| One Moment in Infinity
Posted: 2/18/2006 5:28:22 PM | A computer has just allowed me to scatter
more and more over a greater area of matter
leading into infinity.
Ah that illusive idea
Infinity
antonymous with zero
synonymous with everything ...
some would say God
some might say itself
for in its own definition
it cannot have a synonym
and neither can God
Only in a word in any language
if the concept actually exists and I believe
yes , I believe , and hope you do too
Independant thought defines humanity
hidden away most of the day
and night
its alright to say
with a seduction hey hey
a bit of liquer or
a quicker method of mind altering suggestion or
is it a catylist we need for thought
something deeper than
what's for lunch?
Ahhhh...
The drama of a normal day
the art of deoderant spray
say what you may
one way is sacred
life and death or
is that life or death
you can only have one in our physical reality but
ah i come out and speak a thought that's outside this reality
any possibility fits into the math/sciences
like you know those
random dummy varriables cover all
gaps, cracks, holes and smears
it is perfectly clear to a fist year student
synicism rears its satyrical side
in truth hurts style
while i try to be objective without being cold
still, as old age creeps closer by the moment
poetry just seems to disolve
evolution seems to involve
revolution dreams don't solve
institutionalism
beurocracy
boredom in the line
waiting for a sign
revolution dreams don't rhyme
but that's no crime
I find my mind wandering along paths of lust, luck, love, lunacy,
little licks like notes in acending rhythmic intervals
harmony sings through medium sustain
oacillated into undulating patterns
as they rise again and then fall
penitrate and retract
exactly like dancing inside my head
while lying on my bed
as comfortable as absolutely possible
without being asleep
so deep in beta thought
loving the moment and knowing it is the one
no matter where i go
to get there i know
it is the one moment where thought becomes
no thought and I
have entered the closest a mind can conceive of infinity
time is not in existance where space is infinite
is another concept for another day
so let's not play with that now
perhaps the one infinate moment
you periodically notice
and then it is gone.
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| One Moment in Infinity
Posted: 2/19/2006 10:16:04 AM | Note: please feel free to use this subject for your momentary or infinate ideas.
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| One more Moment in Infinity
Posted: 4/4/2006 9:41:18 PM | One Moment in Infinity
searching for the trinity
but all I find is old Hollywood
the shows are entertaining
something for when its raining
and that I should'a would'a could
feeling a bit of de ja vue
while missing all that real live you
hangin' in the old neighbourhood
some time the mind I find is kind
at another it reminds me of acid
devourning whatever it binds
fraying ropes of hope to flacid
driving reason out with doubt
then suddenly it turns about
changing the pace and space
modifying the race to replace
Now with a reserected idea
i can spread some cheer
sit on my couch from Ikea
and drink another beer.
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| One more Moment in Infinity
Posted: 4/4/2006 9:49:42 PM | i think I'll start to re post all my crap into this thread
Maybe it should be titled more like a Pink Floyd album
A Momentary Lapse of Reason ... I'll have to think on that.
but probably stick with my own.
just a little dog burying his bone
close to home
all alone
maybe I should bury the cell phone
I seem to have lost my comb
and could use a couple of clones
then would probably need to rezone
is that sound a bit like a drone?
its time to go back in the dome.
-------------------- oh here is a chorus -----------
though i'm yet to solidify the rest of the song.
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[chorus]
so get out and dance.
come on and take a chance
you gotta leave your place
get some face to face
and if ya wanna feel some heat
get up on your feet
and dance. | |
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| One more Moment in Infinity
Posted: 4/5/2006 6:54:27 AM | A New Beginning
yesterdays are as others have said so many many times
gone like the idea of worms having a spine
Trees flying around the forest
or wolves taking the bus
ah but I know
if you go to Detroit
life will begin a new
no muss no fuss
times for others will take its toll
some so slow you won't see the goal
then there's the quick witted fool
trying to seduce with slippery word drool
a sheep in wolves clothing
watching the flock
dragging paws around the clock
hoping for dreams beyond reproach
wearing grandma's broach
on a cloak of many colours
not David's
not Joseph's
not anything you may have seen before
waiting just inside the door
calm
comfort
a warm meal and a bed
relax
rest your head
for tomorrow is a new day
even though tomorrow never comes
it shall be a new beginnging
and you shall be the one. | |
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| One more Moment in Infinity
Posted: 4/5/2006 7:03:53 AM | | Yay! Good to see that you have your very own place Thorb. I'll have to come up with something for you. Looking forward to more of your awesome writes. | |
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| One more Moment in Infinity
Posted: 4/5/2006 9:50:41 AM | thanks lt... I decide to resurrect it from the shadows for a bit
to try and consolidat some of my shit
I feel at time like I'v just been scattering it
here and there and everywhere without a place to sit.
