| ruminations
Posted: 8/20/2008 5:44:09 PM | | ^^^^ i do not mind at all. and often it's more than a riddle. and your correct... within mirrors we all exist. some see the journey, and oppose to telling, we usually wish, nay, demand, that others become conscious unto it as well. that is, what's given to you, you will never cherish, but what you experience and undergo becomes an inveterate part of who you are... moving you into deeper realms of spiritual manifestation. the seek is forever edged foward. we have no choice in the matter. and once you are firmly established upon the journey for Truth, you realize that without constant agitation and riddle, development is virtually impossible. moreover, the seeker is forever attempting to explain something that is real but unfortunately is only captured in fragments. the greatest teachers, i've come to realize, are those that give you the tools, and then demand that you use them. | |
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| ruminations
Posted: 8/21/2008 12:06:46 PM | Just a rambling on a thought I had earlier......
I walk a line to thin to see
the world is a box
living a real life paradox
I am a question mark
I wish the world was flat
I would have a line in the sand
I couldnt cross
everyday in combat
with cognition
lets toss around understanding
marinate in knowledge
I wish I could whittle my mind sublime
sharp as a double edged cinder block
knowing is a fickle truth
how this I wish I could remiss
I just want to ask you this
at the radical root
.......
are we not breathing life into death | |
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| ruminations
Posted: 8/21/2008 3:57:32 PM | ^^^ i ask you first... what is death? for i have not a clue.
but i thank you for placing your work here. | |
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| ruminations
Posted: 8/21/2008 4:01:33 PM | bicpen.... i just saw what you left... and indeed i do.
i thank you for stopping by.
i look forward to reading your writes.
it seems many have disappeared. but i hope to see them again. | |
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| ruminations
Posted: 8/21/2008 7:01:13 PM | At the outer edge of young,
he told me I was an old soul.
Indeed so I felt
It had been trauma
But who am I to argue
and I so value wisdom
If we have incarnations
within incarnations
I'm born again
If not, I still say I am
as I have, since
I was eight
You take experience
to particulate plane
where I am energy,
pointless
I salute you in your
lights and mirrors
manifestation
You exalt the blunders
of breath to heavenly
bellows
Who are we to argue
Wisdom is truth you
must first feel to see | |
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| ruminations
Posted: 8/21/2008 7:14:20 PM |
At the outer edge of young,
he told me I was an old soul.
Indeed so I felt
It had been trauma
But who am I to argue
and I so value wisdom
hey bic, forgive me, but
I thought these two stanzas alone would make for a Great poem! | |
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| ruminations
Posted: 8/21/2008 8:45:29 PM | I liked these, myself...
If we have incarnations
within incarnations
I'm born again
You take experience
to particulate plane
where I am energy,
pointless | |
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| abstract
Posted: 8/21/2008 10:14:48 PM | Start of the day the sun breaks into the night
Broken dreams have taken their flight
The day is new, the night has gone
The sun is up where the moon once shone
The beauty of life and all it surrounds
The magnificent world oh so profound
Glistening sun drops rain down my skin
Feeling the warmth that’s drawn within
Humidity’s touch heavy and moist
The cooling of night our bodies rejoiced
The stars illuminate lighting the sky
Dancing in unison as if to reply
The darkness of light erasing the sun
The body to rest the healing begun
The cycle of summer turning to fall
Wishing the winter forever to stall
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| abstract
Posted: 8/22/2008 4:01:51 AM | Eyes
shut tight to the world
don't stop the light
don't stop the sounds
of an impatient day
Bursting back to consciousness
betrays the dreamer
steals back the dream
in the terrible moment
when the light floods in | |
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| abstract
Posted: 8/22/2008 7:16:35 AM | to understand death we have to understand life
so I guess this would have been the better question
to me humanity
seems to be the only thing outa place
we only seem to eat space
I mean everything else has purpose
and is needed
in the grander scheme
water evaporates to make rain
trees and plants take in the bad
to make it new again
all the way down to the minute thing
it all has a meaning
what is dependent on us?
if no more humanity what else would cease?
what outside of us could be no more without us?
was all this really created just for us to be?
.....so I ask in the abstract......
who are we? | |
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Posted: 8/22/2008 2:53:47 PM | beautiful writes and comments everyone. Bicpen has drawn in the many suns.
as for who are we? no definite answer can be given that at once settles all inquiries. we each have our private perspective of things. and that's purely based upon how we subjectively perceive things to be.
but as for who am I? i'm just a returning spirit enjoying the trip all over again. | |
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Posted: 8/23/2008 8:39:15 AM | Who are we
that have no names
who are we
on the wisps of the wind
who are we
in the bowels of the earth
who are we
in the twist and turn of time
who are we
that have to ask
for in that very task
we are the rhythm
we are the sage
we are the plants
we are the trees
we are our own lament
we are the dawning
to the night
of our yearning light | |
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Posted: 8/23/2008 11:06:06 AM | We are so much
Of what couldn’t
Be tamed/
Algorithms of
Psychical pangs/
Spurts of growth unto
Archeological chains.
We are so much more
Than inertia and mores
Unto childhood cries
Adultery and lies
Route heavenly sores
And scores of time.
I but climb!
I but climb! | |
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Posted: 8/27/2008 7:26:36 AM | Quicksand of life
sucking my soul deeper
than I'm willing to go
the more I fight
the more I sink
Life says
this is the way to go.
It's not as bad
as you think!
