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Re: Poetry here.

Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2019 7:06 pm
by Eodnhoj7

Re: Poetry here.

Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2019 3:05 pm
by attofishpi
The Last Judgement of Entropy

Gaze upon,
this listless,
whose ripples,
form a sin wave.
Owe Son!
Where to which,
to wave and gaze,
about to confirm,
life's grandest,
As I am Peter,
and here upon,
you are judged,
from whence it,
No place for blame,
no time to B_lame.
a lesser place,
not for you,
and your,
You weathered,
the storm,
but whether or not,
your maker's mark,
and all your tales,
of life and throng,
too much to tell?
Yet Peter shall,
heal and,
he'll put upon,
you a bone,
a memory that,
never fails.
Your tell tale sign,
of which,
To grow a tail,
for your,
life's wrong.
No longer wo/man,
so suck off,
you, ewe and yew!
Eat from the tree,
after sin,
and lose,
your soul,
to anothers kin.
Once could,
have been in,
our Lord's kin,
but now you're,
just another,
beast below.
Yes you'll bellow,
on judgement of,
being energy,
to entropy.
Too late for sorry...
Bark up the Tree of Know_Ledge,

Re: Poetry here.

Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2019 6:41 am
by attofishpi
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She didn't wanna be, she didn't wanna know
She couldn't run away cause she was crazy
She gave it all away, she saw her baby break
And in the air it hung that she was dull razors
And I said, I wanna fill you up, I wanna break you, I wanna give you up
From one another, another one should come to one another
No one should come between us
Still I was lonely, and she was by my side, my one and only
Knows that she could never hide
I couldn't feel her, and it was just a game, cause I was lonely and she was crazy
Rat-tat-tat, ka boo boom, now take that, and just a bit of this
Cause I'm a watcher, and I'm a doer of none
Come to save you, 'cause you're all mine
I hurt where I can't feel, I feel where I can't hurt
I know where I can't know, I bleed for me and mine
Ka-boom, a rat-tat-tat, and some good ole bliss
Cause I'm a sister, and I'm a motherfuck
I am made of shamrocks, I am made of stern stuff
I am never enough, I am the forgotten child
And I said I wanna fill you up, I wanna break you, I wanna give you up
From one another, no one should ever come
In between us, between us and our love
Mary had a little lamb, her face was white as snow
And everywhere that Mary went I was sure to go
Now Mary's got a problem, and Mary's not a stupid girl
Mary's got some deep shit, and Mary does not forget
And this is how Mary's garden grows, and this is how Mary has her ghosts
And into the eyes of the Jackyl I say ka-boom
Now we begin descent, to where we've never been
There is no going back, this wasn't meant to last
This is a hell on earth, we are meant to serve
And she will never learn
Bye bye, baby goodbye

..there is no covenant.

Re: Poetry here.

Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2019 8:53 pm
by Eodnhoj7
"The Hanging Man"

The snow cuts deep within night,
A torrent of broken glass,
Unspent thoughts of a dying race.

Running through half frozen mud,
The flashing storm the only light
During the climb up the skull.

Right eye blinded by blood,
The wood lacerating my back,
Climbing to my own death.

Hung on that great tree,
That great boundary between stories.

Men in raven masks cackle below:
"Insanity! Let him save himself or die."

Dancing below, passing my flesh one to another.
Moving in circles woven circles.

"We know this!", they point to fire,
Tension of their hand.

Crucified in burning darkness
Arms stretched out; perches for owls.

Echoes of "hoo" from the one
Tremors of "wno?" from the other.

Stairing into roaring flame below
It is aware of itself, seeing being as is.

It comes from nothing,
From in between forms

The sky is tearing under blasphemous roars
Stitching it together under shrieking symbols

A storm approaches as this fails,
Upon it is a revelation of ravens and crows.

Strike the spider with a fell knee,
but its webs strangle the throat.

The God weeps upon this sight:

Multitudes within multitudes climbing a pyramid,
Achilles cowers under a torrent of blood and limbs.

The dragon circles above, watching all against all,
A desperate battle to reach the star above.

Hide within your mind, within the ruins of a city,
The disc overhead watching.

Everything becomes replicating images,
Senses of self folding into new being.

Fragmented as a thousand forms,
Yet always the same picture.

Age becomes many youths,
New lifes followed by new deaths.

A false omnipresence under the same patterns,
Repeating in continual variation.

Re: Poetry here.

Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2020 3:39 pm
by doolhoofd
A friend of mine did a reading of the poem I posted above:

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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2020 10:03 pm
by Luxin
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Re: Far Away But Very Near An Ageless Kitten Sat

Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2020 10:37 am
by Dubious
Luxin wrote: Sat Aug 22, 2020 10:03 pm Far away but very near
An ageless Kitten sat;
Very cute with tender paws
And an ageless Kitten's hat;
He was a god, lived in a cave,
Now angels, fancy that!

Cute little meows he meowed all day;
He did not need to play;
He filled the cave with tiny meows,
Very near but far away.

Far away but very near
Walked a young man who was lost;
In his dreams he turned and tossed;
His every move came at a cost.

He wander-ed alone in deserts
For fully forty years;
He paid for a turbulent life
With a million tears.

He knew he had a loving heart
And that another was somewhere;
His best was just not good enough,
Now he was dying in the rough.

Far away but very near
His ageless Kitten mewed
As if the Cat did cry to him
"I'm here you crazy dude!"

The man he knew something was up;
He stopped and listened here --
He heard a cry right inside him,
Very far but very near.

In stillness now he hears his Friend,
Who keeps him right on track;
For Kitten-Master and His slave
There is no turnng back.

It was most def-i-nite-ly queer
That far away was very near!

This is an excellent poem of a kind not often written. I have read it a number of times and expect to make it one I'll read more often. It's all so very metaphorical, that which is "very near but far away". The kitten's meow is the independent voice inside oneself emanating from the caves of the mind as something eventually heard in the full light of consciousness to which it may first appear alien. When that happens it's as if a dimension or awareness were added to the psyche of which one was previously unaware in spite of always existing within. Such is usually accompanied by the shock of realization being one of expansion as if having crossed a barrier from the inside out. Trauma is often the catalyst for such an event.

Anyways, that's how I more or less interpret it.

Btw, it looks to me the cat isn't too happy!

Re: Poetry here.

Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2020 4:05 am
by Luxin
Swan is quiet now,
sitting on the shore
of Lake Manasarovar
at the feet of Ram.

He'd had a dramatic flurry
of wing stretches, head bobs,
swanny notes and trumpets,
and short low flights.

It's now time to be silent,
separating milk from water
and nibbling on pearls.