mystical poetry thread

[suninmyeyes]

Share other peoples poetry or your own , words that move and reach to the previously inaccesable places within . Words that polish and remove rust .

[skydog]

Sinan

is his name

is he writing this

or is someone else writing this

he doesnt even know

dont know

no idea

go to spirits when things fall apart

testosterone levels ridiculously high right now

hard qigong and horse stance 2 hours a day

I want to fight

I want to fight the biggest tallest people

small man syndrome

I dont even care if I get beaten up

Spirits

help me with my life

they helped me and I thank them

Listening to gangster rap

I like it

warrior energy

ill be me

until i die

death dont phase me

Ill die for the truth

write a story

about past lifes

running away from parents home and setting their house on fire when I was 13

fucking hilarious

can I say that

Wondering about spirits

am I doing it wrong

worrying about giving energy away

I will complete my mission before I die

I dont give a fuck

how hard I have to work

I dont give a fuck how hard it is

thats what will happen

pow.

[suninmyeyes]

Sinan

is his name

is he writing this

or is someone else writing this

he doesnt even know

dont know

no idea

go to spirits when things fall apart

testosterone levels ridiculously high right now

hard qigong and horse stance 2 hours a day

I want to fight

I want to fight the biggest tallest people

small man syndrome

I dont even care if I get beaten up

Spirits

help me with my life

they helped me and I thank them

Listening to gangster rap

I like it

warrior energy

ill be me

until i die

death dont phase me

Ill die for the truth

write a story

about past lifes

running away from parents home and setting their house on fire when I was 13

fucking hilarious

can I say that

Wondering about spirits

am I doing it wrong

worrying about giving energy away

I will complete my mission before I die

I dont give a fuck

how hard I have to work

I dont give a fuck how hard it is

thats what will happen

pow.

haha love it Sinan , you go ! had to frame it in case you decide to erase your post . this way there is no turning back .

dont worry about spirits , they are subject to change too .

Edited November 10, 2013 by suninmyeyes

[suninmyeyes]

Rabia (717–801 C.E. – Basra, Iraq)

My Joy

My Joy,
My Hunger,
My Shelter,
My Friend,
My Food for the journey,
My journey's End,
You are my breath,
My hope,
My companion,
My craving,
My abundant wealth.
Without You - my Life, my Love -
I would never have wandered across these endless countries.
You have poured out so much grace for me,
Done me so many favors, given me so many gifts.
I look everywhere for Your love,
Then suddenly I am filled with it.
O Captain of my Heart
Radiant Eye of Yearning in my breast,
I will never be free from You
As long as I live.
Be satisfied with me, Love,
And I am satisfied.

[liminal_luke]

I construct contentment out of a thousand tiny triumphs, pinpoint glimmers of happiness relentlessly remembered and relived. Life doesn’t come prepackaged, some assembly is nearly always required. You must mine tragedy for those nuggets of redemption, always tucked out of easy sight, beneath the rubble of despair. Tinker around in the musty corners of your own mind. It helps to trust in fleeting beauty, the power of odd poignant pauses, and the bittersweet. Revel in the underrated radiance of small, forgotten things. A million drops of joy.

[Unseen_Abilities]

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Edited January 26, 2014 by T.S

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Edited January 31, 2014 by Unseen_Abilities

[skydog]

Sinan, what you may or may not know about me is that I'm actually very tall. I will fight you if you wish, as a friend.

haha

 

thanks, one day in a martial arts match we may have a respectful fight.

 

I am just noticing the urges, the animal nature in me, the shadow side, I will probably not act on it, and recently some people want to stare at me, but I act humble and like Im weak. This will not happen all the time though, Im not going to lie.

 

and cool poem

 

yeh gangster rap and qigong probably dont mix, but i like it meh

Edited November 11, 2013 by skydog

[skydog]

enough for this thread

Edited November 11, 2013 by skydog

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Edited January 31, 2014 by Unseen_Abilities

[skydog]

I've been finding it helpful to treat my shadow side like it's a bitch on a leash: Going about my day, shadow pops up, I say "Don't mind him, he's just my shadow"; Let it out to play sometimes at night or when the time is just right, but make sure that bitch knows who its master is.

 

Interesting viewpoint, thanks for sharing. Yeh it helps to be more social and all that to know when to express the "shadow".

 

Will try not to derail anymore so just chat to me on some other bit about this peace

[C T]

on the far shore

of Lake Ismata Kala

just by the water's edge

stands an old Jain temple

boulders the size of Mount Meru

forms the backdrop

for this now deserted shell

where, before the war

Medhu and Jawal would go

each day, with flowers, incense

and a pure heart

to make offerings and pray for peace

its strange that sometimes

we get something quite different

than what we wish for

i wonder

if this is how life

unleashes passion and longing

so that the circles of desire

will forever turn

in the souls of beings

even death will not bring cessation

for where we come

again and again

beaten and exhausted

parched from endless rebirths

yet, this return to life always

for unfinished business...

[skydog]

I've been finding it helpful to treat my shadow side like it's a bitch on a leash: Going about my day, shadow pops up, I say "Don't mind him, he's just my shadow"; Let it out to play sometimes at night or when the time is just right, but make sure that bitch knows who its master is.

