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Posted: 3/7/2007 10:38:54 PM | Hey All, Recently joined POF and thought I'd post in this forum for my first post. Look forward to getting to know everyone.
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Like rolling hills,
Through which my eyes see the dark light,
Runs the destiny of my ubiquitous future's flight,
And in my mind's eye,
I see a world of wonders and peril,
And in the darkness of reality is quite sterile,
Thought becomes the notion of one's weapon against the reality,
And in the end,
Can transcend or cause their own mortality,
For the heart is a beast of many strings,
That bind the spirit of its own glorious wings........
But before the darkness,
Are the hills,
Windy, perpetual, magnificent mountains of the will,
Through these winds my spirit takes flight,
With the other strings fastened aboard an unrestrained kite,
Though the heart IS a beast of many strings,
My mind's eye can transcend these implacable things.
For this is my nature................ | |
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Posted: 3/7/2007 11:21:11 PM | I must say i really like your poem, thanks for sharing i'd like to add one if i may....
i'll take that as a yes *smiles*
Transcendent masters sit on mountains high
We must look up to attain such splendor
Such is the life of a peaceful warrior
Sitting at the bottom dodging the boulders
that ensue, Masters words i listen too
Though they didn't resonate i did peruse
The journey's peril with only a digeri du
I didn't see his words as they came to and fro
And though he had my heart with his intent
How could i attain such peace when all strife results
So i sit at the bottom of the mountain
Lovers hand in mine we begin too see
The splendor of the setting sun
Is much better from where we sit
We can simply be and love free
We have transcended the need to be
And opted to be all that we can when we can
And Love each other more in the times
When being is suffering thinking we are not
Who we are meant to be | |
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Posted: 3/7/2007 11:51:14 PM | Ascended guru sits up high
Upon his lofty mountain top
Watches with an ancient eye
All it is that we can't stop
Our suffering
The pain, the strife
Our struggling
Trying to lead a better life
Aspiring to be more
As we see how we could be
Better than before
But in trying we don't see
We don't need to fight
But can simply be
To be human is right
Accepting this sets us free
So we sit and if some time
I feel I'm not enough
And if I start to try to climb
When things around get rough
Please remind me that the view
Of mountains grand and tall
Is better shared here with you
Where we can never fall | |
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Posted: 3/7/2007 11:57:56 PM | I walk upon the waters surface.
Looking back at what has come to pass
and looking at what is to be.
the paths before me diverge.
And the blood which flows through them seems
unmoved by my presence.
It is in this mental state i come to see those who
love me and those who need me.
It is in this mental state that i can see that
it is you who wants me.
It is in this mental state that I transcend. | |
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Posted: 3/8/2007 12:00:58 AM | This much i know
Enough You are for more
We have not arrived at
Climb if you must
But know this my dear
My hand will be in yours as you walk
And will hold you when times are rough
I will point to the sunset
And we will gaze together
I will turn and look into your eyes
And remind you
Your splendor is greater then all
We will never fall
For it will never go that far
Your heart is in mine
And mine in yours
Every breath is counted
Every heart beat known
And my arms will always catch you
And hold you within | |
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Posted: 3/8/2007 12:10:26 AM | I really like the use of imagery and metaphor of the teacher sitting on top of the mountain in some of these poems. What a visual. I guess mountains are just really strong images that brings forth many different but powerful emotions.
Water as well.
This is becoming quite the transcendent thread. | |
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Posted: 3/8/2007 12:17:26 AM | Oh most definitely.
When writing poetry we are laying our thoughts down at a particular time.
In 20 years i will read this and say oh how much time i wasted when i could have been studying chemistry.
but at this moment in time. the seconds stop ticking and for once. I have transcended. | |
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Posted: 3/8/2007 12:25:39 AM | ^^^^
"I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world." Einstein.
Don't undervalue your poetic expression. *smiles* | |
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Posted: 3/8/2007 12:38:00 AM | Yea...
but im not einstein.
:D
to be honest i dont undervalue my writings.
