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#121 Posted : 3/23/2013 5:51:48 PM

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i do love this thread too. big variety of style and insight Very happy

And i agree Psychelectric, "poems as songs waiting for their wings." But sometimes the poems are the wings !

something i came across earlier :

We do not become healers.
We came as healers. We are.
Some of us are still catching up to what we are.

We do not become storytellers.
We came as carriers of the stories
we and our ancestors actually lived. We are.
Some of us are still catching up to what we are.

We do not become artists. We came as artists. We are.
Some of us are still catching up to what we are.

We do not become writers.. dancers.. musicians.. helpers.. peacemakers. We came as such. We are.
Some of us are still catching up to what we are.

We do not learn to love in this sense. We came as Love. We are Love.
Some of us are still catching up to who we truly are.
- Clarissa Pinkola Este

 

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Amy S
#122 Posted : 3/31/2013 4:46:44 PM

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This isn't a poem, but lyrics to one of the songs my band plays (I'm the sole songwriter). Not strictly related to journeys to the beyond, however.


Caught myself staring at the moon again
When will this pining for nature go away
Sex with king thoroughbreds and fucks with mangy mutts
Strangers on my mind and newborns on my tits
Every little scratch shows beneath that
Thin layer of skin they call love and memory
But I don't drift without a current
And I don't see half the stars in the sky
By now it's a little too late to be with this
Too late to be doing this
But I try and then fail to stop
Step alongside
We'll forget together
Follow my dialectic roots
Down down down
Past the depths of lava and old bones
It'll make a woman out of me if I'm not careful
Girl, follow my quiet domestic roots
And last a little past the scotch
Maybe I'm pissing in a cup to put to my lips
Is that the way every young girl is?
Well I'm more than a little scared
And more than a little unsure
If I'm being generous it's because I'm worried what you might do
It's strange because everything is small from this little tower window
But I find myself here
I can see my defenestrated friends somewhere down there
Hear the campfire singing
A whistling lip and a ukelele
Strumming together out a quiet melody
Feel the loneliness on your shoulders and fingertips
Take your fingers for trips down each others backs and open-zippered packs
Feel the flow of time bleed into the night
There's a little girl in my little heart
With no story to tell at all
But I don't drift without a current
And I don't see half the stars in the sky
By now it's a little too late to be with —
Swim in my lake a little
The waters are dark and still in this light night
Step alongside
Hide hide hide away
We'll forget each other together
Or alone if it turns out that way
I'm not a good swimmer
Follow my derivative rats
Past the floorboards and concrete
They'll make drunks out of my souls yet
There's a deceptive calm on the face of things
A quiet decay that wastes culture away
The most benign cancer that ever killed
Make your way beneath the surface
And find the undercurrents
That lead through the underground tunnels
There are caverns under there
Great stalactites and stalagmites made by drip-drip-dripping little souls and filling rooms and cul-de-sacs
Calcified and sensitive to touch
Alongside sonorous eddies and quivering invisible tides
There are trees under here
Amphibious oak and maple leaves
We don't need photosynthesis
When we're drowning in the light of lonely love
Keep a diary if you can
And record all your minor Atlantic transactions or transgressions
This is how you breath underwater, watch:
... glug ...
I don't regret my decision to forget the life I led
Because I don't make decisions
I'm not that kind of person
And everything's simple when you're alone
When I sit under a tree with ample shade
And I do from time time, I don't deny that
I'm free to feel the breeze and maybe smoke my pipe if I feel like it
Or if it rains I can watch my skin slowly get wet
Knowing that everything is easier with bark on your back and leg resting next to root
Even if I'm devoured by time
Sometimes I think I might not mind
Bring me an Old Fashioned and an orange for later
If I go I want my cheeks to be messy and sweet
No, just bring me a glass of water and some dates
Please
This is not important
But look here
All my old marks and scratches show
I used to think I had a little personality
Next year's ball masquerade makes this one ridiculous
And this year's masquerade makes next year's ridiculous
I don't know how that works
But it goes on and on
'Repetition is an ugly whore'
We need more makeup for the dead
Mind and love and sap from trees
Watch me drift
Downstream
No souls
Float in the air with the fowl
As you topple over the waterfall
Head first
Hold on to your cunts
This is going to hurt
'Quit your struggling, little girl
'This will be easier for us both if you just let me in'
So this is it what it feels like
Why can't I scream
Why can't I feel my legs
Good night dear mother
I am going —
And the blood seeps over the edge
 
VIII
#123 Posted : 4/2/2013 4:58:57 AM

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More lovely reading, love the songs as well Love
Below is a collection of words written while apparently being reborn into my own body over the course of ~6+ weeks of synchronicity after synchronicity. Thank you all! Praise the struggle!