Here is a poem on this topic, poem it out man. lol

 

I got a beast in me

real animal

there is a place to let the beast loose

and be free

and a place to follow the rules

and put on a social mask

I get that now

even though its annoying

cos I want to be free

and I want everyone to respect me in all my freedom

But is this idealistic

or wishful thinking

shadow side

people think its the truth

small part of me

you cant accept yourself

cant accept others

how can I balance this

though

with my need to be free

and wild

I want to play

and let go

I dont want to think about

rules

You already do think about them

whether you know it or not

there are rules in life eg

you cant get naked in the street

its not neccessarily bad

rules help to allow freedom

find a way

to express the wild

when its needed

I respect it all

but its only a small part of me

I have many intentions be good/express myself/be fashionable

not one true one

as long as one

respects all of them to some extent

and doesnt intefere too much with relationships

because this is me too

who I am

is to want these relationships

its a lie to say I dont

what annoys me is

when people

contemplate topics for themself

but instead of saying this is how I feel

they go and preach to someone else from a pedestal

i dont know why

I just find it annoying and assumptive

I guess its not always that way tho

hmppph

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Edited November 21, 2013 by T.S

[Captain Mar-Vell]

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edited.

 

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Edited November 11, 2013 by Captain Mar-Vell

[zanshin]

no Bukowski

Edited April 19, 2020 by zanshin

[skydog]

Women expressing their sexuality

Is like a man expressing his masculinityM

asculinity not allowed sorry

no competitiveness, no domination

aha

deal with your own childhood issues

your own self acceptance issues

this is like when a woman has the courage to express her sexuality

and people call her a slut

and shame her

one is their shadow side

you dont go up to a woman and say

"I have a penis and this penis wants to insert itself in you

You are your sex drive

I refuse to be called evil for expressing my nature

[suninmyeyes]

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edited.

 

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oh no i have missed it, repost your poem please .

[suninmyeyes]

Women expressing their sexuality

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did not get mysticism in this or am i being too shallow ? (the whole poem i mean ,didnt want to take up space by repeating too much)

Edited November 11, 2013 by suninmyeyes

[skydog]

my post was not to ts, merely to a member who seems to be calling me evil and preaching morality to me.

 

I do think sexuality is related to mystiscm, I think everything is mystic. All of life.

 

expressing ones soul is deeply mystic and this requires deep acceptance of self and nature.

 

to m ones nature is a harmony of their drives, desires, love, all different desires. i also think one is the universe but i do not really hold the view that the emptiness is ones true self.

 

thats just me and my opinions though.

[suninmyeyes]

my post was not to ts, merely to a member who seems to be calling me evil and preaching morality to me.

 

I do think sexuality is related to mystiscm, I think everything is mystic. All of life.

 

expressing ones soul is deeply mystic and this requires deep acceptance of self and nature.

 

to m ones nature is a harmony of their drives, desires, love, all different desires. i also think one is the universe but i do not really hold the view that the emptiness is ones true self.

 

thats just me and my opinions though.

maybe i was being shallow than ..dont mind this person who is calling you evil , the beat goes on . anyway i like your openess and honesty .

[skydog]

[Nungali]

I AM NOT PARANOID

 

by Nungali.

 

 

 

Drop a pill and take a trip

 

Into the fourth dimension,

 

Hang from your balls from a concrete block

 

and calculate the tension.

 

 

Ego stars in sleek black cars

 

promise not to mention

 

all the secrets

 

they have heard and known

 

about alien intervention.

 

 

 

Rajneesh, Maharaji,

 

on new age punks I puke.

 

Politician's God-sent laws

 

backed up with all their nukes.

 

 

Roll them all into a ball

 

and dump them in the sea

 

please feel free to

 

do what thou wilt

 

 

... just don't do it next to me.

Edited November 11, 2013 by Nungali

[Nungali]

THE RITE OF MARS

 

This is the day which down the void abysm
At the Earth-born's spell yawns for Heaven's despotism,
And Conquest is dragged captive through the deep;
Love, from its awful throne of patient power
In the wise heart, from the last giddy hour
Of dead endurance, from the slippery steep,
And narrow verge of crag-like agony, springs
And folds over the world its healing wings.
Gentleness, Virtue, Wisdom, and Endurance--
These are the seals of that most firm assurance
Which bars the pit over Destruction's strength;
And if, with infirm hand, Eternity,
Mother of many acts and hours, should free
The serpent that would clasp her with his length,
These are the spells by which to reassume
An empire o'er the disentangled doom.
To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;
To forgive wrongs darker than death or night;
To defy Power, which seems omnipotent;
To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates
From its own wreck the thing it contemplates;
Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent;
This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be
Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free;
This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory!

 

Crowley.

Edited November 11, 2013 by Nungali

[skydog]

I can feel it

beneath my feet

the earth is a being

I am the earth

she pours into me

I am THE EARTH!

 

She communicates with me and loves me

but I am the earth

I have felt grounded before

but never felt like I am with the being of earth

 

I know heaven

now I know earth

but I am earth

she goes through my feet

 

I am animals

they are me

 

I am astronomy

Planets are me

 

I am humanity

 

Can only express my epiphanies through art, poetry is art.

 

I can feel it.