Losing OM after the loss of seperate44 ...
got me thinking this all can be so fleeting
and I'm still looking for more
....................... just gonna post randomly ...
like the way I feel moments are in actuality ...
not linear or alphabetical or following one thing
though I know that can lead to another to bring
to the table of PoF poets so able to sing along
to any song and spin a tale we want to sail
across the azure seas of hopes and dreams
developed without hidden schemes or an agenda
that's gonna send ya screaming for more cream
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| One more Moment in Infinity
Posted: 4/5/2006 9:58:02 AM |
"TANGENTS
got a problem multi tasking?
well who doesn't? these days
even mix'n up the start and stop
but the size and colour of the fonts
the contrast or lack there of with
pictures in the background.
sometimes movin somtimes dead
its just a background
until its read
then its the text
and next as the audio slips over
wraps around and merges
you look for the field
listen for the feel
wait for the muse
smiling uncontrolably in your closet
stonefaced against the wall
listening
watching
feeling
forgetting the taste in your mouth
ignoring the stench
as a good soldier
that's a good little soldier
your back against the wall
------------------- tangent ------------------
some time later .......... after a song and dance .......
..............................................
thinking the art of graphic typing has
slipped into a hai koo ... or who's who? [I know how to say it but haven't read it for a long time now... guess phonetics will have to do .. or poetic licence like I always do.]
. . . . what's new that isn't old
. . . . reshaped like golden oldies
. . . . . . . moulded in mold and curds
stripped from the shaft a blast if you take off onto that tangent.
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so ... you make big messes
figurin you'll have to stay alive to clean them
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . all up.
and all of a sudden
time looks short
. . . . . and religion
. . . . . . must find
. . . . . . religion
before its too late
God won't know I'm here
if I don't know he's there, here and everywhere
. . . . which means he is also nowhere
. . . . . . . . . . if that's a place?
. . . . . maybe even if it's not?
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| da dee da dee dee da da do
Posted: 4/5/2006 10:06:32 AM | Its funny how things just seem to happen
and we plug away at coping with whatever situation we/I/you/me find us/i/you in.
da dee da dee dee da da do.
music rings so true
da dee da dee dee da da do
fa la lee da da da dee do
where when how shall i meet you
ta dee da dee la la dee do
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take a puff
whatever stuff
its not enough
until now
have a snort
wait
retort
have another
relax
beta used to be the place
relax
karma was in the race
relax
zen ..... when to set the pace
relax
tie bow chee
or
bow tie chee
or
chee tie bow
no
chee bow tie
my my
why not find the guy who sends you?
the muse that bends true and still stays new.
why not sit with those that do
so when its done it includes you.
Writing comes only with practiced thought
a concept of tyme and rhyme and some reason
though no reason is evident
ironic symilarities with satyre 'n humour
and some colloquial poetic licence generally on a phonetic level.
Like as if English is essentialy forever.
pretentious interventions or pretending to be inventive?
I have found poetry my stick essentially because
its the closest form of writing that's an
acceptable use of point form
all ways my passion
always my fashion
all ways trashed in English class
for being a bit crass
and mostly lookin' at teacher's asz
ha ha ha da la de he he he
I will and always have been me
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as time goes bye with a sigh
I keep findin myself alone
surrounded by more people than ever
a chill sinks into my bones
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da da da do dee da do
da da da do dee day hey hey
da da da do dee da do
maybe we'll find a way.
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Pretention's intentions
prevention's inventions
dog us through the night
seduce in broad daylight
wrong or right
intrusions still bite
nomatter
same as always
before elsewhere
saints and sinners
all the same
in time the rain
no time the sane
on time to refrain
of time to pain
it time can gain
go time with disdane
so time will strain
if time can remain
id time now ingrained
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| A Place To Rest
Posted: 4/5/2006 2:54:40 PM | A place to rest
my old weary vest
while I prepare
to fix this chair
I tie back my hair
dare to care
stare for awhile into nothingness
until motivation will impress
the right way
to say
hey
does it have to be perfect
or just good functionality
nobody will closely inspect
that is the heart of reality
like the walls in a kitchen
while your cooking a roast
you may hear some b!tchin'
or a big headed boast
something happens when we try too hard
to impress people that aren't on the card
then things seem to ramble on into the night
even with extra blankets it doesn't seem right
maybe if I had a water bed
I wouldn't have had to read
on into the wee hours in my cell
and that smell
under the blankets won't sell
oh well,
tomorrow is another day
just like that old cleché | |
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| again as to ever [I ramble on]
Posted: 4/5/2006 8:21:34 PM | again as to ever
originally Posted: 4/1/2006 11:08:15 AM
[modified and expanded now.]
some may think that the teather was to tight around his neck
others think the journey was the very cause of the wreck
I say what the heck
take a peck of flour
kneed it for an hour
then pop it in the oven
not shovin but with lovin
and soon you'll have some bread.
