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i thank you all for stopping by and placing these pieces of art for me to mentally amble through. i truly enjoyed the reads.
Posted: 6/26/2008 3:59:22 PM
|Tuck’d away in a picture|
Captured in graphics.
It’s an artistic conundrum.
It reminds us of what was.
The acid rains upon the
Aren’t the last graphics
To capture us.
The intellectual auxin we
And cross pollinate.
The day’s lengths can wax
Everbloom and return.
The fruitflies will soon
Perish, for lack of
Oxygen. I have besprayed
The intellectual fungicide;
The wildflowers of depression
Shall soon subside. This is
Just another dimension…
Elemental and untamed thoughts…
Weeds of illusion which breed
Death… but the intellectual
Architect is atman. The steel
Cage melts. Vertigo approaches.
We spin. Vigor germinates
Throughout circuits of the mind.
The sambhoga-kayaa thus
Rejuvenates. The air is fresh
Again. Climb back upon the
Landscape of creativity. Shatter
The impassivity. Embrace again
The hermetic magic. Allow
The image frequencies to resurrect.
Reignite the lamp of art.
Feel the life-force of poesy.
Love is magick.
Thinking is magick.
The brain is a necklace.
Upon which are diamonds.
Links to the other world.
Posted: 6/26/2008 5:16:52 PM
|Lost in illusion a polished mind|
Totally entrapped for one to find
Memories sway to yesteryear
Time of peace and absent fear
Feelings tend to the invincible
Broken down to the inevitable
Impervious to capture time
Lost and lonely seeking sublime
Back to the world of reality
To battle time so fiercely
To end the day and start again
Lost and lonely seeking Zen
Posted: 6/27/2008 8:55:56 PM
|^^^ it is forever a pleasure to read your work, triplebp. i thank you for placing this here in the thread.|
Posted: 6/28/2008 12:48:51 PM
I take solace here.
Posted: 6/28/2008 10:09:45 PM
|that is a beautiful thing to hear.^^^|
this is what we all need. somewhere that we can just realx. if only for a moment.
i thank you for saying such things, triplebp.
Posted: 6/28/2008 10:17:57 PM
from heart the Upanishads
I’ve come. I’m the Veda of
existence; I give unto thee light;
I give unto thee breath.
I’m the first to blossom out
of darkness. I was first
benighted with splinters;
but unalienable rights were
bestowed upon me. Thus, I’m
the glorification of the gods;
I’m the Bhagavad Gita’s
Secret; I’m the holy bible;
I’m God, the vault without
sphinxly unlock. Tell of an
adventure the not of me present.
It’s impossible! I am all;
in all, through all, the
connector of all molecules,
the particles of illumination,
the father of Satan. I’m the
unpaved streets lurking in
the shadows. I’m the chains
rattling upon the ghost. I’m
the banshee in the attic;
the impetus of the last thought,
which bankrupt the mind. I’m
Bethlehem; the fall and rise
of the son of man; the sword
which pierced through my very
soul; I’m the hearts which wax
strong in spirit. Tell of an
adventure the not of me present.
The rosemary I was there to
pray to. I appeared to Moses.
I granted Joshua the consecration
To kill. I love the murderer;
The sinner is my first creation.
The moon was but a thought.
Jesus was but a dream.
Buddha was but a vision; and
Zoroaster was but me in
the Flesh. Tell of an adventure
the not of me present. I am
the wiccan; the root of the book
of shadows; the reason the wizard
sees. I was eyewitness to the fall
of man. I put in motion that
very fall. I am Mary, the
father Messiah. I am everything!
Posted: 6/28/2008 11:11:26 PM
|The artist penned his anger,|
python grip smothering
the toxic drips, one by one
oozing blots escape clutches,
frantic shapes shifting
haunting the canvas ,
mixing venom and ink,
Posted: 6/28/2008 11:56:20 PM
|indeed, mandrake. more to ponder upon. more to decode. i thank you for dropping in.|
Posted: 6/29/2008 9:03:57 AM
|the tears that slid|
down that beautiful red-skin
in my hands
burning holes to my soul
but not in heart
as our father was pulled away from those fields
given different eyes
is it any wonder
that so many are lost
looking for the wrong guy
and u did too
I send hugs
across the years
in the place of tears
Posted: 6/29/2008 2:13:57 PM
|The Prophet sat, |
and I sat with him,
waiting for answers
finally he spoke
"I have no answers for you!"
