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bwall152
USA
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 Posted - May 19 2009 : 3:46:20 PM
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I dabble in poetry, and since I am trying to share more of my experience with others I decided to share a bit of my self with the self. Here you are:
The clouds in the endless sea of blue
seem both deep as the ocean
and shallow as a painting
Real as the pain of a broken finger
yet as imaginary as the fictional musings
of the sexually frustrated teenager.
They laugh the laugh of eternal salvation
yet cry the tears that come from the loss
of one's own child
the whole thing, the one and only,
the undivided self has no need for good
nor evil
for Both are Both, and Both are Neither
Only it matters, the never ending isness
that can be glimpsed, if one is careful
and vigilant enough,
in the endless abyss of the painting in the
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miguel
Spain
1197 Posts |
Posted - May 19 2009 : 6:26:05 PM
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Wonderful,
thanks |
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Sparkle
Ireland
1457 Posts |
Posted - May 19 2009 : 6:31:54 PM
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| Lovely bwall152 and welcome to the forum |
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bwall152
USA
3 Posts |
Posted - May 30 2009 : 10:02:32 AM
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Eternal redemption to a spotless mind shows
itself to me at any all times
yet i'm too busy squandering what is mine
abiding in filth and ilth not wealth but guilt
no one to cry to not even myself I know
that im the one causing my guilt ridden hell
and this is the moment the water shed fell
fell through the world through yours to my den
and here i am sitting without even a pen
to jotter down the ilckings, wilckings, and blahs
not even a pen not even a pen
lost in the wilderness without even a pen
with all of this water soaking through my head
leaving marks and darks and even some sparks
but nothing that lasts nothing that last more than a moment
the transpiration airspiration ventilation in my brain is more than
enough to make me go back sane
and yet here we are just looking at up
while down smiles at us, down smooches at us
down is the only place we know we're real
until we're up, but that was before the watershed
and now look at the change, the change so impermanent we sought to
devote our lives to it. Just another revolution until dissolution
just another one, man, just another one
all the time thought, all the time
and it does not leave nor show signs of quitting
like a rich man in court, or a bigotted drunk
I guess, I guess i'm both |
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bwall152
USA
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Posted - Jun 13 2009 : 5:43:11 PM
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If there's one constant in my life, it's confusion
If there's one constant in my life, it's optimism
If there's one constant in my life, it's pain
If there's one constant in my life, it's boredom
If there's one constant in my life, it's hell
If there's one constant in my life, it's perversion
If there's one constant in my life, it's wisdom
If there's one constant in my life, it's compassion
If there's one constant in my life, it's love
(I) thank God (I) have some constants
(I) thank God more that (my) constants change
Around the one
All in and of one
I am in a place where I
Know too much
And Realize too Little
The truth sits before my eyes
Like painted glass
shimmering and Beautiful
We are all one. The Body is a tool, a temple
And yet we are still seperated
my Thoughts betray me
Back to the Basics, Back to formula
How can I turn back now?
How can anyone? Even if they're wrong,
We see no other way. While others sleep
We seize the day. If we are dust,
That's all we are. I don't care, I don't care
But if we are the universe,
Shouldn't we remember that we are it?
I see, I feel, I am
There is a truth, that I know
I've seen too much to turn back now
That path has been set ablaze
by the fires of absolute knowledge
While I am ignorant of it
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