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Kyman
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 Posted - Sep 18 2006 : 10:35:18 AM
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i forgot to remember the future's past
and fought with a phantom looming
i sought to remove this lasting coil
but this strange ache was soothing
a plotting desire stays tense
poised in elegant extension
you look on life with bent eyes
your love is an extortion
eyes like tears
and drops like fall
teardrops fall like flames
like fear...
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Sep 18 2006 : 7:32:00 PM
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intuition is a picture
that paints itself
like the one hand
that claps
experience is
a music
a singing song
singing to itself
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Edited by - Kyman on Sep 18 2006 8:14:13 PM |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Sep 19 2006 : 11:22:27 PM
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song is our ancient voice
it hushed across the earth
under the still sky
uniting life
in the rythmic opera
of communion
music is the craft
of togetherness
evolving out of our desire
to connect, and be one
before personality
there was the voice
calling out in song
inviting the sacred relationship
it is no wonder now
that we love a musician
who's 'got soul' |
Edited by - Kyman on Sep 19 2006 11:23:59 PM |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Sep 22 2006 : 01:23:53 AM
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Play hard to get
You have to
play hard to get
with heaven
Let it tempte you
lavish you
try to win your favor
But never give in!
If you let heaven know
you don't need it
you'll always have it
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One and the same
Peace is
where you find it
That's why those who understand
are calm
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Edited by - Kyman on Sep 22 2006 04:33:18 AM |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Sep 22 2006 : 01:24:53 AM
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Not like the any 'other'
Did I ever tell you
about the story of the
being from heaven that was
what it was from?
I haven't?
Oh, you're gonna
love this one... |
Edited by - Kyman on Sep 22 2006 04:33:50 AM |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Sep 22 2006 : 01:31:12 AM
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B
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i'm just
a bee in the hive
in love with the queen
like everyone else
wanting so badly
to follow her cue
to be extended from
her noble
impulse |
Edited by - Kyman on Sep 22 2006 04:34:16 AM |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Sep 22 2006 : 3:10:55 PM
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Resurrection
On those days that are hard, where I stray away from god, I grow tired of life and feel like dying.
On days where I keep close to god, and his path laid forth in the body, I am restored and feel like being born. |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Sep 23 2006 : 3:07:27 PM
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My little Americas
Each business should be a
little america
with services that
accomodate what is neccessary
to achieve balance with the individual
helping to guide newly forming mirrors
into the reflection of freedom
When each man is a mirror
he is an america
reflecting the services
which spring from
unconditional resources
into all that stand before it
This man's mirror gives
the moment it recieves
passing along
the light of liberty
facing every image
without fear
Though this mirror
has taken into itself
the entire image of the world
it has never once
refused to recipricate |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Sep 30 2006 : 3:29:49 PM
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a angel's wings
gives butterfly kisses
to the air
which is the breath taken
from a gazing bird
captured by the
empty sunset
so full of sun
and moon
Don't ask me. I never wrote anything like that before. haha |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Oct 07 2006 : 11:29:30 PM
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This poem was for the one who fell in love with my mind, but not my heart. When my mind was gone my heart was all that was there. She liked this poem, but hadn't the wisdom to be illuminated by it.
Stars fill the sky, a blanket of light illuminates your face
The earth dances with the moon, its foundation cradles you before me
A gentle breeze, we are carried into each other’s arms
Planets pull, our hearts align
Worlds manifest and reality comes to be
Just so I can say “I love you”
The rub is, she thought is was a nice poem, while I knew it was TRUE! |
Edited by - Kyman on Oct 07 2006 11:58:06 PM |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Oct 07 2006 : 11:32:49 PM
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Inspired by a dying relationship-
wondering wolly
wondered wobbily
up yonder
with hurdling holly
wobbling, wolly
wollowed winingly
till holly asked
finally
"what the **** is your problem?"
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Oct 07 2006 : 11:37:18 PM
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Here's a few more for those days I missed. I wanted to post at least one poem a day.
Found-
sunked seeker
a sinking sucker
drunk thinker
thunk things
wondered clear...
and dissappeared
No seperation-
vision unclear
endeared unto fear
undo near
so you can never be far
from here
where we're
carefree cheer
Perspectives-
my mind blinks
so the eye thinks its blind
but mind cannot see
the eye
just winks at time
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Edited by - Kyman on Oct 07 2006 11:40:05 PM |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Oct 10 2006 : 11:58:11 PM
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varied visions
like prisms
make merry
and happy prisons
happy wishes
imprison peace
with expectations
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Oct 19 2006 : 11:48:37 PM
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Vibes that do not resonate
If I were you, I would punish myself
endlessly with anger and know only
the pleasure of distracting myself
from this pain, by inflicting it
up others."
'Are you trying
to be an asshole?'
What! Of course, not. It amazes me
how no one gives themselves
any credit.
I was literarly saying that
if I were you, that is what I would
actually be doing.
So be thankful
you are not me.