As ever again my friend the physics of baking is not just a trend
they blend the past with the future of the lives of our peoples
and with out it our churches probably would have no steeples.
Now a pinch of salt may also be required
but don't be pinchin' with them pliers
or puttin that clothspin on yer nipples
thinking that will cause exstatic ripples
again as ever the lines start to look dumb
but here its a way for us to have fun
just playing around, no sticks in the bum
tryin to stop all the suckin of thumbs.
though its hard to decide
as you slide through the pull of gravity
for a moment you lose depravity
while you enjoy the ride
then like a feather attracted to silk
through the stains of mother's milk
you realize the lies in her eyes
still you cannot despise her
you just sigh for her
drop a tear
look into the nothingness at 11:00 o'clock
yes its true
you don't always think with your c0ck
but don't tell the guys
you'd never live it down
like that clown on 31st
the worst scene you experienced
crying and screaming at that departing cab
was like a stab to the heart of all men
then you had to turn away
pray you'll never get so grey
and say 'what a puzzy'
again
as ever you lie to your friends
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| cow if fat
Posted: 4/5/2006 9:33:57 PM | Thorb Msg: 251 First line -- Last line
Originally Posted: 3/15/2006 2:19:56 PM
than love thats lost on the way
can dove cats cost by the stray
hand glove fat tossed on the clay
band above mat bossed by the pay
then tried to ride beside the slide
ten died to pride reside the wide
when tied to abide decide or hide
Ben cried to glide inside the snide
Now if that makes any sense
Tau with mat fakes Denny vents
bow if rat stakes penny rents
cow if fat takes many pence | |
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| Muse ic theory
Posted: 4/6/2006 8:59:34 AM | Thank you muse ...
I try not to snooze too often when here at play
its the best part of the day
except maybe when I lay my head down
forget all the sounds and let my dreams fade away.
I do try to open my mind
to a virsatility of styles
and feelings
then find my mind reeling into the same old
rhythm and beat
guess its the way that my feet want to move
I have a theory about music [from the muse I C]
how it relates to the way we travel
our most common modes
relax our loads on the roads of our life trail
then when someone impales a catch phrase
a good simple little hook
it makes us look
put down the book and sing along to the song
If we ride horses we like country
if we're walkin alot we like blues
drivin in our cars leads to rock and roll
jet plains and subways mix techno and new wave
oh yea ,,, then there's Johnny and the old steem train.
see the rhythm of the rails implants a beat in the brain.
like shufflin my feet makes me want to eat soul
but sometimes its nice to just sit around
feel the ground cross legged in peace
acoustic guitar maybe a harp
and folkies sittin' within reach.
I love all kinds of music
for I travel in many different ways
some I dread...
some just in my head ...
they all inspire different plays
and can shine like golden sun rays.
---- I will expand on this theory in time ----
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| Favorite Neighbourhood
Posted: 4/6/2006 9:03:48 AM | Favorite Neighbourhood
sitting here at lunchtime, sharing it with you
can be some of the best lines that are true
I don't really know you from the distance between
except through some words you placed on my screen
from those dark letters scattered in the white
I feel we are joined in some way that is right
Thanks for the time you've taken in expression
for life lessons you share through different regressions
thanks for the patience in reading the sap
for not jumping so fast into all of the crap
Working can be good for your books and soul
then again so can time off and that's my goal
Unfortunately pretty soon I'll have to work again
I don't have infared laptop link so the trend will end
my spewing stuff on here every day
nothing particular in my head to say
but still its something that felt really good
making this place a new favorite neighbourhood.