Something was done
I looked at it through my lens,
saw the devil I never forgave,
I looked at it through the devil's lens,
As an angel I saw the ways
This monster no longer made sense,
I looked again through an angel's lens,
Learned the ways that I could give it an end,
I looked again through my own lens,
Told myself this is only pretend,
Now this is something I am.


What shape is your spirituality?
<8>
My oneness of being
MentallyInfinitelyPhysically
Branching out from a centered uncertainty
Decisions and actions, time you'll see
Filling the void of the two worlds in me
My assumptions misguide me
Lead me astray
As I walk my way
My assumptions hide me
Form the misleading words I say
As I pop out,
My perspective shifted sideways.
Remaining true to the skies and seas
I find a friend in you indeed
You can't hide infinity from me.
Looking out from these bendy seams
I feel my emotions playing the keys
A lovely tune and soon I'm seeing
That from here I'm within both beings
Looking back and looking forward
Looking down a pinpoint border
Coming through, expressions sorted

Looking at my reflection in the skies
Water still flowing beneath my eyes
Musical waves surrounding me in vibes
Does a bird's song ever lie?
Are the notes maligned?
Or the sound of a harmonious crash of the mind

The rules of language
Collapse before my eyes
Visions of stained glass
Shatter with each breath of light

Life I've been granted
Love the chances I've since danced with
Gifted with reason, emotion, time and space
I love the experience given enough of one of these

Very precise calculator
Layer upon layer with inner and outer layers
I'm just another calculator inhabiting this lair
But at least I'm here to calculate 
And give it all my flair
Some would say it is my fate

Tangible templates with evocative atmospheres
Big words mean nothing here
Geometries unfold, 
Faces mimic leers,
A house of gears and mirrors,
Into a darkness bearing witness,
Finding a temple of light and awareness,
Shrouded in pulses of substance,
Summoning this new formed guidance
Only my presence is required
With will now burning as fire
Illuminating a way, melting old ways
As it cools, molds to form
Becoming, as I return, 
Renewed with a vigor for
Maintaining the storm.
Watching the waves meet the shore
Hearing the wind carry the lure
I'm casting my future
Its thunderous roar
Reduced to a whisper that soars once more


Spiritual sport who's lined up?


Detach from the outside
Tension on the inside
Give me slack!
I want to see
So I'm pulling on me
As we feel it stronger, I feel I'm loosening
I'm surrounded by slack and it is blissening
Time to focus and ride up to the main crew
Within our minds lies space. 
Within this space lies form.
Within this form we find layers
Foreground, background
Subject, predicate? (New stuff, verbs ftw)
Within these layers we find interaction
Within these interactions we find change
Within this change we find a consistency
Within this consistency we find a world
A world much like our own
Observed only for mere instants
But holding a passionate fierceness
And a soothing sleekness
And the self contained mannerisms
Exchanged and repelled like magnetism
But with the spatial relations
Altered with each oscillation
I wonder if this may all be
Just a poor translation
Only a slice of the pie
A cross section of time
Maybe these are all mine
And for another there are more to find
Perhaps we all dwell in the concepts
Of a larger systems head
Waiting for a parse of lips
For us to escape with the breath
To be set in the stone of a higher order
To persist in the latter by
Transcending the former
Brought from conceptual to physical
Like the high I get from smoking a bowl
Connecting my inner and outer world
I tend to my world and they tend to the whole


Be of assistance in this place of distance
Find the rhythm in your system
You're contacting me, a sense of release
Like the mental police stopped hammering the sheep
All are people, set free and assisting needs
No longer a sure thing, each hir own brings
To this world a bright wing 
And also a pleasant sting
Each guided individually
Auras radiating habitually
Finally we see it change beneath our feet
What a thing, can you believe?
Time to gather a lifetime of dreams
Develop them into physical beings
Ready to perform and be performed
What an incredible world in store
Endless seams in the compassionate allure


This ones for my friends instead
Helping me get outta my head
Love the life in front of me
There was a line I really wanted to say
But I kept thinking on it instead
My thoughts were growing,
Coasting on the clouds, floating
Helping see the shine in a pinprick of lead
Not even sure that's what I wanted to be said
Swish it up
Let it flow from the edge of my bed
Singing with the reflection
Always brings life more affections
Those I miss, I wish upon this bliss
We'll meet again in this beautiful abyss
You'll make me smile when thinking of guile
Hope you sit and stay a while
Memories of you are lacking this choir
Singing with you here feels warmer than a winter fire
Your presence lit up those eternal moments
I see you past the branches
Rooted so deep we can still share dances
I wish we could share more dances
I thank you for the chance to have this
And I'm living for this now

