mystical poetry thread

[Captain Mar-Vell]

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Edited April 8, 2014 by Captain Mar-Vell

[Captain Mar-Vell]

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Admit it.

 

Am I?

 

Or Am I Not?

 

Da Funniest Guru Who Ever Live?

 

Submit!

 

Submit!

 

Submit!

 

Ha ha ha!

 

I just can't stop.

 

It doth flow forth from me like water from a tap.

 

Canst feel the Dragon's Breath around thee now, eh?

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[suninmyeyes]

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Me without the mask.

 

Poor Parker.

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Nice to see you Captain !

[deci belle]

Thank you, sun❤

[skydog]

skydog decides against posting

he wants to write a poem still

because to write and edit

is coasting against the seas

 

does putting words down

manifest reality

I feel so

so like joe

my poem has to go

Edited April 7, 2014 by skydog

[Unseen_Abilities]

skydog I remember reading somewhere else (sorry, I don't recall where) that you channel spirits when you talk...you should watch out for that I think - It shows in the way you type. I think it's a good idea to express your own Spirit, not let random spirits talk through you.

Edited April 8, 2014 by Unseen_Abilities

[Captain Mar-Vell]

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Thank you, sun❤

 

Christ almighty.

 

She said thank you.

 

Will wonders never cease.

 

They most certainly Will not.

 

 

Cheers.

 

Doll.

 

\me strains once more to keep a straight face.

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Edited April 10, 2014 by Captain Mar-Vell

[Captain Mar-Vell]

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Punchline after punchline.

 

Dat da power of impeccable speech.

 

Good for Laughter Qi Gong of Ultimate Wizard.

 

Yes!

 

Ha ha ha!

 

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[Captain Mar-Vell]

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Sometimes I think I get myself in trouble.

 

But I'm certain I don't really.

 

Just worry over nothing.

 

 

I've been feeling a little under the weather lately.

 

Sleep deprived.

 

I'll probably sleep fer a week!

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Edited April 10, 2014 by Captain Mar-Vell

[Captain Mar-Vell]

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Edited April 26, 2014 by Captain Mar-Vell

[Unseen_Abilities]

Contemplation of Existence

Never so alone, but never so connected,

I never saw this in the fine print - Gold allure, waxen statues to misguide,
One coin, two sides - Not so separate after all.
My mind can't grasp the depth of my experiences.

If I say don't pray, don't pray,
If I say don't stay, don't stay,
If go away, then go away.
It's for the purpose - not the image.

I want to completely obliterate everything that exists,
So I'm everything that's left - That way I will know for sure.
There's no confusion anymore,
No illusion anymore, at Existences annihilation.

END

 

Edited May 5, 2014 by Unseen_Abilities

[Captain Mar-Vell]

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I just found the bezt poem evah!

 

So, so much better than any A Mine.

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skydog decides against posting

he wants to write a poem still

because to write and edit

is coasting against the seas

does putting words down

manifest reality

I feel so

so like joe

my poem has to go

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Utter.

 

Perfection!

 

Ha ha ha!

 

Just don't f**kin' mention Joe again.

 

Nor the big rat neither.

 

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Edited April 26, 2014 by Captain Mar-Vell

[nononothing]

Here is mine:

 

Saint and Wisdom

 

Saints are signposts sticking from gigantic boulder underground.

Wisdoms are specks of dirt fallen from ascending boots on the stairway to heaven.

The saint you see is not what you believe.

The wisdom you believe is not what you hear.

The ascending casts a shadow you see as saint,

He leaves an echo you hear as wisdom,

Until he climbs higher and higher,

Out from the top of this world.

[soaring crane]

Nice to see you Captain !

 

wot? That's exactly the face I see in the chat room.

[soaring crane]

Found some old scratchings. Here's one:

 

~~~ For the one who knows ~~~

Regard it gently, that door

we imagined, the door that
could never be locked,
the door we conjured
through our fixation
on isolation,
the door that rattled once
and closed on your hand,
tight on your fingers as they
tried to clutch the obsession,
hinged on the fine true breath
of a tiny death not mature enough
to hold your blossoming essence,
the eruption you would become,
that latent flow of molten love
you would pour over me,
only to watch the color
melt from my eyes.

Gently, regard that door.

[soaring crane]

Until he climbs higher and higher,

Out from the top of this world.

 

yuuuummmMMMmmm

[soaring crane]

This was channeled, part of a long session with someone a long time ago. A young girl, a sad soul.

 

 

~~~~~~Suicide Light~~~~~~

I'm thinking of the air, dear Earth,
between yourself and me,
I'm seven stories up, you see,
and not as light as I used to be.

I'm thinking of the bird, dear Earth,
that just flew right past me,
he's got wings to fly, you see,
and I'm not as light as I used to be.

I'm thinking of the kiss, dear Earth,
that I'll give you when we meet,
I'll be there in just a sec, you see,
'cause I'm not as light as I used to be.

[soaring crane]

Short (somewhat cynical but what the hey) poems:

 

Let's build a snowman on the moon
and push him off into the gloom,
watch him sail down through the night
and become a meteorite.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

A snowflake landed on my nose
it tickled a bit and i just laughed
but then it melted, that's how it goes,
with snowflakes, when they're on my nose.

