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GreenD
#1 Posted : 2/4/2010 10:56:05 PM
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I am not here to explain to myself, I feel as if I'm here to explain to you.
My ego, which has been branded on me by the forefathers and forecells of a millenia of millenia may cloud your view of me.
I am God, and I will tell you this.

You are God.

You and I are the same thing, the same existance, the same reality. We go far back, far up, and far down, all tied to the same movie. We aren't of people, nor of man, but these are pleasant boxes.

You and I, were here in the beginning, you will remember me, and your view in the end. The end will never come, and we were never born, the irony is killing to my significance to one.

The feeling of crazy, that fear of fear. Why is it here? Why did we make it? Why do we follow it so? A world without fear, can you imagine it? Can you even try? To thin the weak, the thought provoked & emotional? To strengthen the blind, the bland, and the simple?

Why is it, that thought itself, so deep and beautiful, can create the opposite? Am I truly the cause, or am I the answer? Are we able to go on?

I'll explain to you a riddle,
From which you'll gain little,
For it is up you, not I,
To see the far horizon's sky.

You and me, between the trees,
We've begun to see;
This world is ours, full of powers,
That we control with ease.

Sacred is the question,
The answer kept from us clean,
Teasing and confusing,
Those of us in need.

The ones who do not care,
Live with money and fame,
While the rest of us,
Stare through the window pane.

It really is quite simple,
Societies constructed it complex,
It's right within our temple,
Yes it may be sex.

But is your definition,
Exactly the same as mine?
Are you your son or daughter?
Or are you split by time?

I'll let you carry on your way,
We both are bound to stay,
You seem so familiar,
I think I know you =========

Desceptive is the way we think, the way we breathe and smell.
Some times we we lose the plot, we cry, scream, and yell.
Ignorance is bliss they say but what do they know best?
Are they not, or are they true, are they really bless't?

Festive are the cocktails of life so sweet and fun,
Seperate the ego, seperate the sun,son,sun.

 

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jamie
#2 Posted : 2/5/2010 1:14:45 AM

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Amen brotherVery happy

You make me want to write poetry again.
Long live the unwoke.
 
GreenD
#3 Posted : 2/5/2010 4:13:57 AM
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Couldn't have a better reply than that Smile
 
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#4 Posted : 2/5/2010 7:37:46 AM

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Thanks, this was nurturing.
 
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#5 Posted : 2/7/2010 10:36:58 PM

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Thanks for that thought-provoking poem.
This is it. This is what it was. This is what it will be.
 
 
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