I fucked around for a while
Played dumb
Didn't listen
Thought I did
Anyways...
Got hit with a barrage of good intentions
Misguided my way through with honesty
Mixed with a layer of surfaces, pleasantly
Surfaces hid something deep I guess
Some big reason nobody could know
Never that great at knowing myself
A few things for sure, time will tell,
Will is a wishing well, I wish you well,
I don't know Braille, but feel the points
Patience sews a sail to set me straight
My, this ocean is awe fully calm
It wasn't for me, time to move on
It had started to bore me, yearning for flaws
This is for me, time for us to move beyond
Back into the deepest depths within
Back into the beauty found in my friends
Finding each and every lock holding me in
Seems we hold a skeleton key to the city of grins
Opening the gates for a grand parade
Marching into the moments we lay
Together enough strength to redefine a day
I love you all, I realize your strength
I also realize I need to get out of my stubborn ways
I'm not the only one here to row
Go with the flow
That sun so surely shone


Patience is not passive
It is the property of holding no expectations 
For how the current nature should've unfolded
Of actively pursuing a goal;


That was silly.
So much to do
Find better things for you
Wander like dust blowing through
Sit for a moment to watch the sun
Feel its pull on my smoking gun
Spark a conversation of hidden relations
A meeting of the oceans
Waves continue flowing
The tide is pulling my sides
As the depths dissipate and rise


Another shelled out from a shadow cannon
Shot down the moon
Came back to a heart slammin
A fondness for you is suddenly peeking
On the tail end of an emotional peak
I walked the streets, heart beating slow
Each moment a grandiose show
"Some people have a certain glow."
Well, wouldn't ya know...
Felt my mind drop control
Keep the soul a secret, I don't want to know
Behind the scenes or up in the front row
Doesn't matter, the wind still blows
I see a crack, only thing I know,
Perpendicular to the wind that blows
And arcing deep, set in stone
Feel the breeze floating down
Bouncing off each textured edge
In these moments I drown the sounds
Feel them build inside my head
Before I know it, it's coming back
Can't go any deeper, as I'm carried aboveground 
I burst back up to the streets
Heart's burning from heat
Head's floating in the clouds, 
Each moment's ringing loud
The only thing to do is now.
I questioned myself, expanding my doubt
It helped for a few moments,
After all, there is so much I'm without
Two steps ahead of myself
I trip and crumble
Now I'm feeling mellow
My self has been humbled
The now has been done,
But you rode it into the sun,
Blinded by the light, 
Reflection bears lessons,
Find peace in the water,
Carry it to cool the fights,
Find power in the trees,
Meditate for a moment to see where it bleeds
Chop it up to feel it inspire,
Dedicated to your decider
Your will burned through itself,
Your face began to melt,
This hand has been dealt,
You must now learn projection
Use your hands to share affections
Join your hands in moments of objection
Display yourself in a manner of successions
As I give it all up to each session
Culminating in my life's repossession


Didn't let it linger, though sometimes it was near
Really though, I'm here, why waste it on fear?
Not going anywhere when the path looks clear
Practice safe habits and let love steer

May you find a voice
Illuminate the faint
Not saying it's all great
There's a lot at stake
But it appears as fate
Somehow start to relate
Eventually something is great


You think I have your full attention
But I just caught eyes with another
And now my tide has changed
The eyes formed to my stage
And I spoke with a slight stutter
Hiding the truth that begs for an utter


For one a display
Leaves a shadow another way
They say 7 years it takes to master
I say 9 months and I developed a stature
Stopped counting once I saw this pasture
Played some snakes and ladders
Nothing does matter


The most profound of all is knowing that I do not know

What I do is what I use
Defining templates, finding shoes
Some are too snug,
Some are too loose,
But my feet fit in them all
Some are great for balls,
Some I need to crawl,
Some I tend to fall,
Some let me walk on walls,
But what is this?
There is one for which I'm still yearning
The lesson I'm learning is my pairs are mismatching
So neat and tidy, yet severely lacking
Of all these shoes,
All my walks around the block,
How clearly I see none filled the hole in my sock
How clearly they show where I was still slacking
Getting cold under the fuss instead of soon hatching
But somehow my mind is latching
So I slip off my worn out sock
Wet in lethe and left rotten
And slide on a fine silk cloth
A warm love that feels forgotten
I embrace its warmth and bounce
This rhythm pulsates to full surround
Brought to this universe to again be found
Within a few instants my world turns around
Potential abound
Quality profound