"you must go now,
be on your way!"
and he pointed
"the journey is long,
and you still may not find
the answers you seek,
but you will learn
the right questions to ask!"
Posted: 6/30/2008 1:39:45 PM
i thank you both for placing these writes here. i truly enjoy reading them.
Posted: 6/30/2008 6:47:50 PM
|Like the bucketheads said|
"These sounds fall into my mind"
and with them
and thus came images
and from the stories came more
and the cycle has continued
on and on, to the break of
you get the idea
we aren't the sole creators
products of the ones
who came before
remember the sounds
and use the images they create
"Let me clear my throat"
so I can emit
the new style
before I become
Posted: 6/30/2008 11:25:58 PM
Loved those words Render! lol I think I have been awhile!
Guess it is all good , happens to us all!
Except for those exceptionally gifted! lol
Mind is lost
Lost in something
What it is ...
never going anywhere
Getting deeper into
Who knows ?
Who am I?
Damn me ...
and damn my perception
Lost in endless blue of water
creeping ; crawling
I remember ...when I swam!
Now I creep...
Now I crawl...
Metamorphisis of a female
Lost and lonely...
Solid , strong
Demands too much of a world so wrong!
Deaf and stupid; yes I am
To all the mind games playin' here
I do demand something good and real!
I don't ever get it ; there comes my Hell!
So I sit and contemplate
Life and all its words on fire
Promises left to bring desire
More than I can handle;
yet I try with all my might
Someday something may
turn out just ...Right!
Posted: 7/1/2008 2:34:25 AM
|My hand transcends cascading|
The motion sheltered navigating
Polished lines within epidermis
Strongly soft of absent nervous
Movements slight immortal currents
Strong and confident of pure endurance
Profoundly motivated by lustful pleasure
Benevolently taken by nothing measured
Whisked away to mind’s transcend
To get lost before the very end
Exploding immensely caressing craze
Vanished and broken substantial haze
Holding her gently in twisted mass
Hoping time will never pass
Posted: 7/2/2008 4:42:12 AM
|the gospel according to Saint John|
11.He came unto his own, and his own received him not
5.And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not
But at the same time to treat others without regard to their feelings INNNNNEXCUSABLE
It wasn’t me looking for a wife
Polygamy is your forte
You are the worst kind of statue in obeisance
Denying the living
Crossing over the border of woman
You are stonecold core wanker (colloquial language)
I only ask God to forgive me
For the revulsion I feel
You I don’t need; I wanted
A real man with honesty
Before I sat down to file my claws
20.And he confessed, and denied not; but confessed, I am not the Christ
Infinity No….There was a woman sent from God, whose name was unknown
the angels keep playing with me
denying me access to my wanton address
I think I never forgot how to pluck....
thank you J... for giving me shelter in abstract ... xxx
Posted: 7/2/2008 10:49:52 AM
|i truly love the expressions herein. |
every voice is loud within the inner ear. i thank you each!
Posted: 7/2/2008 11:38:33 AM
|Bare white feet outstretch under dark lake water|
Wild Purple-Blue flowers stretching tall
Along a winding highway in the North
Thick northern trees extending and widening
In spurts between the farmlands
Wild geese flocking to green pastures
While dark storm clouds are rolling in
Heavy rains fall from the heavens
The sun breaking through as the clouds keep moving
Taking with them the cold dark rain
The air smells like burnt raindrops and asphalt
As rainbow ends unravel down to the lake
Bare white feet finding relief on the shoreline
While two trout are raping a female
The water is splashing and the air smells like living.
Posted: 7/3/2008 11:23:53 AM
|^poetic artistry! it so inspires. i truly cherish what i see in us all. |
we are constantly evolving... witnessing the manifestation of pieces of ourself.
