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| The beginning of the end......
Posted: 3/4/2008 11:34:58 AM | I've known the unknown
We've hung out once before
As I sat blissfully wearing my ignorance
It appeared dutifully at my door.
We had an unspoken appointment
That I knew nothing of
So I invited him in, became drunk on spirits,
Then wandered about......surrounding myself with "love."
I borrowed some shades from the unknown
for the future was Oh So bright
Became excited, joined in the celebration,
Made more unaware of my present plight.
So we danced on into the evening
A bit more than 2 score months time.
I couldn't hear the ending.
My soul began bending,
Faintly whispering................"when this is done the glory will be mine."
Ash
(am i correct in interpreting "abstract rythms" as either the rhythm that is abstract or ideas that are abstract set to whatever rhythm you'd like?) | |
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| The beginning of the end......
Posted: 3/4/2008 3:08:19 PM | ..a Process
sunsets of self defense
dionysian cowardice
socratic phenomenon of fear
enquiry killed the tragedy
anarchic sickness
tabula rosas bringing
serene satisfaction | |
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| The beginning of the end......
Posted: 3/4/2008 4:20:19 PM | Cloaked and daggered,
in cellophane capes,
salt and pepper images
in fraudulent visions,
spectres of ungraced
alliegance,
pledging holyness
in mortal formations,
adorns victims
with the
halo of thorns. | |
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| The beginning of the end......
Posted: 3/4/2008 4:50:54 PM | When the sun sets upon our eyes
The journey starts beyond all ties
Forming distant place and time
A brilliant journey…such sublime
A fonder, greater, gentler, plain
Tempered souls forever unchained
Memories locked and stored within
Your body floats with shedding skin
Shedding darkness your spirit consoles
And fondly gathers with happy souls
Protected in solace bonds of infinity
Form endless bounds for all eternity
Yes...Joshua if you think about it…your memories have always been with you. Your intuition, urges and instinct just to mention a few are your old memories. | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 1505 | |
| The beginning of the end......
Posted: 3/4/2008 7:41:16 PM | I dance
sweating, writhing to the beat
feeling something arcane
ancient
I am lifted, transported to a bonfire
surrounded by pre-historic drums
side-by-side with ancestors I never knew
welcomed
we gyrate in unison
thumping out the rhythm
calling upon our spirit animals
ancient gods themselves
and we dance our tribute
paying homage to that which they created
this beat
this sound in my ears
and I am one with it | |
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 1506 | |
| The beginning of the end......
Posted: 3/4/2008 7:46:45 PM | Sunlight ceases
Moons gleam
Righteous Men
redeem
What left of the
stars and the sky
search
one place
to die
Dreams
relieve
many grieve
Tradgedy
lives
mourns
Lives
One bright
sun
shelters
pain
become
one
soul
smiles | |
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| Bugs Upon Reaching the Light a.k.a: dead bugs in a lamp shade
Posted: 3/6/2008 8:20:17 PM | Brizo. Indeed! I’ll follow with a word beginning with B in the next expression for sure.
But I do want to comment firstly on your above poem.
We speak of reality… such a difficult, elusive, and at times fully embracive property of the mind. And still, since we can’t concretize the “whatness” of IT, we are still in search for that that we have previously experienced. Nevertheless, there are the few, in comparison to that of the mainstream, who are forsooth at one with the sublime components of reality. And still, it could be a dream within a dream and so forth. That said, I truly enjoyed the poem.
Happy Durga.
In Truth—through the One, death shall too die. This is a noble truth.
Through the art of yogic applications, we aim to deplete the appetites. This too, is a noble truth.
It’s the goddess in you that has exposed to us such depth of the conscious-unconscious understandings.
Both of these poems truly resonate that of truths of the upper chakras.
Ash.I.Am.
“(am i correct in interpreting "abstract rythms" as either the rhythm that is abstract or ideas that are abstract set to whatever rhythm you'd like?)”
Yes. You are most correct. It’s the indirect expression of one thing substituted by the expression of another.
With that said, I truly felt this poem.
“I've known the unknown
We've hung out once before
As I sat blissfully wearing my ignorance
It appeared dutifully at my door.”
The above lines are enlightening. This poem could be viewed, as all poems can, from many different perspectives. But I immediately thought of enlightenment, incarnation, spirit-visitation, and the meditative states of transcendence.