I heard you say it
But it didn't resonate 
It will sink down below
Resting where it appears outdated
It will remain until I return with a statement
If I abstain I'll go insane, 
Must work it out from the folds in my brain
So I lift my active matrix integrated array
This life it shares
My life a mirror for you to hear
I walk up the stairs,
Enter the cockpit,
Parking break? Yup, dislodge it
Take off to the skies,
Reaching into unbelievable heights
Keep moving, raise the altitude
This high I achieve thanks to you
I'm tuning in, spiraling, my lasso on this sun,
alright,
In the stall you string me a chord and we danced alike 
You lift me high and I begin to slide
Press eject and we learn to fly
We coast into the night to share the delight of diaphanous light


Remove focus from external processing. 
Focus on nothing but this inherent moment
Remove all control and simply observe
Focus solely on sensations
Let the sensations guide your focus
Do not attempt to control
Remain focused on sensations
Ride the waves of the mind
If seeking to express
Focus as above, 
Remove thought from the forefront
Let sensation guide the media
Reflection occurs momentarily upon each stroke
Be swift


It's what we live for
That perpetual moment of potential bliss
Shared by each and every will, was, and is


Is there is a space between us?
There is a space between you and me
More than enough space to fit us
But we linger in a collective hologram
Waiting for a development on our land
Told me it was worse way back. When?
I can still smell the foul stench in your whim
Our eyes lie drenched in lifespans
Applying false requirements to our current stand
Based upon the word that it's never looked so grand
But your eyes lie, you stand dealt a hand
Your eyes scream that they know what they've seen
But you expect to see us through those dirtied dreams?
There are millions in need
But you eat while they bleed
Work hard for a common need, 
Our artificially conceited greed
Inhabit a lair only your kin will share
No creatures invited in from out there
I concede
Hid fears outside our friends and families,
Don't help the man he may have a disease
Not even if he begs on his knees with a "Please!"
Pretending that you are no different than me
When I can clearly see the family you're unable to feed
The job that I got handed while you were left stranded 
The trust of those who saw me in a glance
While I was stealing or running rampant
The preconceived notions found on our dry ocean
The surface of assumptions and expectations that still need erosion
When the words are spoken and situations have arisen 
I look to hear your stand, 
But I see you sit and listen
You speak of action and wisdom
But watch our struggle from a distance
The privileged are behind while we march on the front lines
They worry about their grind with a goal they can't define
We watch their system blind them
TV dramas got them crying again
Educated, but distracted with revenge
Buying up lies to escape our true cry
Putting us off until you gather the strength to deny
While our fellows are out dying in pain
I will expose where you're lying in vain
You wanted love to globally spread
But you didn't even spare some local bread
You wanted equality and a mutual respect
But you refused to accept that you are part of the disconnect
You didn't even have the time of day to hear a new dialect
You try to wash yourself free of shame
The spirit of the age is here to proclaim
You will not be free of shame
Until you change where you only place blame
And lend a hand to those whose lives are stained by the dirty hands of our societal game
That allows such pain to simply remain
While we walk past them as if man is only a grain
Relieve us, carry the pain by striving for change

I brew my batch of maintenance
It's who I am, wild sustenance
You see, we all fit
Lose the guilt and ego trips
Always on time when my clock's hands slip
Take that time for granted
Your words start coming slanted
Live it up on this beautiful land
Sift through these watered sands
And in these valleys we find grains of bliss


Toolbox? 
I burned it to a disc
Ready to play it with a flip of the wrist
Music to my ears like drip, drip, bliss


Truck stop.
unload.
had a hell of a time
Started off putting it to rhymes
Sense of release at the end of each line
Culminating in a peace, a taste of the divine


A world as it is, a question of what is
Took another hit
I landed on the script 
Eyes bending over the tip
Nerve endings folding the letters
Dulled concepts accreting round wet ears
Pulled from the giant space that's always near
Like gears giving a torque to my conscious sphere
Tuning in, the path is here


A great vision of a story yet to be told


The birds fly with soul
The sun is my window
My outlook is a detail
Attention on the big wheel
As it incorporates all I need to feel


With the cold in our bones
We may build fires
From these chills our life has grown
A warmth floods the home


Acknowledge the stone briar
Thorny truths on the outlier
Halftruths, the current a survivor
Awaiting a decider
To blossom from a halfhearted denier
Into the greatunknownminder
Gathering fellow bones around warm fires