I just believe that these words will have a different meaning to me in 20 years. | |
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Posted: 3/8/2007 12:48:48 AM | Words are merely containers to express what we think and feel, and even as you write the meaning has changed for those who read. We can never truly capture our essence on pages. Nor can one know who we truly are by reading a few lines. I have a poem i wrote when i was twenty and i always revisit it and write a story to go along with it, as my life changes. But the poem in its self captures something that will never change...
I've heard it said before that under hypnosis we can draw like Leonardo Da vinci just by suggestion. Think about that for a moment... Could it be the whole is contained within us all? Just like words contain more then letters.
crazylilting | |
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Posted: 3/8/2007 3:29:33 AM | amazed,...
totally amazed | |
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Posted: 3/8/2007 5:23:29 AM | | This is a tremendous thread! | |
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Posted: 3/9/2007 11:35:17 PM | | more so transcendental. | |
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Posted: 3/10/2007 12:01:23 AM | transcend this
The very act of thinking
We have lost the moment
To experience Independent
And pure
Can we loose all attachment to thought
What would be???
Would we feel anything?
Would we see something different
Thoughts, filters, seeing nothing new
The very thought to not think
Even a thought
Pure emotion as every cell awakes
Simple awareness of every movement
108 movements without thought of any
Where did i go or did i go
Surely i was here but for a moment
Awareness shifted to something else
Detachment from thought
In my body i dwelled
Temple of silence
Humming and resonating
For a moment i was free
Now that is something new | |
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Posted: 3/10/2007 12:18:55 AM | As In
The multitude of fluid beads that drip
of flames that drop. The slow
of molten sea shell
glazes. Forever
a drizzle
of strings....
of silver.....
of treasured trinkets.
An everlasting luminescent ocean
foamgreen as settled dew
upon the cusp.
Of mine
heart.
Time a perforated seawall
echos forth and back
and forth
again. | |
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Posted: 3/10/2007 12:38:55 AM | I think I have an idea, but will need a little more insight on that last one glasstemple on the transcendent nature of your poem 
~Bryan | |
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Posted: 3/10/2007 12:45:46 AM | ideas and insight are a perspective.....development of a transcendental element are always mystic by nature...thought...inspiration are to me... 'of duality' and ' space and time'.... ...
I hope this exudes some of that....N. | |
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Posted: 3/10/2007 1:54:12 AM | Great poetry coontributions from everyone. Thought I would throw my hat in the ring...
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love does not mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses are not contracts, and presents are not promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open,
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your own roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain, and futures have a way of falling down in midlight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure....
And you really are strong.....
That you really do have worth.....
And you learn,
And learn,
With every goodbye....you learn | |
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Posted: 3/10/2007 2:33:59 AM | Transcendance of not only time but of place.
I sit alone in the shadow of my past that long
and lonesome road.
As the evergreen trees finally after so long shed
their skin and reveal the ravishly raunchy revelation that
they too are soul less.
Just like humanity through time and eventualities
have lost thought of meaning. and most of all
have lost love.
And the evidence that flowed within my veins of
a soul which long did exist is stripped bare and gone
with what we call normality.
Normality a simple average of all that is unique
in an attempt to justify the means of the
pathetic human race.
Insecurities flow through the mind of every human
but it is those who are insecure about our
survival that will truely reach metaphysical. | |
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Posted: 3/10/2007 4:34:35 AM | I like that: "Normality a simple average of all that is unique".
Everyone says "try"
Try, try and try again
And if you don't succeed
Then try, try, try again
Trying to learn, trying to earn
Aiming for success
To make our parents proud
Losing track of happiness
Perfectionist exhausted
Trying in every way
To be better, stronger, wiser
Pushing yourself every day
Don't even try to understand
Take my hand and walk with me
Don't try not to try
Just fail to try and simply be | |
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Posted: 3/11/2007 1:38:44 AM | | So many late night poets. I guess creativity and insomnia go hand in hand :) | |
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Posted: 3/15/2007 3:14:37 AM | hmmm not so much late nights.
the ability to transcend sleep | |
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