Posted: 7/4/2008 5:39:31 PM
|Wonder, Inquiry and Contempt|
A bundle of modalities I
Am; drifting through the
Spirit; embracing every
Emotion of the soul. In
These moments of clarity,
Encoded realities manifest;
I can see god via unraveled
Fragments of the self. How
Soon the sensory storehouse
Is depleted! How rapidly new
Information is encoded! We
Speak of dancing. We speak
Of walking. But rarely do
We speak of floating! Are
We not floaters, wafters of
Vague dimensions? If instincts
Are genetically organized, how
Is it I hold us accountable! How
Is it I learn to despise
For being human! But smiles
That bleed poison we are; subject
To automatic behavior; conditioned
Unto the valley of scorn. How
Is it the mirror has not become
Vomit? Tell me, is there a such
Thing as shame! And if behavior
Is reinforced, who is to blame!
Uneducated and thus impudent,
Abhorring those who are informed!
Why not embrace the wise? Why
Not pull out a pen and pad and thus
Reeducate the mind! Why not
Praise the living for the mistakes of
The dead! Touch once again the
Explicit. Rekindle that curiosity of
The child. Become elasticity! How
Often has a child fallen and never
Laughed again! And if it’s unlearned,
Fukk you for trying to rid me of it!
Fukk you for trying to kill me!
And fukk you for hating me!
And fukk you for not believing in me.
I see god via the
I’m therein intellectually
Shedding tears. Why do rains
Suddenly fall? What is the
Stimulus of insight? And if
God does not exist, what is
That constant leap of the
Heart? What is that unique
Presence which befuddles the
Senses? What were those sober
Experiences? People would first
Discount experience, the
Unexplainable, before penetrating
The unseen. Energy, the cause of
Existence. Mystery, the power of
Faith. Dogs depend on the senses.
Are we not better than dogs!
Spontaneous recovery has awaken
Spirit. And only memory traces
Are left in the aftermath. Thus,
I have no evidence to give. But
Neither does the love we hoped
For. Amazing how that sought is
More compelling than that felt.
We are bundles of stored experiences.
Conditioned Emotional Responses,
Desperately mutilating the essence of
Humanity. Feel nothing! Ignore
Physiological arousal! Become
The antithesis of sensations! Obey
The man full of regrets. Become the
Duplicate failure. Now we too can
Believe in nothing and thus regret
Our existence. The late learning of
Our infatuation. The misdirection of
Our thoughts. The false concretized.
The root consecration of suffering.
And we dare blame another!
The ultimate deception!
The seed of destruction!
Fukk you for breathing!
Posted: 7/4/2008 5:49:26 PM
|A belief in nothing,|
is not a belief,
it is the lack
or face assimilation,
into a nation,
those who love
having their toes done
Posted: 7/4/2008 5:51:51 PM
|you capture the twist, i love that. |
i thank you mandrake. you have given the pond life.
i wish everyone would return and do the same.
Posted: 7/7/2008 8:17:56 PM
* Got hit with an interesting image, thought I'd share it. Hope it shows up correctly when I post it!
Posted: 7/9/2008 9:39:28 AM
|^^^^ very creative. |
i thank you for placing it here.
Posted: 7/13/2008 3:58:03 AM
|Does it matter which career I choose?|
From being a policewoman to a nurse
Then becoming a mental aid…
Oi got papers to prove
Am a fully fledged psychiatric
With disabilities for
I vow I can write your mind
Multi lingual if you please
I’d rather be a councillor
Sitting on a bench
I believe I finally have the right
To choose life or death
Unfortunately or providentially
The angels smiled
Wrapping me in pink ribbons
These breasts are to God’s likening?
Allowing me to be called with the prefix of Judge
With any other name you deem original
I rest my case
Let me defer to the Highest Court
For am Woman
There’s no reason
Or recuse in being a loving
Only heaven left to rest my dd bra
Over my living body until my final breathe
I’ll scream humans stink
Am finally glad I feel like an alien
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