Indeed! The entire poem is inspirationally spiritual.
Drea922.
..a Process
sunsets of self defense
dionysian cowardice
socratic phenomenon of fear
enquiry killed the tragedy
anarchic sickness
tabula rosas bringing
serene satisfaction
A process indeed! From illusion (maya), to hedonist refuge, to philosophic enquiry, to the release from the “tragedy”, to the depths of the soul, to rebirthing the “Blank” slate, therefrom establishing the new, and finally to tranquility and calmness of the turbulent self (atman). Triumphant indeed!
Mandrake.
“Cloaked and daggered,
in cellophane capes,
salt and pepper images
in fraudulent visions,
spectres of ungraced
alliegance,
pledging holyness
in mortal formations,
adorns victims
with the
halo of thorns.”
Terse and quite acidic! So many allusions! And I wonder if we ever saw what really occurred therein.
TripleBp.
From birth, to the dawning of light, to the continuance of the commissioned journey! And we move slowly through the cycle, awakening in subtle degrees.
“Your intuition, urges and instinct just to mention a few are your old memories.”
This is a profound thought, Bp.
Render.
“I am lifted, transported to a bonfire
surrounded by pre-historic drums
side-by-side with ancestors I never knew”
“this beat
this sound in my ears
and I am one with it”
The above reached out to me. It’s amazing where the mind can take us. And I wonder: Are expressions of this magnitude a reflection of Truth speaking to us in the disguise of what we refuse to fully grasp?
Mmmmmy.
The soul’s journey is a long one. And it is said that some refuse to awaken when reborn. That is, the new born refuses to remember. Thus, the soul inflicts itself with many woes in order to awaken the inner spirit. That is to say, some only are able to awaken through the lot of psychical pains. And then the bliss comes. | |
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| Bugs Upon Reaching the Light a.k.a: dead bugs in a lamp shade
Posted: 3/6/2008 8:35:39 PM | there's been a twist of orange
spiraled circle round crescent
balanced she and he
Me and Thee
rocked us like water under fire
like the flood oozed forth from earth
the alligator is loose
swimming with tail pumping
eyes locked on depths
teeth exposed with its crying
reaching by allowing
the coil
release from its hollow cave
and ascend to green heights
we bring our lust to
the altar of the heart
breath receives Lover's cries
Our dancing from firmament
Our movement to grace
wet, enlocked, liberated and
rocking
for samadhi, shanti and OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
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Naive and Witty... I wanted to honor the lower triangle, that so feeds us and brings us to our beginnings and our endings... thank you for inspiring me, these words flow freely every time I come here to visit you and these beautiful, soul-full poets. Yes, thank you for your karma yoga. | |
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| Bugs Upon Reaching the Light a.k.a: dead bugs in a lamp shade
Posted: 3/6/2008 10:04:25 PM | Our feet tired and fettered
Struggle constantly
To step out of conformity
Mindless of the land
An abundance of unknown fruits
We covet with convention
Ignoring the window of free will
The island of thought becoming an oasis
Of beguiling mistruths
Rhetoric codes
Deciphered not
By those who lead us
It’s time to break free
And use our own translation
Something akin to the true meaning of
Poets dreamers philosophers tablets
Held high to break the sound
Of crashing cymbals
As our consciousness dances in its purest form
Wading bare feet we are baptized
Inside the invisible circle
Where freedom grows diversity. | |
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| Bugs Upon Reaching the Light a.k.a: dead bugs in a lamp shade
Posted: 3/7/2008 1:39:08 PM | We are with courage,
We Poets who esteem
words and entrust mystery
with syllables heard in Babble-onian
accents, like echoes and bullets
rippling, hitting the mark or
skipping a few beats
like Our hearts when these
letters capture Essence for
fleeting moments in our heads
without sound or
in our houses with breath. | |
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| Bugs Upon Reaching the Light a.k.a: dead bugs in a lamp shade
Posted: 3/8/2008 9:46:33 AM | | N&W, thanks...sometimes I'm just boggled by perception...take a mud puddle for instance, it will mean two different things to an ant, and a human...and yet, it is the same mud puddle...the ant may or may not be aware of the placement of the puddle in the overall scheme of things...and the human could be observed by something much larger, completely unaware of the smallness of it's own existence.... | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 1514 | |
| Bugs Upon Reaching the Light a.k.a: dead bugs in a lamp shade
Posted: 3/8/2008 10:48:21 AM | Something brizo just wrote about got me to thinking, so I decided to put it out there.