©Thorb Msg: 268 First line -- Last line
Originally Posted: 3/17/2006 1:07:46 PM | |
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| Good Boy Sam
Posted: 4/6/2006 9:11:29 AM | Good Boy Sam
feel exactly like this
with nothing to miss
except illusive bliss
maybe little sis
and my old dog Sam
We walk along the trail
carved by men in jail
feeling a little bit pale
I notice a injured quail
not frightend by Sam
I call him back to me
before he's able to see
and act so dangerously
to the quails fraility
your a good boy Sam
©ThorbArt
originally Posted: 2/25/2006 3 23 PM | |
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| Betrayal
Posted: 4/6/2006 10:22:51 AM | Nothing was said, no harm done
no alibi written under the sun
still can I see this departure so true
and think and wonder again yet of you
all is not finished, but some is undone
not quite yet through with what I've begun
of touching and feeling there is a cost
a measure decided how much would be lost
not quite the stranger, but stranger for sure
better the peace than the hurt of allure
off to a place decided before
to finally finish, to close the last door
not what I wanted, but forced anyway
by the Hand that has guided me here to this day.
THINK before acting rashly my friend
though easily misread, is this then the end? | |
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| Betrayal
Posted: 4/6/2006 11:33:18 AM | Ah my friend can it ever really end
with breath in my lungs and the wind in my hair
I know she isn't there
maybe even doesn't care
still
I stand alone as always
patient in my being
seeing what I need to see
keeping my soul with me
I may have misunderstood so much
and will surely misunderstand more
the waves will continue to wash the shore
erroding the stones we think are so hard
they will fall like a cheap house of cards
when the final end comes to greet me
then I would hope to see
reality as it really is to all
including the trees
the birds and the bees won't matter so much
hormonal exstatic touch may just disappear
epiphanic enlightenment should be clear
even if the phrasing doesn't endear
I hope its a nice time of year
To feel betrayed is a common thing
though often not justified
I know that friend in the end lied
but in their heart they tried to be true
to what they had thought of you
before some subtle change
made it all feel so strange
they just couldn't explain
how their brain rearranged the pain
Misunderstanding can make a rough landing
for any small or large payload
potholes in the road will shake and goad
the best skills and patience of wills
see sometimes the kill doesn't lie still
and will give away your position or standing
I know she is gone
we even put it to song
tried to say so long
were we wrong?
for as I said my friend
if breath I can send
the trend won't bend
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| Riding the Waves
Posted: 4/6/2006 6:40:41 PM | In the land of the free
the home of the brave
you can go to the west coast
then ride a wave
I was pounded with that image stage after stage
all through my youth with the beach party raves
Jan'n Dean and the boys
you all know from the beach
kept us in time
though it was far out of reach
Not much surfin' on lake Ontario
until lately
with wet suits n' new technology
so stately
the arts of fun have advance so much
now we can be riding the waves while milking a cow
farmers and astronauts
doing the same things
after work's done
X cubes they bring
doing all the latest extremes
so calmly
fire eating can now seem quite balmy
So while riding the waves of the new age kid
big boys nolonger hide what they did
they will openly talk to inspire real action
so maybe their kids will find outdoor satisfaction
Me... I'm a little past
the turning of that page
don't really care much about the wave rage
I'll ride now and then but only with the right friend
not even considering someone winning
on the bend at the end
these waves of the day don't capture my play time
letting my mind stray is a much better way
I find the waves we ride deep inside of a romantic interlude can be much more fulfilling
if everyone is willing and maybe semi nude.
Now the waves of disillusion
that wash you in a fever
can take away whatever makes a non believer
A wave of creativity
can be the best thing in your life
you ride it high
as long as you can
use that kind of strife
so we keep on riding the waves of the day
hoping the fun and laughter can stay
longer than just an hour or two
then back to work until that's through.
originally Posted: 3/13/2006 12 28 PM
reconsidered with minor modifications April6th2001
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| Briefly Unconscious
Posted: 4/6/2006 7:29:38 PM | a wish and a prayer is all she has
since stopping in this place
Like many if not all the lost souls
that think they are in a race.
The human race to destruction
the race to find a cure
the race to end all deception
is not forthcoming or demure
it may be only for one moment
your life goes on the line
you have to rely on others skill
to reopen your darkened mind
She doesn't even know when
or where this thing ocurred
the only thing she know now
is how it seems absurd
Naked on a table's
slightly better than the road
if you don't know that you are able
you can't be carrying the load
They say it comes back slowly
if you rest and eat real well
you may feel a little dizzy and
may lose your sense of smell
Just briefly you were unconscious
minor concussion has come into play
We found all your particulars
so you will be able to pay.