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Edited by - Kyman on Oct 20 2006 04:15:30 AM |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Oct 19 2006 : 11:55:55 PM
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Don't blink
Silence staring me down
A staring contest
A contest always lost
Like looking into the sun
Fixated gaze broken
A barely discernable hiss
Humming in all directions
Showering vibrations that
Shimmer down my cheeks
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Edited by - Kyman on Oct 20 2006 12:01:11 AM |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Oct 21 2006 : 04:08:05 AM
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Sitting legs crossed,
Star crazed.
My attention
Aimed at the moon.
Its gaze beams
Staircases of light
That arc into the shimmer
Visible on my eye.
Though not from
My eye’s perspective.
I reasoned a question, but
After I stopped to think
I thought to stop thinking.
Then I experienced god
On a summer day
While sitting
On the hillside.
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Oct 23 2006 : 04:52:07 AM
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Life is but a dream,
A young girl smiles at
A passer by,
Who makes no reply.
Walking by, as if attached
To a rail, jerking them
Around corners.
Life is but a dream
We flow from scene
to scene, in a dream
we seemed to see. Or
maybe we just seemed
to see a dream.
A dream?
Life is but a dream?
Life is but a dream.
Affect flat, dimensions
of character absent.
Faces blank,
In a Night stare.
Life is but a dream,
Except when
Its a nightmare.
We may clutch someone
In our dreams, even ourselves,
But we wake
To empty arms.
Life is but a dream.
Am I a living thing?
Am I life?
Who am I,
If life
is but a dream?
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Edited by - Kyman on Oct 23 2006 05:34:09 AM |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Oct 26 2006 : 02:20:12 AM
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Progress
when you can pass someone
on the street
offer them a blessing
and know
it will result in the most
appropriate miracle
you are getting close... |
Edited by - Kyman on Oct 26 2006 06:42:19 AM |
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sadhak
India
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Posted - Oct 26 2006 : 10:07:51 PM
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quote:
Originally posted by Kyman
Progress
when you can pass someone
on the street
offer them a blessing
and know
it will result in the most
appropriate miracle
you are getting close...
Sigh, Kyman, Thanks. Now I'm probably going to have to add people on the streets to the dead animals on the streets. Dead animals have a more immediate creative, glamorous future than mere people, but I can't resist miracles sometimes.   |
Edited by - sadhak on Oct 26 2006 10:09:27 PM |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Oct 27 2006 : 11:13:53 PM
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You are very welcome.
Have you rescued any birds lately? I've found about 3 the past few years. Fortunately, there is a woman who will take injured animals in without charge. I leave a small donation if I drop off an animal.
I have a picture of the first bird, Lucky, of him actually perched on my finger. It is terribly cute. Then there was, Unlucky....
The last bird I saw get plowed over by a car. It got sucked down with the wind and rolled. I pulled over, having just left for school, and walked over to him. He was twitching a bit, but calmed after a minute or so. Probably had the wind knocked out of him. I had to wait until after school to take him to that lady but when I got back he was very active in the little shoe box I put him in. I took him outside and tried lofting him into the air but he didn't stay afloat. But after a short time he flew a bit more and then finally up on top of a shed.
I'm glad you appricated the poem. I could not have found a better place to sound this inner voice, because hear, I know, I will be recieved.
Thanks again. |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Dec 14 2006 : 5:37:56 PM
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Release me from the past
I humbly beg of you
and except this request
as invitation
to your own experience
of peace
no heart is whole
with one ear to the past
listen intently in the now
allowing both ears
to vibrate the heaven
of these words |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Jan 17 2007 : 5:43:58 PM
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thanks to the gentle voice
the sweet nothing that whispers in my ear
it comes from neither there
nor here
yet still, from everywhere
a modest light, with perfect illumination
the mysterious spectrum does not walk
in the shadow of the valley
of the seemingly explained universe
its gaze, unbound
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Feb 07 2007 : 6:36:22 PM
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The only discovery is how to enlarge the sail that captures the wind of joy, so we can streamline it into as many containers as possible. This will allow more and more focal points of vision to be included in the communion that is constantly vibrating.
All discoveries are a magnifying glass, that amplify the eternal blaze into a focal point, which combusts into spiritual eye I call mine. This 'mine' is a gift, I offer to you. A baby's job is to be born.
The discovery of the universe of I AM, which was forgetton so it could be remembered, creating the perception of birth, death, beginning, end.
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Feb 08 2007 : 08:38:33 AM
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compassion endures like truth
and has warmth, not unlike
a mother's arms, clutching
her small child
the child goes limp
when it lands on the mother's shoulder
her touch giving the security of god
all tension melts from the childs frame
on the mother's shoulder
the child is in both heaven, and the world
it is no wonder, when the child reflects heaven
it immediately falls
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Feb 09 2007 : 12:47:39 PM
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no freedom of religious expression?
would you have all oranges smell like roses?
and all toads sound like crickets?
why force your mind's filter on the world
when it is a symphony of reference points
that give birth
to the worship
of god |
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Humbly serving