- Size -
I tumble through Time and Space
carried on by the will of something
whose magnitude I cannot comprehend
Tossed about by the workings and manipulation
of a wisdom that I trust and love beyond
the scope of my own perceptions
I am small, insignificant
in the face of such
power
And yet, I have free will
I choose to be and do
and in the choosing I become a catalyst
Adding to this great and awesome entity
I affect those around me
for good or ill
I am enormous
my mere presence adds ripples on the pond
In this, I become the universe | |
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| Bugs Upon Reaching the Light a.k.a: dead bugs in a lamp shade
Posted: 3/8/2008 11:42:12 AM | Practical Primate
on the fringes of a shared reality
where its as often a monkey with a man
as a man with a monkey
the haze of imperfection hides its face
in your dreams of ever getting better
its enough to make you wander
i can believe in anything that works
or until the bill screams out "duck"
cost isn't a factor til it is
paid for by a loss of whatever you undervalue
til its walking away in another pocket
or on another's arm
funny how that isnt
an open eye sees more than you know
shows how much energy judgement eats
tools left idle do a Disney dance around
thats an image people pay for
laughs are like that...expensive by choice
never by accident
building blocks of budding concepts
no way to run a circus into town
who tries harder the clowns or the acrobats?
the wire walker looks down on us all
he owns the moment
isnt that the goal or just the best way
to get another banana | |
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| Bugs Upon Reaching the Light a.k.a: dead bugs in a lamp shade
Posted: 3/8/2008 12:00:16 PM | written in my early high school years.......it's one of my favorites that I have ever written, ....probably b/c it was the beginning of the end and the beginning of an awakening of sorts....written following a very vivid dream I had......(guess i just needed to "set that up" so as not to be possibly misunderstood by anyone)...
23 "blacks", 16 mexicans, and me
they've got guns
next thing I know
everybody runs
except one
who lies on the ground, covered in blood
blood in his shirt
blood in his hair,
what has happened to this man
lying there?
I look in my hand and I am
holding a gun.
Am I what has caused this man to die?
Am I what has caused everyone to run? | |
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| Bugs Upon Reaching the Light a.k.a: dead bugs in a lamp shade
Posted: 3/8/2008 10:23:44 PM | great piece ash
I look into Josh's thread every now and then. When I see something I like, I usually tell that person in some way.
this shows some self revelation that is obviously sometimes "mis-understood"
but what a great place to learn about ourselves
keep looking, and writing | |
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 1518 | |
| Insightful Soul...
Posted: 3/13/2008 10:17:36 AM |   J. my friend you amaze me always with your perception and awesome annihalation of our misery of words! You shine!
Deaf to tuberous words or song
left to wander here too long
someone wants to read my mind
want to tell him...
lifes not kind!
Let me dance in poison ivy
like the last 20 yrs I saunterd thru
gaze at stars and preach to me
lift me up
my ass is glue
not to mention my poor mind
holding on...
matter of time!
Timeless minutes free
at last
can I even get a gasp
grasp at what this life is...
now?
Let me go and get a drink
Love is simple
life is hard
Damn if ya hate me
get outta my
backyard!
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| Insightful Soul...
Posted: 3/15/2008 5:15:33 AM | Hi Joshua, hope you're doing well!
Open and close
My body opens and closes
My mind's open and closed
My soul can open and close
Closing in like walls caving in
Sometimes for reflection
Sometimes it's destructive
The feeling is so small
Opening up, so vast and expansive
Every particle of soul releases
and attaches
onto everything it can touch | |
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| Insightful Soul...
Posted: 3/15/2008 6:14:49 AM | People everywhere,
moving in robotic motion,
as if marching
to a silent rhythm.
and I,
like the mime in a box,
visible, yet disconnected,
looking for a way out. | |
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| Insightful Soul...
