steel Age teens of rebel might
where expressions of Self
reach egotistical height
Heaven Five
Steward’s Estate
Nuclear Age key
to the Pearly Gate
Heaven Six
the Solar Age lover
of parental craft
and cherubs in clover
Heaven Seven
Cosmic Age of Compassion
abode of the Sage
of galactic persuasion
Heaven ’s Final Haven
a Void of penetration
fused in Black Holes
of sagacious concentration
Each polished Heaven
an evolutionary grace
where pilgrimages of the psyche
spiral through Space
We build them our Selves
as labors of Love
Holy offerings of art
to our Sun above
All Heavens are spun
from dreams of gold
each heaven a haven
as the Ages unfold
Chipped from Stone
Smelted in Bronze
Forged into Iron
Tempered to Steel
a Nuclear reaction
of Solar compassion
and Cosmic expression
Burst from the Cosmic Blast
images spiral in dance
mirroring our Self
in narcissistic glance
Ages of endeavor
brim God ’s goblet
with nectar’s flow
distilled from the sweat
that crowns our brow
Infant innocent
and Childish care
Pubertal pain
and Teenage dare
Steward’s Key
and Master scheme
all leading upwards
to a Sage ’s dream
Uniquely individualized
crystals evolving from coal
we’re critically integrated
with the Over Soul
A universe embodied
in each microcosm
every polished Being
expressing the macrocosm
Aging is a constituent process
taking each and all
from Infant’s innocence
to a Sage ’s call
As virgin souls age in Time
private lives gravitate
from family to clan
to a national state
Metamorphic transitions
of each maturing soul
that parallel the psyche
of the collective whole
We are always in the center
not somewhere else
waiting to enter
The Eternal Now
is Timeless Space
The Infinite Thus
the universal pace
From Infant through Sage
seven disciplines to know
As Companions of God
seven steps each must go
Seven Ages
we’ll collectively grow
As flesh turns back to light
Seven Ethics will flow
Seven Heavens we Master
‘fore we get Jove’s nod
This climb we must make
up the stairway to God
Heaven One
Stone Age garden of Eden
innocent Infant born
the apple eaten
Heaven Two
Bronze Age astral of illusion
of Childhood chores
and playground profusion
Heaven Three
Neophyte’s Iron Age anvil
of Craftsmen and Scripture
fearing God and Devil
Heaven Four
Steel Age teens of rebel might
where expressions of Self
reach egotistical height
Heaven Five
Steward’s Estate
Nuclear Age key
to the Pearly Gate
Heaven Six
the Solar Age lover
of parental craft
and cherubs in clover
Heaven Seven
Cosmic Age of Compassion
abode of the Sage
of galactic persuasion
Heaven ’s Final Haven
a Void of penetration
fused in Black Holes
of sagacious concentration
Each polished Heaven
an evolutionary grace
where pilgrimages of the psyche
spiral through Space
We build them our Selves
as labors of Love
Holy offerings of art
to our Sun above
All Heavens are spun
from dreams of gold
each heaven a haven
as the Ages unfold
Chipped from Stone
Smelted in Bronze
Forged into Iron
Tempered to Steel
a Nuclear reaction
of Solar compassion
and Cosmic expression
Burst from the Cosmic Blast
images spiral in dance
mirroring our Self
in narcissistic glance
Ages of endeavor
brim God ’s goblet
with nectar’s flow
distilled from the sweat
that crowns our brow
Infant innocent
and Childish care
Pubertal pain
and Teenage dare
Steward’s Key
and Master scheme
all leading upwards
to a Sage ’s dream
Uniquely individualized
crystals evolving from coal
we’re critically integrated
with the Over Soul
A universe embodied
in each microcosm
every polished Being
expressing the macrocosm
Aging is a constituent process
taking each and all
from Infant’s innocence
to a Sage ’s call
As virgin souls age in Time
private lives gravitate
from family to clan
to a national state
Metamorphic transitions
of each maturing soul
that parallel the psyche
of the collective whole
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True Rebels Don't Bitch
fear....
....stupidity
fear....
....stupidity
fear....
....stupidity
grow UP
the heights are eternal
fuck your mind
catch the cosmos
transcend your wants
your needs are fulfilled
fear...?
makes you stupid
follow the leader
blame everyone
....stupidity
it is all within
you
me
us
now....breathe
shut the fuck up!
listen....hear
truth is for all
not your 'concept'
asshole!
seek your paradise
don't be stupid
be authentic
open your gift
learn to be....
hush your mind
shut the fuck up
your words spill
milk gone sour
shut the fuck up
asshole
your buck stops here
with you
no blame
no shame
just alive
observe it
become it
no leaders
just you
now
forever
....tune in
....tune in
....tune in
rebels don't bitch
fear....
....stupidity
fear....
....stupidity
fear....
