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02-26-2008, 11:56 PM
Most people don't ask for Enlightenment, and many others never get it. Maybe someday I'll understand. I was sitting on a hill on a sunny day, thinking about life, when, for a single instant, one trilling and triumphant moment, I pierced what is called 'the Mundane Shell.' I saw shapes swimming in a field of neon bands, surging with the colors of Africa. I saw the world before my eyes through the alchemical crystal, revealed, at once, in its simultaneous compelxity and simplicity. My third eye must have blinked. But only a glimpse -- and then, a ripple, a slackening of intensity, and the moment was lost.
Was i tripping? Yes. Yes i was.
02-27-2008, 12:57 AM
This woman is the table of his life
This table is a cup he lifts, a receptacle of
weights, measures proportions
Without it he cannot
know his own hands from the ink a printer mixes
with water the right proportions or lines will grey-out
in the poem He knows the yellow cake he likes
the chocolate frosting rich with butter his mouth knows
more than tablespoons of shortening, cups of it
spacing his wife's day Till with his hand he cups
her chin, lifts to mix her mouth with his
02-27-2008, 12:59 AM
nice one...... !!!!
even its little" confuse me......
02-27-2008, 01:36 AM
Our pleas have gone unnoticed.
Our voices are unknown.
We roam the alley’s and your streets,
While searching for a home.Our mouths do not know the taste
Of food that’s off a plate.
We depend on scraps from others,
After they have ate.
While money’s spent to fight our wars
And build military might,
We, the homeless, struggle on ~
With rags to warm the night.
Our brothers and our sisters
Walk by and only stare,
No kindness offered from their hearts.
The compassion is not there.
Saddened and discouraged,
From disgusted looks we receive,
We see the children laugh and point
At what they do perceive.
They are made believe that we are dirt
And have brought about our woes.
How very wrong for you to think.
How little that you know.
We are part of society, too.
But, we pay the ultimate price
Of having lonely roads to walk,
While governments roll their dice.
Politicians will not face us
Or look us in the eye.
They seem to think we don’t exist
And the problem soon will die.
Know the country is turning it’s back
And ignoring human rights
While we, the homeless, try to survive;
So weak we cannot fight.
Priorities appear to get mixed up
When juggled by a few.
Politicians who long for nothing,
They’re so shiny and brand new.
The art museum must be given a grant
To continue its marvelous work.
The elite would not know what to do,
To satisfy their quirk.
Let’s not forget the pilot study.
Should we build a road through there?
Spend that money foolishly.
Governments simply don’t care.
And, don’t forget to toss more money
To renovate some old house;
The importance of who lived there, once,
And the interest it would arouse.
These are a few of our misspent dollars,
Being laid and put to rest.
Sadly enough, these politicians
All think it’s for the best.
The words that I am trying to say
Are meant to open some eyes.
When governments say they’re doing their best,
That’s nothing but a lie!
So take a look around you,
At where these grants should go.
Take the homeless off cold streets.
Let’s warm their hearts and soul.
02-27-2008, 03:00 PM
My heart is screaming, I’m tired of it all! How much more can my heart take… God oh God come please take away the screaming desire that burns through my heart. It eats at me, it clings to me. I want to SCREAM. I want to yell with a passion… I’m tired of keeping quiet, I’m tired of waiting. This pain is going to get loose somehow. I’m tired of acting polite; I’m tired of keeping my head on straight. The only thing keeping me from losing it is now you God… God is holding me down, whispering in my ear. Whispers of peace and comfort. But why isn’t that enough… Why does my earthly body drive for more…? It’s not fair… Pain is not to be bottle up! Pain and torment is not intended to keep as pets. They only eat everything that has even a glimpse of happiness. They feast on all the good… I want to scream in pain. Will it release me if I scream loud enough? Will my yells of pain and indifference force the pain to turn its vengeful eyes off of me?
02-28-2008, 01:06 AM
What is obvious to the oblivious is what’s small is small and whats big is big.
Your tongue ties trails of persons paths together like the prints of your finger.
What is obvious to the oblivious is the pattern sewn together by your words in those paths.
It’s a path because it’s the only way to go down that road even though road is never shown.
It’s to be oblivious as intelligent is to nirvana as death is to have lived is to sing.
So you string out the soles to wander your path to where nobody knows but to where they are.
