Poetry Corner

fire...

it's dire, it's crackling sound.

it's flames reach out, it knows no bounds

it's feeding on any and all in it's path

it's consuming all life, distributing wrath

all of this I know as I ignite and throw

away all my cares and smoke my bowl.

fo sho

poetry

So hidden from the mind!
Is the knowledge of the wind,
That it's forgotten,
The breath that pulls the element in!
Often you think one,
But it's two or more,
That really get the job done.


This is my office,
To refract,
The hidden light.
While you throw your cares away,
This here lay,
For all the others.

Not every man,
And the spirit within,
Transcends one or the other,
When the flesh as all gone.



Maybe you should explore my other thread,
In order to understand why this one's here.



Last Edited by (~.~) on 01/11/2022 07:37 PM

:bumps:
for no chumps or asinine posts...

only for those with exuberant goals...

those that take each of their steps in true grace...

and why didn't you tell me I had sauce on my face?

The Gift

Its dark, warm, body floating
Being squeezed, ouch, wahhh!
Wait, I can see, just barely, dim light

I’m now in time
Growing, learning, sinning
Joy, regret, love, yearning

Timeline spins, faster and faster
Time done…
Its dark, warm, floating
Wait, I can see, just barely, bright light…

Ahhhhh, the Gift!

The sky is blue,
The universe is true,
The animals in the zoo
Remind me of you.

There once was a man named Joe,
Who became President doncha know,
He was old as fuck,
And lame as a duck,
And diddled kids on public show.

Great stuff.

caged-in nature,
(as if nature could be caged)

might be more real,
(is anything real in this age?)

if it were left unsealed,
(who buried all the keys?)

but in time,
even the zoo makes sense,
all the pieces,
slowly dying,
wanting only...

to be free

and somehow all of his friends,
have no friends,
comments made,
with money,
and bots.

who has their hand,
up this muppet ass,
is what the world wants to know,

so sick of this puppet show.

All of us have it,
All of us share it.
Yet none can possess it,
And none have enough.

Stranger walks into the club,
Tries to bait me into a poem,
About love...

Leaves no ID,
But bump'd me a beer.

Silken words; actions too,
Farmed, refined and sold.
Young worth more, even flu,
The ads aren't for the old.
Scoop it out - the oil of mind -
And pile it on the track.
Shipped away, this new silk road,
Analyzed - refined - then sold.

There once was a soul

Who trolled the bros.

The bros had a fit.

Couldn't handle it.

But the Soul still cool

who don't stand for shit!


Shit head!

Would it be lonely to be a cloud?
To be of heaven, yet a mere shroud
Of wisps in grips of transmuting whims
Of the cardinal disputing winds?
Would it be wholesome, never soiled,
To be pure water by air toiled,
Engulfed in flame and in shadow cast,
And never ever be meant to last?
Would it be freedom that would be felt
To dot the kingdom of 'Rion's belt
And shed all one is in drops of tears
Upon Gaia's face to assuage fears
That life would one day come to an end?
Would she look up and behold a friend?

I'm drawn to you
I'm a moth to your flame.
I know if we touched
I'd never be the same.

My wings would fall away
that flight would be my last.
And our fiery embrace
would leave me in ash.

But I know in my heart
that's how I'd want it to be,
I, a part of you
And you, all of me.

Nice :)

addressing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody to the Lord with your heart,



the trolls that are led by their inner darkness,
by an external force,

dare not venture here,
into my office...

for one of my tricks you see,
is pulling the universe in me,
to song and rhyme,
to blast love,
right into the places most feared in my trolls,
or those perhaps,
who need a truth buried just beneath, the shell of hatred.

it's my troll,
a seed.

Does it upset you,
When a golden rose,
Rare and stifled,
Admires one of it's own?

Does that trigger you?

Do you know how rare they are?
Why are you triggered?


*the author sliced another slit*
*then flicked the thin fragrant hewn*
*gently into the wind*

I can't catch every moment,
You brought me to your mind's eye...

I can't catch them all,
But I picked a few to reply to,
In my cute way.


I'm, sorry you felt like you had to scream,
Your thoughts...

That wasn't the point of the experiment,
If that's what it was...

The point was to make friends,
I don't want to play mind games,

But aye, I spotted you trying, on a few times...

It's alright...

I like that you try...

Most never bother.


*slice*
*widdle*
*into the wind*

You stop by to lurk,
You see more than you...

Imagine.

Imagine being upset with me because I know how to open doors, and someone you had emotionally trapped..


Imagine being upset at that...

Examine the shape of what you call love,
In yourself...


For if you truly want to fix yourself,
You learn that love,
Real love,
Can only liberate each other...

SO what eats at you that leaves them contained around you,
That driving desire to do what you do that you hate...

Stop attacking me you dim wit,
I'm the only one here smart enough to put your face right in the middle of that...

Understand your problem,
And you'll find your keys,

And stop hating folks with keys,
While you're trying to hold hostage,
Within yourself,
Any thing that deserves to be free.


Learn the shape of love,
And stop hating me,
Because if it weren't for me,

You wouldn't even have gotten the truth to you right here,
Because you already know,
Everything you don't really know,
SO you wont even look.


*the author pulls out the ball peen hammer*
*And with rounded head directly connects*
*The fiber of an unknown's cognitive dissonance*

I don't know how to add this another way to my favorite list :):peace:

I know you don’t hate me.
Don’t try
To negate me.
You may even love me.
Don’t act so above me.
I came with some history.
It’s a bit
Of a mystery.
I am covered
In scars
Since I fell
From the stars
And reality hit me.
Just please realize
There are no lies
In my eyes.
When I am looking at you,
The real and true
Shine out
From the blue,
And into your soul.
Where else
Does love go?

Sounds like you’re upset you got played by a morbidly obese bedbound homosexual.

Let us scam you again

We got off on making you feel stupid

Respect our brain pans and empty our bed pans!

Roses are red
violets are black
just chill'n here
smoking some crack