Poetic Maze

[etaN]

turn off your mind and get out of your own f'cking way.

[zaza]

:Psounds good.... im just my way in general though...

is there some way you think i should be??? im just me

this way serves to clarify the changes from that century to this

its clear that if i say hello then i must still go my way as no

other

way

is

present

ed

clear

from

here

i am the passenger i

ride

and

i

ride

waiting

to

see whats

mine

back out to sell my art again today

its clear that the gift moves some people

that does seem to matter

simply enough for me

i serve

the

truth

while

knowing

my

self

waiting

to

know

you

once

you

know

dont mean to piss

so

much

as

create

a

space

for

play

good day

today

[DckJuronimous]

when you do
when you don't find
mate

when you want
to draw

tattered
circumstance

in conclusive ink

you tear

the
edge
of finality

repair the fate

and wait

autumn in

a toy cage

summer in a
rage. no

light

truly

burns

this you can't learn

while you're smoldering...

[eye]

i am
thinking
that learning

to be someones
friend by showing
up is a good start

are we
talking about this
that or the other thing

which is nothing
more than under/over
standing the essence

of a person when you
are truly able to
study heisenbergs
theory

of uncertainty which
i do
know

well...

its your call and i gave you the option
you are not cat and i am no mouse
replace real life with idea if you like
but dont think that i cannot see
the difference in intrinsic value
of intention and also effort
to simply commit to
being defined

simple

again

[PinkCigarette]

huh? are we supposed to be conversing back and forth here? i thought this was a poetry thread. random poetry. i didn't write these with you in mind. none of em.



kill time stares back.

the idea they were after
is not to master understanding
but to whistle stretched against
the sunning harps

waving beyond the corpse of privilidge.

[strawberry quickness]

well the fact is that any form of expression is in fact a method of conversion and conversation and if you deny yourself that truth then you lie to the morning when you get out of bed

i am making no tombs or mausoleums here... this is lifes blood and sweat and we are here posting in this place for one basic reason which is that we chose it and we chose to associate with those familiar in some way....

change
your sun glas
ses a million ti

mes and tell
your self that
des igners

never k
new you
get it?

enjoy it for all it is and should be rather than can be... silly rabbit

[NoFi]

fresh faced.
rotten faced.

by heart, by element, by
bubble, by sphere. if i

were not me, then we would
just see about that!

taking a bath
with geometry

unruly line, every
wrinkle defined, i

latch the open
window and dice

the conversation
skyward. stones

are steam, the liquid dream
the rising sun is very still

in fact
it doesn't move

advancing

the double of the dark frame, me

the zone is drawn like heat

and every star will shiver.




so...tell me about love.

[quietess]

so... you want me to tell you about love

how is it that i could tell you more about you than you know?

in what way could we find more to you than exists here and now

love begins from inside and moves outward along our sensed patterns of understainding as we love ourselves into sustain

the love we cultivate for others is only true if we know it to be our own made and grown from that which we do not question

the knowing of love is the being of one acceptance in more than one body while the minds remember their own part in self/other

love is many things even everything according to personal choice and private timing but not all things sustained

how love comes depends on ones ability to receive it

how love grows is thinking first then feeling those thoughts from the awareness whom those thoughts will affect.... communication is not about words without action but rather beliefs without faction

how love goes can be witnessed often in the first week unless one cultivates the willing ability to live in neutrality as though time and space were not intertwined by singular intrinsic values...

love might come from sex which thrives on space and heat but can always be recognized as an ongoing willing process of learning together and committing to a greater good through time to some lasting quality or sense of sharing passed through skill and listening... love is patient as one while sex completes its telling the difference between the two

how can i look beyond the here and now and see you in your decisions to listen, live and learn as a part of lasting value which might be described as love but more likely as devotion or compassion as a greater expression of self into the world of other

as i said at the start what can i tell you about you?

i can only tell you about me and how i have been allowed to grow

this is love and we are allowed to live because of it and beside it

[anti god]

no one loves me
but many love
one love is enough
enough for me
had so much hate
given my way
i don't know love
just the love i take
one can hide away
but can i love
its pain backward
upsidedown

[AfterSchoolSpecial]

breasts between palms, certain
to be numb given time and Morphine from Crim. if i
were in right mind i might erase that last line, but here is
the palm read, the redhead and the silver lifeline. ugly time sewn with thorn and thread into a shirt for Jeebus and a spread for the bed, it's warm. carpentry with an icepick. cold wine; make mine simple: do not ferment the tears of a gentle man. do not hand to hand. do place the feet of the beloved into rivers of karma

(i'd erase that line as well, karma being a bet with a beast who doesn't know the word 'dirty'. it's pretty in here. the curtains wrote their face in dust, the clues misspelled, but i know your name. fifty miles large and a delicate corsage of innocence and mind. heart to heart, we stood tall and toppled over into bliss, but there are others waiting.

there are others waiting.

the wrapping of the body.

the green betrayed.

the gold delayed.

there are others waiting.


i cough and roll another)

[schelcher]

the mellow role of life unfold
the clear path of nothing worth anything unseen
natures descent wrapped in arms of lifes lament

only you can make the difference that you meant
i am personally creating the connection between
people here and there know nothing until they are told

[descendent]

light shining on her face
end of an era doth embrace
my grandmothers fire and spit
unkindled... raging by molecule
and fate unhandled

laid to rest in the quiet of woods
cared for by the decade of wellmeaning hoods
this is her life which i have visited
and this is my life which she has
inquisited

the times were a change
and the winds blew the truth
holding evidence of love through
a silence of knowing... shes gone

[CowboyBob]

through solid arc of dream-face.

it's a real world we teach, reach.

it's a dead-place full of morning.

it's a warning, not a decoy. here

is your patience, earth-air

and water

folded in

at the graces

of its edge



be well, k.

be peace.

[rootsradica]

i am
this
all my
world
spins me
grace
attuned we
within
begin again
eternal
beyond us
then

no problems
only
still family
striving
to clutch
control
time warped
facts
compromise unfolded
now
hard part
begins

thanks really
radica

[SomeWordIsRipeToBeKnown]

anxiety. trampled table. the ugly birth
that would darken the dinner of a
starving earth. two mirrors magnetic

one vision made hectic

by the fortune of reflection spent.



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