....stupidity
grow UP
the heights are eternal
fuck your mind
catch the cosmos
transcend your wants
your needs are fulfilled
fear...?
makes you stupid
follow the leader
blame everyone
....stupidity
it is all within
you
me
us
now....breathe
shut the fuck up!
listen....hear
truth is for all
not your 'concept'
asshole!
seek your paradise
don't be stupid
be authentic
open your gift
learn to be....
hush your mind
shut the fuck up
your words spill
milk gone sour
shut the fuck up
asshole
your buck stops here
with you
no blame
no shame
just alive
observe it
become it
no leaders
just you
now
forever
....tune in
....tune in
....tune in
rebels don't bitch
ORLANDO
RAIN SOAKED SHEETS
DANCING ROCK
I MAKE DECISIONS ALL WEEK SO AT THE WEEKEND I DONT HAVE TO
A WESTERN PERSON HAVING FUN WITH RICHES GALORE IN A LAND OF PLENTY
THINKING OF MONEY AND MAKING MONEY
WE SUPPORT LOCAL ARTISTS SAY THE MARRIOT HOTEL
PAINTINGS OF LOVE AND HIKING DON THE WALL
SELF EXPRESSION AND ME GENERATION PLAYS ITSELF OUT
I DRESS FOR YOU AND YOU FOR ME
AMERICA IS A SELF-PERPETUATING DREAM MACHINE
COFFEE ON TAP
WORKER'S MEDICINE
WORLD OF FOG AS LANGUAGE DICTATES
CREATE THE NEW FONT OF MIRRORED TOP WITH MIRRORED BOTTOM
DANCING ROCK
I MAKE DECISIONS ALL WEEK SO AT THE WEEKEND I DONT HAVE TO
A WESTERN PERSON HAVING FUN WITH RICHES GALORE IN A LAND OF PLENTY
THINKING OF MONEY AND MAKING MONEY
WE SUPPORT LOCAL ARTISTS SAY THE MARRIOT HOTEL
PAINTINGS OF LOVE AND HIKING DON THE WALL
SELF EXPRESSION AND ME GENERATION PLAYS ITSELF OUT
I DRESS FOR YOU AND YOU FOR ME
AMERICA IS A SELF-PERPETUATING DREAM MACHINE
COFFEE ON TAP
WORKER'S MEDICINE
WORLD OF FOG AS LANGUAGE DICTATES
CREATE THE NEW FONT OF MIRRORED TOP WITH MIRRORED BOTTOM
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stay safe little little one
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Sonofgloin
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Re: Poetry Bin
The sun did at last flicker it's erstwhile dance,
while we huddled cold and hungry but gifted by chance.
Twenty two of us sat in the stench and decay,
that humanity had created on that penultimate day.
From nations with tongues strange to my ears,
my twenty one bretherin mirrored my fears.
We sat and we watched and we wondered aloud,
but no answers nor murmers came from our crowd.
How from our billions we handful had come,
to be the very last, it is us save none.
We peered into the darkness of the humanless night,
electricity like commerce a historical site.
Why only we were gathered we could not digest,
and we asked each other why in tongues strange to the rest.
All my family and friends a memory now,
it is to these strangers my life must avow.
Our eyes raised to the heavens when a shape pierced the night,
the visitors have returned, their craft bathed in light.
Then an alien being from the craft did declare,
in a tongue that was foreign but abundantly clear.
You have been chosen the experiments run,
you eleven pair humans reared by this sun.
We planted the seed and had forgone the staff.
so now we are back to sort the wheat from the chalf.
In a single voice we cried why us,
we exhibit our product of worlds turned to dust.
What name shall we call you,
we asked trembling and grieved.
well you chose Jehovah for my grand uncle Steve.
Sonofgloin.
while we huddled cold and hungry but gifted by chance.
Twenty two of us sat in the stench and decay,
that humanity had created on that penultimate day.
From nations with tongues strange to my ears,
my twenty one bretherin mirrored my fears.
We sat and we watched and we wondered aloud,
but no answers nor murmers came from our crowd.
How from our billions we handful had come,
to be the very last, it is us save none.
We peered into the darkness of the humanless night,
electricity like commerce a historical site.
Why only we were gathered we could not digest,
and we asked each other why in tongues strange to the rest.
All my family and friends a memory now,
it is to these strangers my life must avow.
Our eyes raised to the heavens when a shape pierced the night,
the visitors have returned, their craft bathed in light.
Then an alien being from the craft did declare,
in a tongue that was foreign but abundantly clear.
You have been chosen the experiments run,
you eleven pair humans reared by this sun.
We planted the seed and had forgone the staff.
so now we are back to sort the wheat from the chalf.
In a single voice we cried why us,
we exhibit our product of worlds turned to dust.
What name shall we call you,
we asked trembling and grieved.
well you chose Jehovah for my grand uncle Steve.
Sonofgloin.
