Dreaming in the twilight of the netherworlds,
like an angel of the highest order.
Fire protects what I say and do.
I can't die if I don't fear.
I will create my heaven
and the rungs of the ladder
will build themselves before me.
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Posted: Jul 2010
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What ever you Think...is true!
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When I speak to myself,
I sound like a wireless set tuned just before a station.
A white noise with the essence of conversation,
peaking to treble and drumming the white noise to bass.
But I cannot understand what it is I am saying.
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Posted: Jul 2010
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Relinquish your soft palaces of paper.
Your items of gore & death majic.
Those who see,
knoe the value and worth of the base building blocks of cosmic dust.
The molecules of Kepsheth cannot be contained in mere boxes of atomic slime.
The breath of life is subtil & variegated.
And in the end cannot be imprisoned by links in a chain.
Relinquish your small and primitive systems of thought.
This is the new age.
Relinquish your facile emotions.
Your faceless concern.
Your love of hate of love.
Awaken & roam the house of many rooms.
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
Distraction can be costly when pursuing reality.
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There are days when I am lonely
People are conversing at the mall
I am walking like a zombie
Awaiting for that most friendly call
Yet I fear being alone today
When I get up in the morning I face reality
Let the chips fall as they may
I want to be part of this society
Walk with the people of the world
In peace and harmony
It is all good someday we will see
Just how sweet people can be
Peace and love to all
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
The isolation and hurt of being alone
reading and writing is a good escape
and the internet provide a good network
Peace and love to all
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Like a tumbler
lock puzzle,
the gates of
the chute
must be open.
If all, but the last
gate of time,
is open in line,
there is still no chute to be gotten.
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Posted: Jul 2010
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We can navigate this time as it happens.
But there is no map that would steer you on the right course.
Stars & doorways must align.
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There is no sound
as loud as the bustling expanse of silence.
A sheet of rolling thunder,
strident in its violence.
Its numbing ether
that would zombify
the air around
there is no sound
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Posted: Jul 2010
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One of the natures of an empty vessel
is to be filled.
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The momentum of a spiral path,
that narrows to a point,
is intensified to unimaginable scales.
Forever spinning away from comfortable, deliberate & referential paths.
The runaway orbit is under no control,
save for the rules of atomic slime.
A tiny flotsam
bobbing and treading
in a forever accelerating journey to an infinity
with no story
that has no end.
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Posted: Jul 2010
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Like the intricacy of a 3 dimensional chess game
where a winning move does not exist.
I have had a dream within a dream within a dream.
No sooner than the opening move is made,
the dream becomes the one within it,
the dream within a dream.
and the move contains itself.
It is its own event within one dream,
but,
shifts & moves the board around,
to become all moves on all boards,
a dream within a dream within a dream.
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Posted: Jul 2010
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All dreams contain the Kernel of the movement.
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Author: Unknown
Sometimes in this world
Our view of God
Is as someone remote
Austere and angry
Hard to understand
But he shed tears
When lazarus had died
Jesus wept
Weeping is deeper
The soul is in anquish
Maybe the clouds
stand for his eyes
Could then the rain
Be a photograph
Of the other side of God
We sometimes forget to see
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Posted: Jul 2010
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Author: Unknown
Into the Vortex you twist and you spin,
Didn't I warn you that this is what Chaos
Brings?
Confusion, disruption, a mixture of things,
Things that should be hidden, things that Chaos
Wears as her
Ring.
She is not here, to cause you despair,
She is here to help you, to help you repair,
The damage in you, caused by others.
By exposing the Truth, that cannot be seen by no other.
In the Eye of the Vortex, Chaos stands still,
As you twist and turn, and your emotions spill.
Out of the Vortex like a washing machine,
Chaos spits you out,
When you are clean.
And then you re enter, the Vortex alone,
Standing by Chaos, because now you are strong.
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
If it doesn't kill you, it'll make you stronger....
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