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Sicksent
(OP) User ID: 80412712 United States 10/05/2021 09:23 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The dog stands where it stands, sits where it sits, and lays where it lays. I do not stand, sit, or lay where I wish to. I wonder if the dog feels the same despite its outward appearances. I imagine it does not feel the same. Others convince me by means of imaginative reality originating within the nature of future tense narratives as to where I should be in life. Yet I still stand, and sit, and lay exactly where I am and exactly where I should be. Exactly like the dog does, save for the wagging of his tail, and his incessant nips tripping my heels. I cannot help but imagine, with his endearing playfulness, it was he whom tripped me when beneath that dripping branched willow. I was doing a different kind of work. Strange, now that I think about it. I have been freeing them from the chains of belief they had created around themselves. This is exactly what I had been doing, though I really never thought about it that way before, until this reflection. ...ah, what the hell |
Starry Like
User ID: 72675523 United States 10/05/2021 10:27 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The heart’s eye opens wide when reading this. What if dogma is a way of measuring cycles of time itself? I’m having visions of a large wheel world, complete with cogged cycles, oiled with the ambrosial pneuma. As we progress into this new way of “being,” written work seems to become more dynamic and interactive with the reader. That seems to be the case here. Maybe what you are describing is the abyss staring back at you. Last Edited by Starry Like on 10/06/2021 01:22 AM Cathar Sis |
One Small Ask: Burn a Mask.
User ID: 80557439 United States 10/05/2021 10:41 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The dog stands where it stands, sits where it sits, and lays where it lays. I do not stand, sit, or lay where I wish to. I wonder if the dog feels the same despite its outward appearances. I imagine it does not feel the same. Others convince me by means of imaginative reality originating within the nature of future tense narratives as to where I should be in life. Yet I still stand, and sit, and lay exactly where I am and exactly where I should be. Exactly like the dog does, save for the wagging of his tail, and his incessant nips tripping my heels. Quoting: Sicksent I cannot help but imagine, with his endearing playfulness, it was he whom tripped me when beneath that dripping branched willow. I was doing a different kind of work. Strange, now that I think about it. I have been freeing them from the chains of belief they had created around themselves. This is exactly what I had been doing, though I really never thought about it that way before, until this reflection. You're using "whom" incorrectly. |
Starry Like
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Starry Like
User ID: 72675523 United States 10/05/2021 11:20 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I give it to anyone who puts themselves out there like that. Courage has the house. Where is your shareable work? It seems strangely absent. Last Edited by Starry Like on 10/05/2021 11:30 PM Cathar Sis |
Starry Like
User ID: 76039579 United States 10/06/2021 01:21 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Been dreaming again of lifetimes collapsing, always curling towards death on waves birthed by mothers of the universe. In these dreams a dog awoke and began experiencing experiences without beginning or end, yet full of beginnings and endings, always my companion nipping at my heels. Quoting: Sicksent Conceal this litany spewing from me and beautiful notions descend upon me. A spacious clarity folds around me as I erase these meanings, and experience this nothing that is leaking from me, draining from me. Release this epiphany gelling inside me and beautiful notions emanate from me. Spatial awareness diminishes and the iridescence cast by infinite veils that have been cast over reality, fade. From the eternal ledge I fall. In the doctrines of paradigms new, I glimpse the tales of old, but belief that they are the same only last for so long during the fall from the ledge into the eye, the capstone of the abyss. Rigidity of Dogma crystallizes the elasticity of life, constricts the nature of ever flowing change. Its rigidity once made of faith a bastion monolithic in its resolute foundation stones. Dynamic tenets seep in, and over time make brittle the encasements of the monolithic, allowing more and more change to weather and erode structural integrity. I had once thought that a bad thing; change. Found out I was wrong as I shattered the Eye of Providence so high there atop the tetrahedron, crashing through the golden capstone, the eye, my elegance as foreign a thought as others’ leprous vanity. Weakened spirit limned and shattered - as well as burned, broken, and forgotten - continuing in my descent, falling down corridors of memory lost in childhood’s decay. I came from the stars, to become ensnared and lost in the wilds of Labrynthia, all the while, on fire. The lunation cycle within the confines of which we are born constitutes the “wave of life” which powers us into existence. But the man who comes to be truly an “individual” in conscious and transforming selfhood must emerge out of that wave, even while being supported by it. He rides that wave to self-envisioned destination. This ride is his true destiny. The wave must eventually return to the sea depths; but man may then be walking on the shore, in the freedom of the land. -Dane Rudhyar, the lunation cycle Cathar Sis |
Starry Like
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Sicksent