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Sonofgloin
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- Joined: Thu Apr 16, 2009 10:58 pm
- Location: seeking
Re: ORLANDO
Not bad at all Pluto.Pluto wrote:RAIN SOAKED SHEETS
DANCING ROCK
I MAKE DECISIONS ALL WEEK SO AT THE WEEKEND I DONT HAVE TO
A WESTERN PERSON HAVING FUN WITH RICHES GALORE IN A LAND OF PLENTY
THINKING OF MONEY AND MAKING MONEY
WE SUPPORT LOCAL ARTISTS SAY THE MARRIOT HOTEL
PAINTINGS OF LOVE AND HIKING DON THE WALL
SELF EXPRESSION AND ME GENERATION PLAYS ITSELF OUT
I DRESS FOR YOU AND YOU FOR ME
AMERICA IS A SELF-PERPETUATING DREAM MACHINE
COFFEE ON TAP
WORKER'S MEDICINE
WORLD OF FOG AS LANGUAGE DICTATES
CREATE THE NEW FONT OF MIRRORED TOP WITH MIRRORED BOTTOM
Re: Poetry Bin
22?Sonofgloin wrote:The sun did at last flicker it's erstwhile dance,
while we huddled cold and hungry but gifted by chance.
Twenty two of us sat in the stench and decay,
that humanity had created on that penultimate day.
From nations with tongues strange to my ears,
my twenty one bretherin mirrored my fears.
We sat and we watched and we wondered aloud,
but no answers nor murmers came from our crowd..
More than a squad
less than a platoon
But it does sound like the trenches
son.
Freeze
Frozen stiff
No job no prospects no chance
tax man on my back
been given a bill for 11 thousand
in the bank there's 900
How the fuck did I get here - am I really so stupid - so useless
See friends with everything - seem happy and see me as depressed, can't conform totally
What's wrong with me - am I communist in nature, do I see capitalism as degrading - what can I offer the market?
If I have a fundamental problem with a system that treats its citizens as dogs and kills easily abroad - how can I be expected to sponsor it, to support in any way their dead-end, dead-life policies, their friends running mega-size brain-washers designed to stunt growth through development - we must reduce the population
There must be something I'm good at, something I can do but what?
I turn on the box, read papers, watch films and see the shadows of dead souls fondling themselves - loving your gaze
Can I not put forward something genuine of real significance to counter this desert of a being
There is something on the horizon - its light is not bright but its there I know it is, in a way all I must do is make it bigger
A world as big as this can't be seen by just one man
No job no prospects no chance
tax man on my back
been given a bill for 11 thousand
in the bank there's 900
How the fuck did I get here - am I really so stupid - so useless
See friends with everything - seem happy and see me as depressed, can't conform totally
What's wrong with me - am I communist in nature, do I see capitalism as degrading - what can I offer the market?
If I have a fundamental problem with a system that treats its citizens as dogs and kills easily abroad - how can I be expected to sponsor it, to support in any way their dead-end, dead-life policies, their friends running mega-size brain-washers designed to stunt growth through development - we must reduce the population
There must be something I'm good at, something I can do but what?
I turn on the box, read papers, watch films and see the shadows of dead souls fondling themselves - loving your gaze
Can I not put forward something genuine of real significance to counter this desert of a being
There is something on the horizon - its light is not bright but its there I know it is, in a way all I must do is make it bigger
A world as big as this can't be seen by just one man
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Sonofgloin
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- Joined: Thu Apr 16, 2009 10:58 pm
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Re: Freeze
Pluto, another winner, you poor bastard. 
Re: Freeze
Find a rich widowPluto wrote:Frozen stiff
No job no prospects no chance
tax man on my back
been given a bill for 11 thousand
in the bank there's 900
How the fuck did I get here - am I really so stupid - so useless
See friends with everything - seem happy and see me as depressed, can't conform totally
What's wrong with me - am I communist in nature, do I see capitalism as degrading - what can I offer the market?
If I have a fundamental problem with a system that treats its citizens as dogs and kills easily abroad - how can I be expected to sponsor it, to support in any way their dead-end, dead-life policies, their friends running mega-size brain-washers designed to stunt growth through development - we must reduce the population
There must be something I'm good at, something I can do but what?
I turn on the box, read papers, watch films and see the shadows of dead souls fondling themselves - loving your gaze
Can I not put forward something genuine of real significance to counter this desert of a being
There is something on the horizon - its light is not bright but its there I know it is, in a way all I must do is make it bigger
A world as big as this can't be seen by just one man
spend half her dead capitalist's money
and send the rest to me
Re: Poetry Bin
Cheers to both of you for your comments but it's just a poem, not real life.
Re: Poetry Bin
MAN OF CLOTH
WRAPPED IN LIFE
KNOWS NOT WHAT IS
SO CREATES WHAT ISN'T
IN ORDER TO SURVIVE
WRAPPED IN LIFE
KNOWS NOT WHAT IS
SO CREATES WHAT ISN'T
IN ORDER TO SURVIVE