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Kyman
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 Posted - Feb 09 2007 : 1:25:51 PM
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there is a meeting between cosmic angels
who's bodies are the seven oceans
shall we stealthily sneak into this meeting?
you are not an ocean you say?
that is okay?
i will imagine a life without you
and cry until the bounty
is presentable
the thought of not having you
will make many oceans
invite as many guests as you like |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Feb 11 2007 : 11:05:23 AM
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my words are like seeds
i plant them in the soul
of your mind
everyone hold hands
as we transform
into blooming
petals |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Feb 11 2007 : 12:11:16 PM
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our meeting
divine play
a catalyst for each other's soul
when you return from your adventure
prepare for another
our souls cross
and in the X is a buried treasure
unearth the prize together
we WILL |
Edited by - Kyman on Feb 11 2007 12:31:35 PM |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Feb 12 2007 : 11:42:04 AM
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i toil the soil
of the soul
the sea shall part
like a sea shell
SEE
we shall |
Edited by - Kyman on Feb 12 2007 11:50:58 AM |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Feb 12 2007 : 5:04:04 PM
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heavy is the head
that wears the frown
the crown
is light as air |
Edited by - Kyman on Feb 12 2007 5:11:05 PM |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Feb 13 2007 : 10:06:13 AM
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these words
can teach you the language
of intuition
if you would sit still
and listen |
Edited by - Kyman on Feb 13 2007 10:12:24 AM |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Feb 16 2007 : 01:56:16 AM
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my beautiful cat
the sound effect machine
i coax him into relaxation
just for the laugh
i call him the 'coffee brewer' |
Edited by - Kyman on Feb 16 2007 02:55:28 AM |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Apr 18 2007 : 2:49:18 PM
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Material girl in a material world-
there is a little girl's head barely visible
the source of light is unknown
the shadow, pervasive
with short black locks she looks down
engaged in some activity
working hard to find some 'thing'
as her metal body comes into view
massive adamantine shoulder joints
revolve in urgency
skinny pipe arms work fiercely
jerking and tearing at some thing
laying lifeless in the body's iron cradle
it is a dead girl's headless body
bloody and turned open, emptied
it has been searched, nothing was found
the metallic body is frantic
it sifts through the organs yet again
nothing was found
the little girl's head looks with a machine heart
but no matter where she looks
she can't find god |
Edited by - Kyman on Apr 19 2007 10:23:55 AM |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - May 19 2007 : 1:47:51 PM
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No Lies Agreed Upon-
think and grab fast
when you compare and contrast
this cloudy wonder
you cannot grasp
placing handfuls side by side
straining to reference our holdings
we try to draw solid knowledge
to rest our souls upon
but the mists dissipate so quickly
slipping between our curious fingers
no agreements can be made
only the truth remains |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - May 21 2007 : 11:15:03 AM
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In the wild
where trees whisper
of god's thoughts
a mother's child
drags behind
in her unyielding grip
it is better to carry
this dead child
for days if necessary
her heart fully invested
beginning anew
isn't easy
on the branches, whispers grow
trees sway in her direction
she never mourns alone |
Edited by - Kyman on May 21 2007 12:00:17 PM |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - May 30 2007 : 02:16:22 AM
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Of Mothers
Mother
of mothers
and fathers
I call
to your gaze
bestow upon me
your vision
so I may realize myself
as whole
let me be
true
to your eye
so I may
see
its intent
heaven
is a path
to you
that never
ends |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Jun 06 2007 : 5:19:25 PM
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a spontaneous
alchemical combustion
produces haiku
mind flickering brush
intuitive wrist bending
happy accidents |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Jun 29 2007 : 11:43:32 PM
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You exist
in logic's perverted twist,
backward vision
yields an inverted wish
When seeing double
aim for the center,
it's insane to believe
the middle is splintered
A path
retrieving its own tracks,
relieving the spell cast,
here where there's
no past
First memory and last |
Edited by - Kyman on Jun 30 2007 12:24:21 AM |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Jul 21 2007 : 11:12:16 PM
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Of course meditation feels good!
Do you think I am doing this
for my health?
hehehe |
Edited by - Kyman on Jul 22 2007 12:36:06 AM |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Jul 24 2007 : 3:38:51 PM
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Memory realized
is realized unreal. Knowledge!
Realization swirls...
A timeless center,
converging forms of data
synthesize. Knowing! |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Jul 25 2007 : 11:00:29 AM
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Girl Wearing Source-
this girl was sky class
waves wore her dress
when she passed
she laughed and
changed the day's path
when it's time to reason
she sees rhyme
in the season
the night, it has
so many questions
that one harassed
by the sun and moon
they wonder who
this angel is
whose light and dark
in One are cast |
Edited by - Kyman on Jul 25 2007 11:20:17 AM |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Jul 27 2007 : 4:23:45 PM
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Tom's Broken Hand-
He makes lunch
for one, straining hard
just to scrunch his thumb.
His hand, barely works
and aches from lack of use.
Tom can barely hold his grasp
his life, slipping through.
Tom's hand hurts at night
with weak and lonely joints.
It's not how Tom planned
but Tom's hand only points. |
Edited by - Kyman on Jul 28 2007 11:01:21 AM |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Sep 03 2007 : 3:12:33 PM
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The path that disappears-
meant to be or
meant to see?
not to know
just to go?
do we have it made
in a grave
with with earth above
and heaven below?
don't see?
reach out!
with all heart
and no doubt
walk the path
that disappears
without reasons
without fear |
Edited by - Kyman on Sep 03 2007 3:22:01 PM |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Jan 24 2008 : 2:19:24 PM
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anew, mind detached
from feature
yet the shadow
casts its past
on the creature
deep impressions
from having been given a name
indent upwards into mind
a house of identity
this hollow home
mirrors a place
that can be traced
to empty space
samskaras burnt
scars away
a fire of night
revealed the day |
Edited by - Kyman on Jan 26 2008 01:35:58 AM |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Jan 26 2008 : 01:32:30 AM
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I got a plant on my pillow
but I never let it grow
I got buckets full of water
but I never let them flow
I have roots that lead to heaven
but I'll never let them know
I have the seeds of a MightY Oak
but I'm just a weeping willow |
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Kyman
530 Posts |
Posted - Feb 01 2008 : 07:07:08 AM
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slow plans
on quick sand
cannot fall
where they do not stand
an army of pride
defeated by one rattling scoff
every one a lone
still haggling off
a still butterfly
perched upon a traveling moth
which stirs up dreams
when it's taking off
born from the darkness
to see its life
they seek to die
in a sea of light
focused into the abstract
I laugh at
myself, mind trips
into flashback
what comes clear
doesn't come near
you feel fear
if this is unclear
knowledge impacts
but truth has no touch
can't have proof
if there is no such
the mystery
found in the wonderful
search in the place
where the gaze is vulnerable |
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