©ThorbArt/2006
originally Posted: 2/28/2006 1 01 PM
Modified April 1/2006 | |
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| More time
Posted: 4/6/2006 8:00:19 PM | til the end of time
breaks out of your mind
and then you find
there really was no time
to be that way
so off I go to play
like so many other days
hockey never strays
like an old dog
living in a fog
looking like a log
in the bog
Can be better than you think
so mix up another drink
and don't you ever think
your sitting on the brink
on the edge of your mind
trying so hard to find
that elusive special line
to take you out of time
©ThorbArt2006
Originally Posted: 2/21/2006 8 55 AM | |
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| Stale bitters to be fixed
Posted: 4/7/2006 9:07:24 AM | that even now grows stale and bitter on the porch
some thoughts are like a pizza crust
Buddy said the other day he'd lend me his blow torch
maybe that could loosen the rust
no sign of a thing strong as what we felt before
to not be bitter would seem strange
waiting for something that could settle the score
she might be able to rearrange
that place in the corner pale and unkept for ages
reaches out to all who see
tools and materials are easy to find in stages
we can use some patiently
crashed, crumbled, crippled with emotional dispare
your work can be so hard
reaching strain levels you think can never compare
like drawing a bad card
luck would demand more recognition in the game
we aren't going to win
with perceverence and blind stubborn will the same
let this new age begin
©ThorbArt
originally Posted: 2/20/2006 11 30 AM
Last Line -- First Line
modified April 7th
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| making friends
Posted: 4/7/2006 1:31:21 PM | posted this in a relationship thread
blah blah blah....
yea... that's about right...
you could go down into the basement
and make some friends
these days its easy
just spend spend spend
new technology and silicone jell
they can even make you a friend
with a fruity smell.
If you want to meet your neighbours
you'll have to leave the room
walk around or ride if you must
but hey there buddy what's the fuss
join a club or charity
spend time with people
then you will see
who's around you that's close to your home
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| Information Overload
Posted: 4/7/2006 1:41:45 PM | information overload
the buzz of the day
information'd to death
thought no more
overload for sure
as time moves onword and life passes us bye ... why not
share the thought.
why not try to say
work in word and presentation of speach , rhythm ,,, rhyme ,,, fill the tyme
information overload decodes the past , make it last ... that good thing
ooooohhhh ooooohhhhh ooooohhhh that good thang.
oh yea yea yea yea ..... that good thang.
information overload fill all the void ...
avoiding all the fill ... still ... ooooohhhhh oooohhhhh ooooohhhh yea....
ignorance is bliss ... just look at little sis ... and Bobbi Blowjobi
information overload deflecting the hobby ooohhhh oooohhhhh oooooohhhhhhh no job eh?
driving it away ... only want to play ... they only want your pay ... say Hey!
oohh ooohh ooohhh those snobs yea ... yea yea yea ... those snobs say.
information overload , exploding orgasmic lickin toad , a heavy weight yea carry that load
One file way back long ago.
I know its there still , yet ... where is there when we are here and now is not then
though then was now then and when she realized time was just tick tick ticking away.
Hey!
so what'd i say ... ??? hey hey ... on that day
yea
on that day.
information overload.
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| One Moment in Infinity - Anger -
Posted: 4/8/2006 9:18:32 AM | Anger:
walking slowly
with intent
feelings simmering
deep inside
nowhere to hide
no hope glimmering
patience spent
aura unholy
a clenched fist
eyes just glare
focusing somehow
you turn your back
my heart goes black
everything is now
inside the stare
how to resist
Everyone around melts
time disappears
rising heat in my veins
pulsing temples
dark samples
increasing strains
actions are clear
pains will be felt
©ThobArt2006 | |
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| One Moment in Infinity - Death -
Posted: 4/8/2006 9:23:58 AM | Death
Death is just a part of life.
We try to stay outside of strife.
Crying some but laughing more,
we live our lives trying to score.
For you to live, I must die.
We sit around and wonder why.
We feel so sure our death will come,
when it does, life will have just begun.
Life means death and death means life,
see these things and tell your wife.
We need not worry, for what's to come,
we were here before our lives had begun.
When you die you'll know for sure,
this thing called life, has no cure.
I need no box for my grave,
my body can rot, my life is saved,
by the knowledge of our deaths.
I know that we will need no breath.
Death is a game, to no avail,
but without it, our lives would fail.
It makes us wonder what we are.
So frail a creature, easy to scar.
If not in skin, then in heart,
the scarrs remain as life departs.
Our beings evolve, from the grave,
to the stars, not a cave.
Eternity is ours to do with as we please,
Life and death being no more than a sneeze.
©ThorbArt1975 | |
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