mystical poetry thread

[manitou]

No, but it sounds like you have an unwritten poem to finish.

 

 

LOL. I will give this some serious thought.

[Aetherous]

My mystical poetry. I compiled these words written over about a 10 year period, back in 2007...so it's old stuff. I kind of stopped writing after that, because going over old works made me really take a close look at myself, and some of it wasn't who I wanted to be.

[zerostao]

a highly unlikely and remarkable tale of a mystical poet

when something is more than true,, it is poetry, no?

 

 

a brief synopsis: circa 1970, record producers had been hearing of a mysterious inner city poet/singer in detroit, they found him playing in some dive, singing to the corner, back to the audience, a lil strange but they liked the lyrics and the sound and decided to cut an album with high hopes they had found another dylan(of course that comparison is always a kiss of death, and i thought he reminded me of jim croce, but that isnt fair to croce or rodriguez either, sixto has his own unique sound/style)

anyways the record flopped, it had received good reviews but no one bought it.

still record producers were so sure they had found the real thing with rodriguez they decided to cut a second album, another major flop,, and end of story

but not quite

in 1972 in Apartheid south africa someone snuck in a bootleg copy of sixto's Cold Fact

south africa at that time was under the strictest of censorship but Cold Fact quickly spread thru cape town

and 3 record labels there decided to print and distribute the album. yes, demand was that huge

and stayed that way for 25 years---without sixto ever knowing about this---

the mystery grew into legend and the legend into myth as often happens ,,,,well maybe not as often happens, becoz had anything like this ever happened?

anyways there was the story of how sixto committed suicide on stage, presumably becoz he was aware of his immense talent and message that no one ever listened to,,,,,,,,,,,did he set himself on fire on stage, or did he shoot himself,,

there were conflicting accounts of the suicide.

sixto's music in south africa provided courage to the people that they could stand up against the political machinery of pw botha and effect social change.

how big was sixto in south africa? bigger than the rolling stones and elvis combined. 6 and 7 year old children knew the lyrics to all of his songs type of thing.

have any of you bums ever heard of sixto?

 

 

[manitou]

What synchronicity, that you should dig up Rodriguez. Maybe a month ago I was watching something on TV, maybe on the History Channel - where they did an entire hour on him. Starting with him singing with his back to the audience in a smoke-filled dingy room. It might have even been on RT, as the focus of the piece was the political impact it had on S. Africa, and the incredible thing being that Sixto was totally unaware of any of it. Even after he remained aware of his world fame, nothing changed in his life - not his house, his habits, his dress - but he did make a trip to S. Africa, if I recall, and he was received as a total hero. The piece maintained that he didn't commit suicide at all - and I believe the film producers were able to verify that by finding him through one of his daughters and doing an interview. I didn't watch your 51 minute piece - maybe it's the very same one? What an incredibly wonderful and Dao-like human being.

[zerostao]

inspiring stuff for sure. i agree about his Tao-like attributes, humbleness, simplicity, enduring, calm and so on and so forth.

i just watched the movie Searching for Sugar Man last night.

he never committed suicide and still lives according to wiki, (he is probably immortal anyways)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sixto_Rodriguez

 

but it was a cool idea and shows how legends can develop.

and i didnt want to spoil in case anyone was gonna watch the movie hehehe

but its cool , when south africa learned that sixto was alive they immediately booked him for a concert

and it sold out 6 shows in advance , even if everyone who bought a ticket was convinced that sixto was indeed dead,

but they were that curious to see who would step in as the imposter.

 

the 51 minute video i posted was his second flopped album.

all those years some record label exec was collecting the royalties from south africa

sixto worked hard labor temp jobs in detroit.

interestingly (again) his song Cause tells how he lost his job 2 weeks before christmas

and later that year just as predicted he recieved the news the label had dropped him on dec 11

nothing like reality, i reckon

 

[manitou]

 

 

Still think the choices for movement are limited. A silk sheet would allow for the possibility of concentric circles, as the ripples around a cast stone in still waters, or perhaps even a vortex movement of confused gas.

 

Could we possibly pound this into the sand any deeper?

 

Finishing the Awareness:

 

 

shock waves stop me mid-action

as I arise from last night's nest;

I am paralyzed in motion, but for

the deafening awareness of my pounding heart.

 

My hand is suspended

in mid-air,

grasping a silk sheet

unfamiliar to me.

 

I sense a close warmth next to me

of which I have no recollection;

I feel an intimate movement,

soft hairs gently tickling my arm

 

momentarily afraid to look back

I force myself to do so;

I see a lovely form, gently draped;

the surprising form of a woman's hip

 

a flutter of movement beneath the silk

jolts me back into myself;

it appears as an odd and concentric vortex,

an escaping bit of confused gas.

 

 

thank you, Stosh and deci belle

[Stosh]

Very cute

[skydog]

sometimes im the sky

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[manitou]

..and one more for now, for the lovers of chaos on here

 

work out the patterns if you're up for it...

 

Symmetry within Symmetry; Chaos within Symmetry,

Symmetry within Symmetry; Symmetry within Symmetry,

Chaos within Symmetry; Symmetry within Symmetry,

Patterns within Patterns - Cascading into Infinity...