Connecting some dots
With leaks from my faucet
Two by two they're caught
Until you think you lost it
The lines are building walls again
Fencing in concepts to tend
What a trip this pen thing is
I never know what power it'll give
My mind is empty until filled with bliss
Fulfilled by what Earth's music is
Then come the waves of form again
A brainstorm in the sands of a friend
A reflection shimmers,
Hope I'm good swimmer,
I'm gonna let this one simmer...
An understanding whispers
Brought back to that time,
Brought it back anew,
Riding with you in the shine of each line
These moments are few,
And I'm happy to have this with you,
Escape from the grind, embrace my mind
Let it rain, let it shine, 
Let it fall to the world in front of my eyes
As these templates combine
A feedback loop is made with mine
Tip of my tongue, 
Yet from a great deep space,
An exhale of the lungs,
A breath in of fate,
In this realm of great distance,
How should one relate?
I breathe to fuel my fissions
Keep moving, but start to listen
Unruly at heart with love in my vision
Using words to display my condition


with these words of freedom i bind my soul
a window to peer to the ones my eye told
my brothers, my sisters, my mothers, my fathers, my children, you, zhe, and me
my pets, my plants, my meals, a yard of ants, a buzzing bee
the ones who sit and work and see, while i pretend i am the only to be
when i allow them in and feed them grins i know their love will flow in my winds
flow through my whole to bend gold from my mold as i sit and i wonder how many i told
in these moments of sanity i try to recover
try to find myself in the hands of another
for these hands which now write, are looking only to bite
into the soul of my life, beyond the years of my plight
when we all join as one it is a beautiful sun
radiating as one, i can view each ray as it strikes among
the millions i know, free to run my show, i smile, i know
these millions will glow so long my eyes they are shown


i must take part, be one with the art
bring it home to the stars, spindles and quarks
within my mind darts, a love of the heart
growing eternally, yet each beat is a fresh start
a moment apart, the chorus is singing
why are you not singing, eternally dancing
the world is your master, you are the same master
we are one dancer, together much faster
the DNA crafter, a wonderous masher
the visons crash laughter, pour love up from their shores after
singing names and seeding ladders,
here comes the mad hatter
or perhaps a jack or vera
sitting on steps of handed quiere
los vatos mierda, con gratis disfruto.
The inner soul is full of joy. Reveal my secrets and sew me whole. With each day, "I" heeds your call.
You may not care the slightest and may not be the brightest, but from here "I" sees you're mighty for you created it all.

And the jumbling sea rose above the wall.

Through this chaos comes the order you enthrall.
 
Amy S
#124 Posted : 4/3/2013 5:25:41 AM

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Pretty Little Problems
Put on your matte black Saratogas
To protect you from the eyes of your friends
You litigate on summer afternoons
Your neck is stiff and you are sore for company
You are sore company

You want to be a damsel in distress
Because you're afraid of everything
You're afraid of a whole lot of nothing

Put on your sunglasses
Hide your bourgeois eyes
Check yourself in your pretty little mirror
Your pretty little hair and pretty little clothes
You're a pretty little girl in distress
And you're afraid of nothing

Everything is everything
And nothing you do means anything
If you had any sense
You'd be afraid of being nothing

You check yourself in the mirror
Your pretty little face and pretty little clothes
Are fading fast and you're getting desperate

Pull down your skirt
If it makes you feel like a younger girl
Let him put his hand up your shirt
If it makes you feel dangerous again
Cause he's got a pretty face and popular hair
And you think that he has manners
He's a fashionable man with a wife to fit
And he closes his eyes when he's inside you

Looking for love for a reason to cry
Your boring little face your stupid little eyes
You're fading fast you're getting desperate

You want to be a damsel in distress
But nothing less could have happened
You want to be something and complicated
But nothing you do means anything

You check yourself in the mirror
Fix your make-up and coif your hair
You're busy acting civilised
Oh what a brave new pretty girl

You're falling but you think you're flying
Drinking expensive wine in your expensive suit
You never had a thought
In your pretty little head

You're empty inside but you don't feel it
Focus on the money
Put on lingerie and make him want you
Focus on the money
As long as it looks good

Your window is open and you're letting in stray wind
You can be so easy to resist when you're like this
Your window is open and you're letting in stray wind
You are useless



Welcome Home Laurelie
It's alright it's alright it's alright
Come on in you're welcome here
Just come on home we love you here
We're all the same we haven't changed
And we suspect that neither have you

Yeah it's alright it's alright alright
You're one of us you're with us now
We won't forget our love for you
We're all mediocre here no need to fear
Your insecurities and mediocrities
Are nothing we can't handle

Cause we don't forget our love for you
And we know we're all the same
We're all disappointments here
You'll fit right in with your adult eyes
A little wine is all you need for any conversation
 
Wax
#125 Posted : 4/3/2013 8:12:22 AM

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A message to ourselves.

