Poetry

[irichard]

William Blake said (prophesied): Artists will be the prophets of the new age
The New Age--the age that we are now entering

[Magnus]

Poetry sings when we can't talk
ooh, aah, eee
Says wooh, weee, wahhh
Universal language of love
Detached from the grace of God
Ooh, eee, ahhh
Oh, yeah, ooueweewaa...

[ZeruLeia]

With you I have found all I have known.
To come into your arms is to feel warm and burn.
My heart is empty without you in it;
Without you my soul is torn.
I come, you push away,
You pull, I turn away.
In the silence between us; the darkness spreads
An unfortunate event; an untold dread
Then your voice touches me and I awake.
Hands spread out toward your face.
Can you sing alone?
If no one listens and no one’s home?
Do any of the words mean a thing?
When the only ones that matter are in a dream?
We’ve marched on for an eternity;
But is this it? Is this all there’ll be?
Can we take the pieces we have left;
Make something new, something better, something best?
Can we stop this all-consuming fire that is torching our love?
Can we pour on the water until it cleanses us?
In my mind I see no hope,
Among the ashes of my heart,
I search for something, a way to cope.
I need you here with me;
Writing the pages of our destiny.

[Seed]

-GeekChich

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[existencebeyondexperience]

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[Bruadarbard]

The mind and the body are the tools
The ego and the soul are the rules
In constant conflict until realization
That understanding both sides is completion

[Bruadarbard]

Doesn't have any poem structure and certainly isnt short and simple as zen should be, but this flowed out of me and maybe it will help someone with their own understanding of being free.

balance is the key to everything, you cant understand love without feeling hate. the fear game is being played so subtley that people are getting hooked to it thinking its the real reality. it's like two layers of deception at play, the bullshit that's become obvious over time and the people trying so hard to get rid of it by exposing it with different theories and wit. to make a real change you have to start acting from within and realize your experience has always been within, what you view around you in the world and what you judge to keep your physical body going isn't the true you. it's a security system set up to protect in a society where if you acted otherwise you would be terminated by it, but to break the game is is to be self aware that even if the rules are in place you've found a way out of them. i think the devil created this world, god found it and said enough with this bullshit. heaven and hell are states of mind that we go through every day, and ultimately choose which to be in for eternity by the path we follow or lead, the tricky thing to understand is that following is the real path, because following is understanding both sides of the way, the balance, instead of choosing one side to always be in. we think of people as sheep going with the flow they've been told but in the end it's something they've created to self service themselves and gain satisfaction from others. people spreading the message of love without truly feeling it for no one but themselves are feeding the same game as those who spread hate and fear without care, just in a less harmful way to everyone else. what im trying to say in a short way is just that balance is the key to everything, no wonder we cant think of love or remember emotions with our brain, the mind is a tool, the ego is a shield and a way to filter through the bullshit you've created and some day let go of it. the way our of this realm of hell and heaven meshed in one is to always be true to your real self, they make it seem like ascension and enlightenment is some impossible task to grant, like finding your higher self will never happen, but the fact is we are born as our higher self, but from the moment we open our eyes we see the shit around us and relate to it thinking it's us. the whole purpose of life is balancing and holding true to what you really are until the day you can let go of all the bullshit that always held you back. if everyone in this world found their true flow, and chose what to do from true instinct instead of reacting or thinking of a way to do something that would stop them from being judged or allow them to be praised, then the world would grow together and we'd all reconnect and be whole.

[JohnCarny]

A long closing path
two track in part
time to be used
joined from the chart

close the universe
open a multiverse
undying united
we fly together

one as all all as one
the light the dark
together forever
apart yet never

ea et u
ever for you
all is new
end in two
we from you

[JohnCarny]

LOVE
earth lives
under the sun
yet
we trash her
waste her

the sun drys tears
above the rocky earth
she doesn't shine back
just cry's her rains

millions of years
no closer
yet always closer
suns come and go
when will earth know
she never goes
EArth Infinity

[JohnCarny]

WAKE UP
it's early
time fades, you forget
what was in your eye.
if only we could decide
there's a way, a life
a complete being in strife
circles round
days pass
can you last?

i have
eternity and back
everything, everytime
its a moment
its a place
everything piles
on fabric space
void holds it laced

but fabric unraveling
great minds traveling
day in day out
round about
the end is here

peace draws near

[ZIGMAN]

BRAVO. Amazing.

[CenterVoid]

there's a thing about poems
that i'd like to roam
It's a bit like a phone
just without a dead zone

not that you shouldn't
or that you couldn't
but a bit of collapse
might help your synapse

stop your imagining
stop any lollygagging
what are you saying
that's why were paying

a frame of enjoy
keeps from deploy
like a new toy
it's forms of joy

here's one that's nice and simple
just sit there without squeezing pimples
listen to the silent room
we are not ending in doom

saucers a like, aliens on strike
we've got friends, they got spikes
what makes us so warm a fuzzy
I know it's not the bees gone buzzing
Then it must be the trees fall bustling

well truly it is that earth is rustling
against an eery rack of muscling
a war is seen but never fought
'cause this is earth we thought

a planet's roar is more than scary
it nearly took us human's merry
A fight with her is well past death
it'd be like eating a pound of meth

these fearsome lores and tales of old
are much more than stories told
once a day a 'man will see
that he is not but earth to be

so again we go, for cake and tea
lets laugh and stomp spill the beans
a party had is a mess to clean
but the troubles gone is joy to me

[ZIGMAN]

*CLAPPING Good god sir that was awesome!

[Suringline]

While wind blows past your face, think this:
"The likes of you won't reminisce
the things you've done to keep the kiss
that warmed and sheltered you with bliss."
Then, sent you into the abyss
which judged us all with such amiss,
which love and kind should be dismissed
reminders of her white bodice.

[skywalker11]

Great poems. Thank you for posting them.

[sean mac aoide]

to many thoughts, to many sounds
to many people hanging around
to much knowledge, not enough pain
to much freedom, it drives you insane

to many windows, for us to look out
to many fingers and mouths that shout
to many people wanting to be free
free from what ? can you not just be ?