Posted: 3/15/2008 6:27:11 AM | 2 + 2 equals four,
maybe once, but
not anymore,
if delusion
and self dialogue,
equals some form of
phsychiatric disorder,
then, I think
it is safe to say,
that I am always
in good company!
my own! | |
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Posted: 3/15/2008 5:45:26 PM | via
the transcendence of buddhi
cometh the grasp of Atman.
though they wisheth upon Us
to believe in the mentalisms of Can’t…
but Me burn in flames Detached from
the incarnation of the Gunas….
if only Avidya knew of
how far removed I Am from
his infection… maybe in
this, Ignorance couldeth at
once break free…. Me dream,
Me vision!
so much aflame in heart The
vibrations therein juxtaposed
via the daisychain of Kinetic
forces Burningout the Universes
of Karman…. How couldeth now
Me be the one to renounce the
Truth which hath become Me!
In whose honor would this Be
Warranted?
but a glint of descried expression via
kinesics, Or the tone of the fox
shadowed in the blank stare of
the sheep, Or Me-guru the Mongoose
prepare’n in Me the strike of the
venom… whatsoever it Be-eth,
we are forever warned. | |
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Posted: 3/15/2008 6:00:39 PM | NAW ... It is very good to see you ... thank you for your words.
Peace be with you brother.  123 | |
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Posted: 3/15/2008 6:08:43 PM | HappyDurga….
I am dearly astounded by it all. You radiate in waves of energy that explodes on impact.
Drea22…. Maybe it’s me in you and you in me. Maybe this is what we see. So reflecting inwardly, permitted that I could reflect outwardly a reflection of us that in actuality, is one.
Autumn….
“Our feet tired and fettered
Struggle constantly
To step out of conformity
Mindless of the land
An abundance of unknown fruits
We covet with convention
Ignoring the window of free will
The island of thought becoming an oasis
Of beguiling mistruths
Rhetoric codes
Deciphered not
By those who lead us
It’s time to break free
And use our own translation
Something akin to the true meaning of
Poets dreamers philosophers tablets
Held high to break the sound
Of crashing cymbals
As our consciousness dances in its purest form
Wading bare feet we are baptized
Inside the invisible circle
Where freedom grows diversity.”
^^^Simply enthralling!
Brizo….
“N&W, thanks...sometimes I'm just boggled by perception...take a mud puddle for instance, it will mean two different things to an ant, and a human...and yet, it is the same mud puddle...the ant may or may not be aware of the placement of the puddle in the overall scheme of things...and the human could be observed by something much larger, completely unaware of the smallness of it's own existence....”
How true this is. And we are forever making distinctions… of which we perceive to be the only truth… inclusive of all truths.
Render…
“I tumble through Time and Space
carried on by the will of something
whose magnitude I cannot comprehend
Tossed about by the workings and manipulation
of a wisdom that I trust and love beyond
the scope of my own perceptions
I am small, insignificant
in the face of such
power
And yet, I have free will
I choose to be and do
and in the choosing I become a catalyst
Adding to this great and awesome entity
I affect those around me
for good or ill
I am enormous
my mere presence adds ripples on the pond
In this, I become the universe”
Wow! ^^^ Truly in spirit! It must be!
Transcend….
I love the twist that you besprinkle in your writes.
They are always a pleasure to read.
I once read that we should never become so attached as to lose touch with the playful side of our inherent natures.
I believe that you keep this in heart.
Ash I Am….
“23 "blacks", 16 mexicans, and me
they've got guns
next thing I know
everybody runs
except one
who lies on the ground, covered in blood
blood in his shirt
blood in his hair,
what has happened to this man
lying there?
I look in my hand and I am
holding a gun.
Am I what has caused this man to die?
Am I what has caused everyone to run?”
^^^there’s a lot going on here. A lot to decode indeed!
Hey Intense. It’s good to see you again.
Mmmmmy….
Life is composed of much mystery.
But healing is composed of much wisdom.
Jesyka….
“Open and close
My body opens and closes
My mind's open and closed
My soul can open and close
Closing in like walls caving in
Sometimes for reflection
Sometimes it's destructive
The feeling is so small
Opening up, so vast and expansive
Every particle of soul releases
and attaches
onto everything it can touch”
^^^^^^^^^^this is cyclic and indicative of our nature.
A true aphorism! One that touches the core of it all!
Mandrake….
The detached observer you are. And I believe that you have already broken free. | |
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Posted: 3/15/2008 6:13:27 PM | | 123, I thank you for such positive and reinforcing energy. | |
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