Manic, pedantic, and slightly panicked
It's tragic how we traffic this madness
Blinded by the glasses of our masters
Our faces plastic, hearts casted in plaster
While we search for that happily ever after

Nuclear reactor, oversight by slackers
Guess the joke's a little dry, I hear no laughter
Mother Nature birthed a race, some seem to think we've lapped her
Water up to the waist, and seems a bit blacker

Our opinions differ which makes decisions faster
Get out your clippers to save during rapture
Love thy neighbor and evade your captor
Inhale the vapors and open your aperture
'Little spider weaves a wispy web, stumblin' through the woods it catches to my head. She crawls behind my ear and whispers secrets. Dragonfly whiz by and sings now teach it.'
 
VIII
#126 Posted : 4/3/2013 8:17:07 PM

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The storms have calmed
The weather clearer
My mind has expanded
Within ever-dearer
The world as I see it,
A new chapter to hear this


My reality and my form danced for years
Kept my form tight with love
Fed it with reality through my human gears
Until the day came,
The weather quite cold, the sun never brighter
Thought maybe I'd play diver
And never expected I'd find her
She blossomed with beauty and warmth
Sharing her view of the torch
I took apart my own tick
With a force driven through the wrist
I ventured beyond mother Earth
With the guidance of the Sun
I bounce quick, but I am tied to the sun
No matter, they say you're real fun
Venture beyond through the planetary playground as one
To the fluid depths of other world's
To my great-grandmother's living room,
To the two-dimensional harpoon
To the pieces that fit and move
Seeing what I cannot undo
Seeing the connection between all we do
Seeing the selections through a new view
I never would have thought this is what I'd do


Keep the universe in mind
If you haven't already
Adapt metaphorically
From this your mind grew time


Rising up to stand below
In this snowfall the fire grows
A change of seasons, a yearly show
Usually my fault, I'm a careless spore
Summer salts and sweaty pores
By the end of this extraction
You'll be worth the will to endure


Oh nature, how I love thee so dearly
Your sight is a infant's eye, so clearly
With the wisdom of the ages
Written in your active pages
The dance of the sages
The prance of the platelets
The lance of the maybes
The romance of the crazies
All one with your hazes
All fools under your faces
The clock rewinds, a vision reminds
Share with the minds, a world realigns
Share with all life,
All existing, all remixing,
Remember your family, friends, lovers
Fellow journeyers, fellow wanderers,
Give freely from your heart and mind
Enjoy luscious arts and wines
Return again, with a child's eyes
Learning from your parent's lies
The old reborn into fresh dyes
The many who adorn these comforting skies
With us, we be, I are, I will, I stand
Cannot be damned, I extend my hand


You can clear your mind
Remaining is time to redefine
My body remembers its habits
A model of past havoc, personal crimes
I can make changes through this static
Here, enhancing with mind magic
This empty blackness, seen clearly
Replaced by those who wait
Autonomously create, kindling moments dearly
Seeing yourself from above,
Seeing my mind fill the room,
Heart screaming, "Love! Love! Love!"
As a blackness is painted in blue,
This feeling shone through
I came unglued
Minutes compressed from thirty to three
With the help of a tune
Laughing my ass off
Still feeling the presence of you
Wondering if this can be real
How can this possibly be real?
With eyes removed, I'm still seeing through
Talking to you with each dancing move
Responding visions warming the groove
Until my last breath, you amuse


Looking back upon the day I saw a hump of words to say
Bursting through any way I came
Screaming to me of what I'd been through
Walking to and from, day after day after day
Telling my insides I'm feeling extra fine
As my previous life is reduced to a stain
Growing each moment, days become synchronocity-lined
Not sure of any words I could be saying,
Never really felt this way, but what a beautiful day!
Seeing the world with more eyes as each blind eye turns
One, two, three, four, who knows, maybe more
Looking over this double vision, seems I met a four
Then I start thinking about high fives
All you need for life are five, or so my hand writes
Extra workers on this midnight shift,
Never happy with this, always wanting to give it a twist
Got my pot, got my sod, got my water
Let them do what they want to do,
Said a fish out of the blue,
I smiled, "what would I do without you?"
You reply, "probably get high instead"
And so we continue to bop our head.
The inner soul is full of joy. Reveal my secrets and sew me whole. With each day, "I" heeds your call.
You may not care the slightest and may not be the brightest, but from here "I" sees you're mighty for you created it all.

And the jumbling sea rose above the wall.

Through this chaos comes the order you enthrall.
 
Mr.Peabody
#127 Posted : 4/10/2013 6:40:25 AM

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I with this I can share with you one of my favorite types of moments of existence.

Harmony

The wind
softly stirs
the blades of grass.

The sun shines brightly
radiating the warmth
of the burning embers
of an echo,
of The Original Act,
of creation.

Water gradually condenses
into clouds,
pushed by currents,
gliding effortlessly
across the sky.