What is oblivious to the observers is the naked invisibility of the street signs directing them.
so the wanderers wonder and the observers miss the point and laugh and cry and try and try.
And then there are those
who nobody knows
actually have a nose
for directing those shows
they wear the same clothes
and stomp the same burrows
but they are on their toes
and on your back they chose
to place their troubles.
02-28-2008, 03:04 PM
People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. When you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do. When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend, and they are. They are there for the reason. you need them to be. Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up or out and force you to take a stand. What me must realized is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on.
When people come into your life for a SEASON, it is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They may bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real. But, only for a reason.
LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; those things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person/people (any way), and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life.
It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.
02-28-2008, 03:13 PM
some realy good stuff u got there...keep it up
02-29-2008, 10:06 PM
Iím navigating Bloomfield Avenue
To Coltraneís crumpled prayer of saxophones,
A love supreme, divine and true.
Pedestrians behind the orange cones
Are waiting for their bus or heart attack
With paper cups and dirty broken bones.
There is column running front and back
And waiting at this corner where it stopped.
There really isnít any rhythm track.
Disgusted with the dynamite, Iíd dropped
The flying highway route from my routine.
And now the sound, meandering, has copped
A plea, and fallen somewhere in between
The bumpers and bodegas. Lawyered-up.
A love supreme, and silent and pristine.
And dripping from the bottom of a cup
That jaywalks in the images above
My dashboard, sliding crosswise in the sup-
lementrary medium of dreams that hov-
er in the crosswalk in the dying day.
A love supreme, a love supreme, a loveÖ
04-01-2008, 06:33 PM
HOW can you lie so still? All day I watch
And never a blade of all the green sod moves
To show where restlessly you toss and turn,
And fling a desperate arm or draw up knees
Stiffened and aching from their long disuse;
I watch all night and not one ghost comes forth
To take its freedom of the midnight hour.
Oh, have you no rebellion in your bones?
The very worms must scorn you where you lie,
A pallid mouldering acquiescent folk,
Meek habitants of unresented graves.
Why are you there in your straight row on row
Where I must ever see you from my bed
That in your mere dumb presence iterate
The text so weary in my ears: "Lie still
And rest; be patient and lie still and rest."
I'll not be patient! I will not lie still!
There is a brown road runs between the pines,
And further on the purple woodlands lie,
And still beyond blue mountains lift and loom;
And I would walk the road and I would be
Deep in the wooded shade and I would reach
The windy mountain tops that touch the clouds.
My eyes may follow but my feet are held.
Recumbent as you others must I too
Submit? Be mimic of your movelessness
With pillow and counterpane for stone and sod?
And if the many sayings of the wise
Teach of submission I will not submit
But with a spirit all unreconciled
Flash an unquenched defiance to the stars.
Better it is to walk, to run, to dance,
Better it is to laugh and leap and sing,
To know the open skies of dawn and night,
To move untrammel'd down the flaming noon,
And I will clamour it through weary days
Keeping the edge of deprivation sharp,
Nor with the pliant speaking on my lips
Of resignation, sister to defeat.
I'll not be patient. I will not lie still.
And in ironic quietude who is
The despot of our days and lord of dust
Needs but, scarce heeding, wait to drop
Grim casual comment on rebellion's end:
"Yes; yes . . . Wilful and petulant but now
As dead and quiet as the other are."
And this each body and ghost of you hath heard
That in your graves do therefore lie so still.
04-04-2008, 10:02 PM
I love it!
04-08-2008, 12:44 PM
Very nice, caught me off guard with how much there was but i read it
06-10-2008, 11:53 AM
Can't say sheila, dame or bird.
Baldy, shorty, fatty, lanky.
Froggy, Eytie, Pommy, Yankee
Jeez I'm getting' bloody cranky.
Honey, darlin' they're not on sir
Gotta say it circumspectly
Sweetheart, sexy. Hell, I'm a gone sir
Not said politically correctly.
To win the heart of a sweet lady
And stay politically correct
Can't be sleezy, oily, shady
Cannot have me romance wrecked
I shall do it so politely
I'll learn meself another lingo.
Buona mattina voi tessoro
Comment disparait amoureux
There ya go that sounds better
Real polite, romantic too
Now go over to your web translator
Translation, folks is up to you
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