(OP) User ID: 80129856 United States 11/06/2021 03:44 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Been dreaming again of lifetimes collapsing, always curling towards death on waves birthed by mothers of the universe. In these dreams a dog awoke and began experiencing experiences without beginning or end, yet full of beginnings and endings, always my companion nipping at my heels. Quoting: Sicksent Conceal this litany spewing from me and beautiful notions descend upon me. A spacious clarity folds around me as I erase these meanings, and experience this nothing that is leaking from me, draining from me. Release this epiphany gelling inside me and beautiful notions emanate from me. Spatial awareness diminishes and the iridescence cast by infinite veils that have been cast over reality, fade. From the eternal ledge I fall. In the doctrines of paradigms new, I glimpse the tales of old, but belief that they are the same only last for so long during the fall from the ledge into the eye, the capstone of the abyss. Rigidity of Dogma crystallizes the elasticity of life, constricts the nature of ever flowing change. Its rigidity once made of faith a bastion monolithic in its resolute foundation stones. Dynamic tenets seep in, and over time make brittle the encasements of the monolithic, allowing more and more change to weather and erode structural integrity. I had once thought that a bad thing; change. Found out I was wrong as I shattered the Eye of Providence so high there atop the tetrahedron, crashing through the golden capstone, the eye, my elegance as foreign a thought as others’ leprous vanity. Weakened spirit limned and shattered - as well as burned, broken, and forgotten - continuing in my descent, falling down corridors of memory lost in childhood’s decay. I came from the stars, to become ensnared and lost in the wilds of Labrynthia, all the while, on fire. The lunation cycle within the confines of which we are born constitutes the “wave of life” which powers us into existence. But the man who comes to be truly an “individual” in conscious and transforming selfhood must emerge out of that wave, even while being supported by it. He rides that wave to self-envisioned destination. This ride is his true destiny. The wave must eventually return to the sea depths; but man may then be walking on the shore, in the freedom of the land. -Dane Rudhyar, the lunation cycle Beautiful ...ah, what the hell |
Sicksent
(OP) User ID: 80129856 United States 11/07/2021 01:11 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The heart’s eye opens wide when reading this. What if dogma is a way of measuring cycles of time itself? I’m having visions of a large wheel world, complete with cogged cycles, oiled with the ambrosial pneuma. As we progress into this new way of “being,” written work seems to become more dynamic and interactive with the reader. That seems to be the case here. Maybe what you are describing is the abyss staring back at you. Quoting: Starry Like I can imagine that as if falling into opposed mirrors, the center point forever illusive as perception curls into the fractal nature of the infinite surroundings of mirrors edge. ...ah, what the hell |
Ole Jack Burton
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Ole Jack Burton
(OP) User ID: 83620920 United States 06/12/2022 02:17 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Curiously, I find myself floating so near - a handsbreath, no, a breath - from the end, face down beneath myself. (Out of body experience) Quoting: Ole Jack Burton Lost, I appear defeated. But, come closer. I'll find comfort in your curiosity. The evidence that is calling me will find a comfortable repository in this place face down, beneath myself. Perhaps there is comfort within your curiosity. Between the breath, there is a vastness that just may provide peace. Darkness, pitiful and weeping, yet the moon dances and smiles, then tells me her deepest secret in mirth and with a sly smirk; Her light was never her own's. Resuscitaing, face down, something's calling me. An endless satellite's source that's not my own passes over me. I don't want to feed my narcissism, so I pray this satellite will pull and lift me out before I slough away. Instead, I take a deep breath, and once more around the Sun I go. After all, that breath between one and the next is a vastness that just may provide peace. - Chad Adams ...ah, what the hell |
Ole Jack Burton
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Ole Jack Burton
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Ole Jack Burton
(OP) User ID: 83620920 United States 06/12/2022 02:38 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Seas drained, so off with my head. Swiftly dragging down lines where rivers meet dirt. Decisions within revisions, an Eye left in surprise, suddenly an asking for reasons why. My flesh is bloated, yet my mind still tames. This is troubling and will not be fixed. Unrest reaks of stilled flesh. ...ah, what the hell |
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Ole Jack Burton
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Ole Jack Burton
(OP) User ID: 83647685 United States 06/14/2022 09:38 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I can promise you will be shown more. And I will Return for more. Follow the light, for it will lead you ashore. Meanwhile, you will be paralyzed by a thrust in the side. An angel breaths, cold breath, chilling my right side through the paralysis of guilt. A devil spews, soul wreaking animal carnivore death, staring eyes unblinking on my left. Pitiful. Suck on disgust. Pull your eyes when you've had enough, then I will decide what you will pay. Look to the obvious for it will change your mind, and you will be paralyzed by my own thrust in sides. Take a breath. Open your eyes, and don't leave paralyzed. Fight for a light, the light burning through another night. Time to return to life. ...ah, what the hell |
Ole Jack Burton
(OP) User ID: 83647685 United States 06/14/2022 09:39 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Journal notes and old writings: Black Summer - just after Refections Shawn and Will and my Black Summer I have awoken to another day No memory, i'm empty, mind atrophy It's gonna be just like Last Summer Black Summer It's going to be another Black Summer I'm falling awake, chasing my steps It's gonna be another Black Summer No story to tell cause we're on the backside Chasing the stars, creating the enemy by forgetting everything. It's gonna be another BLACK SUMMER Last Edited by Oroborus Breaking on 06/14/2022 09:52 PM ...ah, what the hell |