Incorruptible... A poem by Bea :)

I don't want your beach, most it's polluted.
And I'm proud to be a bitch for reasons convoluted.
Next time, make it a haiku, lol.

hah hah. For reasons convoluted.

I like that. I'm going to use it and pretend that I came up with it on my own.

Hope you don't mind, Bea.

It's all good :) (I just wanted a word that rhymed with polluted that I could use on the fly... but I do wish I'd made mine a haiku, lol)

Nah. Brilliance always comes on the fly.

Very perceptive.

Perception is everything..

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Now.. all this wonderful poetry, Music.

So many wonderful people..... And We are looking for proof? While we are proof ourselves?
How come?

How come we look upon whole of Universe as something out there when we are part of it.?? In it.?

What is wrong with us and our perception?

Maybe Angels can explain. I already explained it once today, in the moment, and now I forgot. Think the answers live somewhere in there.

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Isn't it funny that we doubt is it possible that there is life out there while we are proof ourselves that it is indeed possible that Universe harbors life.

How come?


Oh yeah we think that we are the only ones?
We are very special.. but wait How many different species lives on this tiny Planet?

Even here we are not the only ones..

Life is miracle on its own.. Grandest miracles of all..You are your own grandest miracle.
You can not top the Grandest , you can not make perfect more perfect..

You can get only less..

How come we do not understand those simple perceptions?

Nice..

TPTB made cardinal mistake to go after creation of Cult of Personality.They were awaiting person..Not ideas..
While they were doing that judging their own success from their own perspective ideas were flowing in unabated in all directions..

Rest might be history.. for some future generations..

Chess Mate.

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I found this poem, and thought it should be dedicated to posters like Bea and other GLPers, such as 141, who write words from the heart:

WHO AM I

Who am I to say that

the sky is less restless

when you smile

or that the stars flicker brighter

or that the moon

seems to dance

who am I to say such things

who am I to say

that the world is better for your spirit

just a friend

just a far away voice

but not so far away

not to notice such things.

~ Chris Boone


:PeaceWater:

when all offered is love,, why did you then turn away,,
your past was never yours to give ,, yet bled did your mind astray,,

the dance was good though merily,, you danced as if alone,,
may bea the forgotten memory of truth,, likened your heart to stone,,

yet still you try to taste the fruit of this one and only true love,,

difficult indeed my darling,,

when the hand fits the glove,,


yet with an empty heart,, as cold as stone,, and never free as the dove,

you spread your wings of lies my darling,, never knowing the beyond or above,,


could you ever remove that stone from deep within heart,,
and let the beating bird of youre love begin to try to start,,

these empty words ever known,, will be shunned as is your right,,

yet this kiss is from a unknown lover,,

as love be our d4rk ending kn1ght,,



much love,,

I think it's perhaps dominion feels easier than responsibility?

Dear bro.. What is the point of offering Love when deeds are so out of tune?

Offer Love to the helpless , Offer Love and ask for forgiveness from those that are constantly hurt by actions of those who think highly of themselves.. (talking in general terms)
That would be something..

This when we offer Love to someone we deem important because we tried to hurt but it did not succed.. well that is not real Love if you know what I mean.. That is just politics..

tangible feedback indeed,, thankyou,,

the freedom that can be expressed within poetry is the exact reason for the need to point out any underlying indifference,,

too provoke an emotional response is the sole purpose,,

be it positive or negative,, regardless,,

the more thought provoking,, then the greator the achievement therein expressed outward,,

with such a need to respond,, and with such focal diligence,,
one must determine a false victory achieved,,

oh as ever ,, does the fool find with comfort,, the hollow crown of victory,,

thanks again,,



much love,,

all are offered love,,

no judgements exist,,

this one is in no position to judge anyone,,

nor are any,, when love is offered to all,,


much love,,

And to expand that thought, dominion of self over self as in self control, that's part of positive personal responsibility. Dominion over others, both giving to and taking from, that feels like a negative version of responsibility as resentment and disconnection occur. In the end, the only thing we can change is our own perception and the only thing we can control is ourselves. How this ripples out might or might not affect the world around us. But to think of responsibility as something we have over others runs us right back to dominion.

Springtime In the Countryside

The Devil (Cif) once asked me why I didn't dance, and I said: "Get up out my face. You too close, Acmon!"

The Real Devil (Satan) can't dance at all without shaking the foundations of all existence apart. He's frozen below the waste at all times.

You just made countless judgments.

You have derailed.

Tool - Vicarious



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lol,, acg,,

what interesting perceptions lie within you,,

please would you care to enlighten further,,

as it seems this one is somwhat at a loss as to your perceptions,,

however, they are interesting indeed,,

this one additionally wonders exactly the possible motive behind this personaly derived perception,,

it feels as though an underlying motive may be responsible for your suprising yet interesting suggestions,,

yet only you alone could confirm this of course,,

your post came with accompanying suggestion of a 'derailment',,

intersting indeed,,

it may be that the path of this one is simply reflecting back upon your goodself,, hense youre suggestion perhaps?,,

as this one was never on a track of any known design too begin with,,

and to no end,, would the existance of any parallel lines,, ever bare a path for a directive intentional motivation for this one,,

uless other than,, too simply read between them,,



no offence was taken and a smile was grown by your words,,
critism is always welcomed,,

poetry is always known by its poetic freedoms,,


please accept this ones deepest apology if you are in any way,, previously or currently offended,,

this one never intends to offend anyone,,

as all are a mirror of self,,

upon reflection,,

thankyou,,


much love,,

thanks for sharing Bea....love your words. They slice you up and then make a nice place to rest your head.

To rest your head, or the sum of the parts? ;)