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22-10-2011, 06:35 PM
 
RE: Poets' Corner
(22-10-2011 06:27 PM)GirlyMan Wrote:  Fucking beautiful, Zatamon, while somehow being horrifyingly ugly at the same time.

Thank you, GirlyMan -- I meant it exactly that way.

BTW -- I love Shatner -- thanks. Smile
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23-10-2011, 06:52 PM
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Thanks to Jesus H Christ in the End of the world ... again thread, I remembered that the future's uncertain and the end is always near.

Roadhouse Blues - the late, great Jim Morrison

Ah, keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Yeah, we're goin' to the roadhouse, gonna have a real
A good time

Yeah, back of the roadhouse they got some bungalows
Yeah, back of the roadhouse they got some bungalows
And that's for the people
Who like to go down slow

Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long

(Do it, Robbie, do it!)

You gotta roll, roll, roll
You gotta thrill my soul, all right
Roll, roll, roll, roll
To thrill my soul
A gotta beepa concha two chomp
Co-co con-ka don-ta
Aycha poona may-cha
Bop a lu-la ee-cho
Bop a mee-cho
He some funk, hey right

Ashen lady, ashen lady
Give up your vows, give up your vows
Save our city, save our city
Ah, right now

When I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer
Well, I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer
The future's uncertain and the end is always near

Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, ah, all night long





Breathing - it's more art than science.
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23-10-2011, 07:21 PM
 
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Here is a god substitute for atheists who, poor things, will have to live without one.

I decided to create one for them: Big Grin

Here it comes:

Defiance


Sun shines,
tears roll,
winds sigh,
wounds heal,
life's born,
leaves die,
love smiles,
pain moans.

I'm caught up in
the repeating
cycles
of creation,
of death.
my life:
small drop,
no use,
no change.

No god
could care
for this atom.
he schemes
to change
the cosmic all.
What's a tear
of an insect
to his glorious
whole.

Since I'm of
no consequence
I choose to fight.
Since I'm alone
destined to die
forever death
I choose
to dream.

god,
if he's there,
doesn't need me
I'm not
his son,
he wouldn't care.
could be writing
his own poem
about his life


I choose to be
god in my world:
from the void
create my life,
I choose to be
good to myself:
caress my soul,
kiss my forehead,
embrace
my heart.

Please,
understand:
that's all I have,
that's all there is
I care to find.
Somebody does
have to love me,
wipe off my tears,
warm up
my heart

Since it is so
very unfair
to have to live,
grow up and die,
with no use,
with no help:
I choose to right
this injustice.
I choose to love,
I choose to fight

I am god of
all that's alive.
All that can feel
pleasure or pain.
I choose to take
upon myself
to hold your hand,
caress your soul,
to love,
to care,
to forgive,
to give you aim.


I love the ants,
I love the birds,
I love the hares,
I love the sharks,
I love the trees,
I love the grass,
I love the weeds,
and,
my orphaned brothers,
I love you
with all my heart.

I am the source,
I am the sun,
I'm free to use,
I'm free to take.
Do not despair,
just touch my hand:
you will feel strong,
you will feel safe.

I am alive:
alive to give
all that I have,
more if you need.
And, when I feel
I start to fade:
I reach out,
gather the rays
of distant stars,
of distant gods
and shine
again.
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24-10-2011, 08:02 AM
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Oh well, if we're in that kind of mood. Here is another oldie:

Despair
is the first act of wisdom -----
and of madness;
the fount of art,
the wellspring of faith
where gods are born;
(except the kind of god that's constructed to design specifications)
the unsuspected depth whence burbles forth
heroism
(nothing to lose and less to gain)
enlightenment
where gods are laid to rest
(or torn down with crowbars ---
or fall apart unaided - from divine despair?)
----- and sometimes its last.

It's not the mean god I have trouble with - it's the people who worship a mean god.
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24-10-2011, 12:13 PM
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Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;
Not untwist — slack they may be — these last strands of man
In me ór, most weary, cry I can no more. I can;
Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.

[From "Carrion Comfort" by Gerard Manley Hopkins]

Religious disputes are like arguments in a madhouse over which inmate really is Napoleon.
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28-10-2011, 04:19 PM
 
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Time for another 'confession':

Sleepwalker


I could have become
like most people:
take the world for granted,
accept it and drift with the flow
or hate it and fight it -
but I chose to become a sleepwalker,
treat the real as a bad dream
and when awake - dream on.