Alone, in calm thought
a man sits
upon the Earth,
a culmination of eons
of universal evolution,

to witness.

To hear,

the grandest melody
played on a cosmic scale.

To see,

everything
in harmonious oscillation.

To feel,

everything
in perfect tune.

Quietly, the cosmos sits,
and the wind
softly stirs
the blades of grass.
Be an adult only when necessary.
 
Mustelid
#128 Posted : 4/10/2013 12:00:16 PM

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Martha and the Engineer




As soon as Martha placed the squash in its proper receptacle, crazed laughter could be heard emanating from every pore of the engineer's salt encrusted skin.

"I need the wombat lure!", shrieked Martha, like a crazed firefighter with an airstream trailer and a six-pack of cheap beer.

Flowing asparagus beamed harmoniously as if the exact moment of causality could be predicted by Turkish bartenders. Still it wasn't enough to appease the patron saint of toenail clippings.

The shifting of the rotation caught the politicians by surprise. "Damn all the toothpaste, Damn it to hell!" cried out the masses of walnut farmers as they gathered their golf balls under the cold uncaring moonlight.

Still, pondered Martha, remembering her journey through outskirts of Nebraska, hauling a load of small red beans to a noted astrophysicist.
"I just can't stop spray-painting my lawn, just because some bastard decides to do the tango inside of a rotary phone."

Snapping awake, she realized that the sardines with the proper dispersal, could act as a catalyst for revolt in the accounting guild.
She would have to move fast, as the engineer had already started to recite a passage from Mao's Redbook to a hyperactive lawn sprinkler.

"Shoom, shoom, shoom" was the constant sound of the coffee pot as its tones punctuated the silence of the room. The flicker of candlelight catching an occasional Rabbi as their gaunt forms ever so lightly spiraled up into the vortex.

As she walked down the hall, the gleam of her rhinestone studded sunglasses reflected off of the institutional walls. She turned the corner and found herself face to face with an Italian meter maid. In a somber tone, Martha explained, "Dish towels aren't microwave safe, you must soak them in goat's milk."

The Italian nodded in agreement, handing Martha a small box containing seven collectible toys found in cracker-jack boxes.

Sighing, the engineer made a furtive gesture with his gnarled hands. The telephone poles swaying to their own internal rhythm. "Soon,
" he thought to himself, a law would be passed against burlap, and his own sofa would thus be criminalized.

He waited, a deeply grooved fingernail scratching his tonsils thoughtfully; realization struck, it was not his own finger.
 
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#129 Posted : 4/10/2013 12:10:10 PM

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i liked that Mustelid, especially the way it was structured.

got any more?
INHALE, SURVIVE, ADAPT

it's all in your mind, but what's your mind???

fool of the year

 
Mustelid
#130 Posted : 4/11/2013 7:24:35 AM

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Thanks 3rdI. Most of my prose is on a hard drive from a dead laptop, I'll have to get one of those laptop drive to external cradle adapter things to rescue the contents.

 
alloneallalone
#131 Posted : 4/27/2013 12:58:58 PM

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We're consumeristic drones, designed for compliance.
Free speech is silenced, at any sign of defiance.
So replace peaceful protest, with prosperous violence.
Because these terroristic tyrants have this down to a science.

Words fall short expressing how I feel,
Every day they're busy making nightmares real,
Please tell me how they could try, and still fall so far behind,
And just how deep is this lie that's been engraved in our minds?

They tell you what you want to hear,
They show you what you want to see,
They steal the money that you make,
Exchanged for false security,
So just stick to the job you hate,
You'll get somewhere eventually,
Just like your parents used to say,
You'll be just what you want to be.

But how can you trust the teacher, when the teacher is paid to betray?
How can police keep the peace, if the only goal is to lock you away?
You follow the rules without question, as complacent as sheep that they slay.
you fall right into their deception, You believe every word that they say.




I feel that this poem is really simple and rather emotionless compared to alot of the poetry in this thread. But it's got a catchy flow at least. Razz

If we are all one, we are all alone.
 
Mustelid
#132 Posted : 5/3/2013 3:48:14 PM

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I liked it, alloneallalone. It's angry, but constructive anger about issues like this is a good thing in my opinion.
 
bub
#133 Posted : 5/23/2013 11:11:53 PM

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Now I see

I see more but know much less
my cheeks blush at my own naivety
a warm tear rolls down my face
a salty taste upon my tongue
I broke the veil

bub
taina naina nainí
 
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#134 Posted : 6/18/2013 6:13:43 PM
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A verse

Not just for the reasons of the stated facts
But something more implicit is what causes me to act
Hidden as it is, and I do not care to know
It conveys cultivation and it causes me to grow
 
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#135 Posted : 6/20/2013 3:30:29 PM
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Today slightly more.