 

Patterns within Patterns - Cascading into Infinity - Unravelling endlessly...

Symmetry within Symmetry; Chaos within Symmetry - Inward and outward simultaneously...

Symmetry within Symmetry; Symmetry within Symmetry - Inner to outer synchronicity...

Chaos within Symmetry; Symmetry within Symmetry - Now unfolding exponentially.

 

Chaos within Symmetry; Symmetry within Symmetry - Unfolding exponentially - Cascading into Infinity,

Patterns within Patterns - Unfolding exponentially - Cascading into Infinity,

Symmetry within Symmetry; Chaos within Symmetry...

Symmetry within Symmetry; Symmetry within Symmetry,

Cascading patterns, flowing to eternity - Inner to outer Synchronicity...

Beautifully unravelling, this is only chaosymmetry unfolding exponentially...

Only chaosymmetry, yes, unravelling endlessly - Cascading into Infinity,

Chaos within Chaos; Symmetry within Symmetry - Flowing into Eternity...

Symmetry within Symmetry; Chaos within Symmetry.

Symmetry within Symmetry; Symmetry within Symmetry - Cascading into Infinity...

Now Chaos within Chaos; Symmetry within Symmetry.

 

END

Aurora borealis

[manitou]

Did you ever write a song before you even knew what it meant? I wrote this 40 years ago and hadn't a clue. I guess it was lying in wait.

 

 

 

The love of life that so becomes you

Your ready smile you can't disguise

Your hearty laugh that so surrounds you

The sunlight beaming from your eyes -

 

Were I to love a prince of fortune

And jewels and pearls he'd give to me

His gifts I'm sure, they would not measure

To one of your smiles you give so free -

 

Show me the way you took to discover

The beauty you see wherever you turn;

Show me how far, how much, or how little

Is the path stony, and how do I learn?

 

God help me for I must remember

For fear that I may stumble blind;

The love that seems to glow within you

Is not for me, but All Mankind.

Edited December 8, 2013 by manitou

[suninmyeyes]

Nice sharing everybody , have some reading to do ...

 

 

 

 

Dance, Lalla, With Nothing On

Dance, Lalla, with nothing on
but air: Sing, Lalla,
wearing the sky.

Look at this glowing day! What clothes
could be so beautiful, or
more scared?

- Lalleshwari

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[manitou]

That's the most awesome comment anyone's ever made about my work.

 

Thank you, manitou.

 

 

You're welcome. I think your work deserves more than one awesome comment...

[Thunder_Gooch]

The dead swans lay in the stagnant pool

 

They lay. They rotted. They turned

 

Around occasionally

 

Bits of flesh dropped off them from

 

Time to time

 

And sank into the pool's mire

 

They also smelt a great deal.

 

 

-Paul Neil Milne Johnstone

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,

 

Thy micturitions are to me,

 

As plurdled gabbleblotchits,

 

On a lurgid bee,

 

That mordiously hath bitled out,

 

Its earted jurtles,

 

Into a rancid festering confectious inner-sphincter.

 

Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,

 

Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,

 

And living glupules frart and slipulate,

 

Like jowling meated liverslime,

 

Groop, I implore thee,

 

my foonting turling dromes,

 

And hooptiously drangle me,

 

With crinkly bindlewurdles,

 

Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,

 

See if I don't.

 

-Vogon Poet

[manitou]

I have found

the best way to deal with road kill

is to honor it.

 

to see the freddled gruntbugglies

for exactly what they are;

a return to the earth.

 

to have no fear of the lurgid bee;

after all, their own sustenance is merely

the rancid festering inner-sphincter

 

of a life form that is still Now.

forms change, essence does not

 

I await with anticipation

the arrival of the slurping axlegrurts;

 

I listen carefully for their

frartues and unctuous slipulations;

nourishing themselves on meated liverslime

 

Once again Life emerges the Winner

and my turling dromes groop

with a quivering rush of excitement

 

knowing that in nine months

once again,

crinkly little bindlewurdies will emerge

 

rendering my blurglecruncheon

incapable of ever doing harm again

to your delicate gobberwarts

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[Stosh]

Most excelent ! Manitou ,youve got the wordsmith touch nailed down in that one

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[soaring crane]

Life is Fine

 

by Langston Hughes

 

I went down to the river,

I set down on the bank.

I tried to think but couldn't,

So I jumped in and sank.

 

I came up once and hollered!

I came up twice and cried!

If that water hadn't a-been so cold

I might've sunk and died.

 

But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!

 

I took the elevator

Sixteen floors above the ground.

I thought about my baby

And thought I would jump down.

 

I stood there and I hollered!

I stood there and I cried!

If it hadn't a-been so high

I might've jumped and died.

 

But it was High up there! It was high!

 

So since I'm still here livin',

I guess I will live on.

I could've died for love

But for livin' I was born

 

Though you may hear me holler,

And you may see me cry

I'll be dogged, sweet baby,

If you gonna see me die.

 

Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!

Edited December 13, 2013 by soaring crane

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[soaring crane]

Yessss! One of my most favorite poems ever... Langston Hughes classic