Brother will know
bringing peace unto my soul
once again I call on him
to remind me ... to
just let go .......
go with the flow
Lucky | |
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Posted: 8/27/2008 8:54:46 AM | somehow in the crawling fling of ourselves
knees to feet to knees ,
disjointed by our own actions
ignoring limitations that waffle around possibilites
like snapping doors with teeth of time
the bite is never less than we need to fear
soundtrack of what just happened plays
eyes ahead ,ears behind
building reasons, discarding anything
that stands for more than this moment
nothing lasts so never fades to the same hole
that forever fills
around you | |
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Posted: 8/27/2008 12:10:06 PM | "I but climb!
I but climb!"
how i adore affirmation!!!
all day something has led me on
an elegy set free
a cloud brilliantly racing
across the azure sky
yet this fear
knuckling me
against panes of glass
never look back
lest all that matters now
is sucked into
the ageless night
afraid to look
and afraid to look away
i choose sight
so not to be haunted
by all i fled
all that decayed
i hurtle on
through those windows
and in the distance
hear
the laughter
of the gods | |
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Posted: 8/31/2008 5:58:56 PM | How many times did you cry my name
before the new day conquistador
heard your voice and decided
that enough is enough?
Is enough not enough,
when padded cell embrace
and holy haze
hallows the hollow habits
closer again closer?
You know that sound better than me,
the tin can echo of unbending steel
coming closer closer closer.
Closer than you ever been before
to my ear, please
sing it ring it say it all
right now.
But now, right now,
not even a whisper
escapes.
How many times did you cry my name
before,
then,
ago,
when it did not quite matter?
When this anti-matter solid wall
of nothingness between
raised it's irrefutable membrane
of so close
but so far away.
How many times
will you cry my name,
and watch my face
cry yours?
Just a wing-beat
an eternity away.
~M~ | |
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Posted: 9/1/2008 9:08:03 PM | Lurking on the bottom of a magnum realm
reality ferments in pink champagne ruptures
popping corked bubbles in the mind
you know the ones
that make you come undone
shaking your appearance of lovely
pouring the truth about the ugly
into your flawless polished chalice
secrets bleeding beneath vacuity
in neon liquid dimensions
illusions and mind inventions
and all its false perceptions
bottled in time
and you destined to be its clone
a mirror for the orbiting drone....
sipping the fruit of its vine
savouring the sweet nectar wine
~M~ | |
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| Energy
Posted: 9/2/2008 12:41:53 AM | We are connected in this energy
I to you
to him, to her
this energy and matter
which is which
two the same
name for the same
thing
I reach through this energy
I touch you
touch her, touch him
coming alive
the buzz of all
consciousness
sends shocks of life
through the time-space
I am this energy
I am you
am them, am we
surpasing time and death
bound by nothing
stretching onward for infinity
my breath and butterfly's wings
affecting everything in just the slightest way
This energy is all
it is me, you, everything
strings in harmony
plucked as a chord
and surrounded
by the laughter
drawn out by
our one-ness | |
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| Energy
Posted: 9/2/2008 9:34:08 PM | i am truly without a word to say. i hear the stream of every voice herein. i am truly amazed.
this page is assuredly one of the greatest. | |
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| Energy
Posted: 9/2/2008 10:38:07 PM | (Somewhere in Limbo)
Into this bottomless lake I
Fall gripping desperately to forever.
Her breath is in my hand there dancing
To an unutterable tune; some supernal
Voice scratching at my deaf heart; but
I want Father to hear; although I do not listen.
Father! Hear! Be I not afraid to hear my own echo
Voicing back to me; voicing back to me that
My mind is an illusion; the unsolvable hermetic
Riddle permit’n me passage to trek across the dry
Hemispheres of my mind; permit’n me passage across the
Bridge that links the halves together reveal’n my telic purpose.
Into this bottomless lake I descend further, I can forefeel
The coming unseen hand of Divinity reaching out loosening me
From the tether of bondage that has forever marred my mind;
To the next level of transcendence I elevate guided by the unmanifest. | |
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| Beyond
Posted: 9/6/2008 5:55:47 PM | Should we breathe you outside
the shadow of seashores
would we vanish beyond the
veil of intuition
our senses shadowed
in your melancholy?
Would salvation be swallowed
by the blood of man, knowing
their creation sailed
pearls hijacked
in liquid crystal memory...
Would there be any
me, left behind, in a morphed
aftermath of revelation?
If it were possible
to throw away
this blanket of blue
reach inside
your resonating book
pull out the nails
crack the coded oracle
creating a contingency
animation to stasis
would your wheel of fortune
spin in this new world?
~M~ | |
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| Beyond
Posted: 9/6/2008 6:23:01 PM | Hi everyone. and Hi Naive and Witty. Your last poem is comforting to me today.
Again the miracle
the charming community
Familiar faces
background sounds so close
to being family
Many excellent acquaintances to chose
from for familiar touchings
Humanity at hand
glorious, endearing, cast in the form
of the ones I miss | |
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| Beyond
Posted: 9/7/2008 4:35:03 PM | last twilight soul
bleeding in dust
age stripped to show what is
relevant reaching through
silver cords reaching...wrapping
around like
resembling another
defenseless wonder
unwilling to bend
crashing headlong
in
brick walls
methphorically
self destructing
the wake left behind
hands together
breathing aches
mind drawn into
one
finished
with fragmented nothing
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| inside out of your mind
Posted: 9/11/2008 10:35:08 PM | ever wonder how many people are hiding in the open
living day to day , med to med
hours tick by like minutes or days
it doesn't matter
is there a secret under any of those rocks
something known but not revealed
a new way of fueling fanaticism
or just more of the same
seeing a God while inventing one
has to leave a trail ,
even the ones we have
mention what that sight can do
shaking the wrong tree can be fatal
or get you put on permanent hold
leopards wait for fools to look up
others won't wait
who knows what lies behind those eyes
waiting for more and fearing it
sometimes i wish i knew
just before she brings me ..mine | |
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