You fluttered down from your cold cloud
and danced and sang and loved me,
then you melted and made me proud,
because i survived and you are dead.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Trying to love you,
is like running in
old sneakers
on wet grass.

No matter how
careful I am,
I always land
flat on my ass.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

As I paint the world anew

I portray the moon as a flower
the roots sunk into your head,
sure you've dirt enough in there
to keep a moonflower well-fed.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

And one sonnet:

 

Green Weave

Green weave, does my air, too, shimmer that way?
Frozen golden wanderer, red goodnight-kiss, the day.
I write the spirit dusty, a frosted window pane,
Dying violins in the pink clouds, one day's rain.
Breathe, little man, and stand above the red corn,
A tree so symmetrical was never made, nor born.
You write the meaning, hard glass from swirling gel,
From lucid dreams, a liquid love, a black inkwell.
Nothing amazes me, the core of the mandala, called the Way,
Nothing dazzles me like nothing, the space between days.
Between green and red, my fingers, your earth,
Your horizons drip like wax, encased in Curve.

Then I walk the farmer's fields a frozen night alone.
Without visions or goodbyes, nowhere is not my home.

Edited April 26, 2014 by soaring crane

[Captain Mar-Vell]

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All must simply praise the most marvellous Mr Soaring Crane.

 

xxx.

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[Unseen_Abilities]

THE PHOENIX
See the signs, third time's the Phoenix.
You've been crushed, you've been through torture,
No one was there.

Death gripped, you stared - nobody there, nobody cared.
In agony a cry for help was made but there was no reply...this numbed the senses.

Many hours gone, you cried.
Many times you could have died.

See two signs, third time's The Phoenix,
Welcome back and wonder how.

I was crushed, I've been through torture - no one was there.
Death gripped, I stared - nobody there, nobody cared.
A cry for help was made, there was no reply, this numbed my senses.

Many hours gone, I cried.
Many times I nearly died.

See three signs, this rhyme's The Phoenix,
Break it to the ground, restructure,
Resurrect and rise again.

END

Edited May 23, 2014 by Unseen_Abilities

[Captain Mar-Vell]

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Resurrect and rise again.

 

The man with the third eye zeez the Phoenix.

 

xxx.

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Edited April 27, 2014 by Captain Mar-Vell

[skydog]

Listening to my soul

Depression strikes

Sadness strikes

Loneliness was here

It all comes when I ignore the fire

and become watery

Watery is not for me

 

I need to be in touch with my soul

All the time

 

Listening to my soul

as I channel my soul

Channelling the movements

Like Intuitive movements hours every day

EVery action coming from my soul

I am my soul

 

Amongst people that deride me for mine

 

Something comes from nothing they say

 

Well sometimes I feel low

 

SPirits telling me things about the future

or am I deluding myself

Hope keeps me calm

 

Sigh

 

Why do I gotta have so many challenges

 

Listening to my soul

 

It says no to this

 

It says no to that

It says no that

 

Ratatataat

 

Taking a pilgrimage into my heart

 

I care less about the emptiness all day

 

Im in tune with the moon and all the wolfs that howl at it

 

They say paint

 

Burning on fire

 

I died

 

Paint learning techniques

 

Garden sculptures

 

Forest homes

 

Animal sculptures

 

Painting with layers, learn to quick dry

 

I am thunder

 

I am the sun

 

I am the trees

 

I am the eagles

 

I am the pelicans

 

I am the circles

 

becoming boomerangs

 

disappearing into another dimensions

 

You can grow mushrooms

 

ferment foods

 

sprout seeds

 

There is the soul

 

Watch anime, Watch space fantasy programs

 

Be here with the soul

 

I am the soul

 

Rest in the soul

 

I am a mushroom

 

I appreciate a mushroom

 

I appreciate a mushroom

 

I appreciate a mushroom

[GrandmasterP]

THE AESTHETE

 

When I sit, I sitting, tend

to sit a seat with sense so fine

that I can feel my sit-soul blend

insensibly with seat's design.

 

Seeking no support the while

it assesses stools for style,

leaving what the structure means

for blind behinds of Philistines.

 

( Christian Morgenstern)

Edited April 27, 2014 by GrandmasterP

[Unseen_Abilities]

Taking a pilgrimage into my heart

 

I like your poem, especially this line.

[Unseen_Abilities]

.I Adore/I Abhor.
Some things I adore, some things I abhor.

The clothes don't make a man any more than what he is,

Don't believe the symboled signs that line the streets.

Walk the hallowed halls inside and learn the lore,

Some things I adore, some things I abhor.

Your clothes will never make you man,

Not obvious, but riddles can.

Yes, no one asks but many wonder,

Some thousands know,

Who's ever spoken?

Foiled plans lie dead now, broken.

Some things I adore, some things I abhor.

Rise up now or back away - I am beyond your limitations.

Disillusioned by religion - now I've come to know my path.

Some things I adore, some things I abhor.

END