This laughing matter
It is no joke
And if you should snicker
We'll the devil invoke

This sorry tail
It isn't upsetting
And if you should wail
Well you know what you're getting

Do you need a hand to see
The paradox of reality?
One moment it's this then it is that
Changing conviction at the drop of a hat.
What you call truth is merely a rhyme
A strange synchronicity developed in time

So dance all ye strangers with one another
And rejoice in the presence of the one you call other
For the other is you as you know only by difference
What are you without them when you loose all your reference?
 
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#136 Posted : 7/7/2013 5:13:31 AM

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i was reading the thread about battling malevolent entities and i recently had a trip wherein i met a dark entity so i wrote a poem.

once a mighty daemon met, upon a dark and starry night
with feet in grass and as child slept i summoned sword, and stepped to fight;

through the fog and tumbling haze, i strained my sight and sought to see,
to look around with piercing gaze, until i faced my enemy
a room of brass, a pit of fire, the shifting pieces flip and dance
a blonde haired blue eyed lover passed, the focus slips from in my hands

and lo, behold! infront of me, a shifting shape of pure dark nature
hissing, spitting in my mind, demonic snake, devouring fear, dark, devoid of empathy.

A child, my friends, a wicked web, illusory but here to taste, within my mental reference, but like a will-o-wisp it fades.

the sword won't cut unless the mind is sharp
the light won't shine unless the heart is clean
the eyes won't see unless the thoughts are silent
and the beast will starve if it is fed love and forgiveness

head of a cow, wings of a dragonfly, spine of a dragon, a thousand grasping clawed hands. what am i? what are you?
what are you?
what are you?
They don't think it be like it is, but it do.
 
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#137 Posted : 9/3/2013 8:35:27 PM

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Orange oil oozing out of origin,
our obedience omits originality.


What would we want when wakefulness wanes?
Neither need nor nostalgia; nothing - noted.


Does death deter deranged delusions?
Infinite information isn't inaccessible.


Two truths told, to torment, trouble;
To take this totally terrific twist
and answer, amiccably,
another absurdity arisen.


Relinquished - ratified 'round ropes regurgitating revenge.
Failure fucking fell face first, future fortified.


Holding hands.
Dire, dirty dirt.


Pacing, patiently pondering posture,
passively purifying paraded pride.
With every great plan comes the pleasure of patience. Take a rest, and grab a suckle off the teat of life!
 
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#138 Posted : 9/4/2013 1:45:54 PM

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Awesomely alliterative allegory, champion channeler of change, Changalvia!
JBArk is a Mandelthought; a non-fiction character in a drama of his own design he calls "LIFE" who partakes in consciousness expanding activities and substances; he should in no way be confused with SWIM, who is an eminently data-mineable and prolific character who has somehow convinced himself the target he wears on his forehead is actually a shield.
 
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#139 Posted : 9/11/2013 4:33:43 AM

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The Last Step

If in crawling closer to the edge...
can be felt a convolution converging,
beneath the rubble,
beneath the ground,
beneath the feet...

A quivering curling up the nerves, hatching onto the hamstrings,
twirling round' the spine, shaking me unsteady,
steering me off the path,
opting me to reconsider...
until whatever scrutiny once struck out of me,
now wavers over with thoughts of cessation cascading afoot, no more - once again.

The conspiracy...
spent months crushing like walnuts between the toes,
again sprouting like a weed,
swirling like a vine, constricting me,
capsizing consideration, combusting confidence,
until the very feet themselves lose motion and freeze in they're own print.

If I can barely inch an eye over the crux,
If I can barely breathe from the anxiety...
but still, with such security, still,
I leap...

Tell me... if I leap...
Am I still intrepid by nature for leaping or an invertebrate after all for setting myself free?

“The quest is to be liberated from the negative, which is really our own will to nothingness. And once having said yes to the instant, the affirmation is contagious. It bursts into a chain of affirmations that knows no limit. To say yes to one instant is to say yes to all of existence.”
 
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#140 Posted : 9/13/2013 1:57:02 PM

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Finally found some poems I wrote about 10 years ago... thought all were lost... I hope you enjoy Smile


INNER BATTLE

What will it take to crush desire.
Burning as an untamed fire.
Consuming heart and mind and deed.
An ever growing utter need.

A battle so intense it's toll,
Will leave a brand upon his soul,
The likes of which have ne'er been felt.
A brand to force his hope to melt.

He wonders why the voice within,
Would tease, and tear and strike at him,
To rend his being thus in twain,
And forsake his rapture to wane.
Pup Tentacle

You are precisely as big as what you love and precisely as small as what you allow to annoy you.
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