All my dreams are naive,
woven on the loom of childhood stories,
sweet fairy tales,
where good is rewarded,
talent given scope,
diligence promoted;
People are friends,
helping,
loyalty, honour and fairness
are important values
that everyone lives by
(except for the bad guys,
always defeated).

When finally my childhood ended
I was ready to live
my adult life
- unprotected for the first time -
I took a good look and decided:
my dreams had no chance
in the real world.
I had to choose, so I escaped
back to my dreams.

I don't know if it was wisdom, cowardice
or just simple pig-headed stubbornness guiding me.
I only know that it means more to me
to maintain this dream,
to be true to myself
than all the rewards,
recognitions, riches and promotions
this 'real' world
could offer me.

I'm not a hero,
don't do this to please god,
don't hope for reward in some afterlife,
but it is the most profoundly selfish act
of seeking pleasure in the immediate moment:
I can claim my life is
what dreams are made of.
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29-10-2011, 10:47 PM
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(23-10-2011 07:21 PM)Zatamon Wrote:  Here is a god substitute for atheists who, poor things, will have to live without one.

I decided to create one for them: Big Grin

Here it comes:

Defiance


And, when I feel
I start to fade:
I reach out,
gather the rays
of distant stars,
of distant gods
and shine
again.

The problem I have with being atheist, is, of course YHWH - most don't wanna hear it, most would bet the farm there ain't no YHWH; and I ain't got not gospel to pimp, no boss to impress...

But this is more the YHWH from scripture (the whole poem, and enough scripture to know), than the average bear is likely to find in any forest - it ain't exactly agency; that is straight religious nonsense - and I ain't tellin' you nothing, Captain, that you don't already know. Wink

Poetry doesn't get a lot of props nowadays; but as long as there are poets, humans will remain the masters of the universe.

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29-10-2011, 11:17 PM
RE: Poets' Corner
(23-10-2011 07:21 PM)Zatamon Wrote:  Defiance

And, when I feel
I start to fade:
I reach out,
gather the rays
of distant stars,
of distant gods
and shine
again.

(29-10-2011 10:47 PM)houseofcantor Wrote:  ...as long as there are poets, humans will remain the masters of the universe.

It is amazing how vast truth can come from the simplest of words.

I think in the end, I just feel like I'm a secular person who has a skeptical eye toward any extraordinary claim, carefully examining any extraordinary evidence before jumping to conclusions. ~ Eric ~ My friend ... who figured it out.
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30-10-2011, 08:01 AM
 
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(29-10-2011 11:17 PM)kim Wrote:  It is amazing how vast truth can come from the simplest of words.

Talking about "vast truths" -- you have those moments when things become crystal clear in their awesome simplicity.

Like the following realization I had a while ago:

Fairy Tales

(inspired by Barbara Kingsolver’s “Poisonwood Bible”)

My parents misled me,
as a small child,
made me believe in fairy tales:
‘the good wins’, they insisted,
‘evil doesn’t have a chance’.
I believed them, and now I am a neurotic adult,
crying in the night: ‘how can people be so wicked?,
why god allows it - it isn’t right’!
This sharp pain is nauseating, I feel paralyzed,
unable to cope, unable to function,
curl up in the fetal position inside me and wish I died.

I spent decades on a lone quest,
studied all the disciplines to explain:
why we can’t “just live”
without hurting, destroying lives.
And then, one day, finally I learnt the answer
and it was the best to find,
and, in a curious way,
it has brought peace
to my mind.

We all do what we think needs done
to get our desire:
some need beauty and love
others want possessions,
power, excitement -
most just hope to survive.

And then I realized:
no use pretending that
wild and hungry carnivores
don’t roam around us…

…nothing hurts as much
as disappointed expectations,
however unjustified!
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30-10-2011, 09:27 AM
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Evil, Inc.

all I ever knew
the one I love
could never be mine
just live my life
serve my time
and be done

all I ever knew
the one I love
would never not be mine
never in my life
ever on my mind
as one

I did not intend
I did not desire
and the only thing I craved
was the fire
I did not pretend
I did not conspire
and the only thing I craved
to expire

only to see her cry
over my grave
and never in this life have i
ever known such rage

what is this place
where I have so long lived, yet never seen
this cannot be the world
I can only be wrong for this not to be obscene

and wrong I shall remain
and wrong shall be my name
I did not ever live
and that will never change
she is all there is
and nothing else can be
so she shall live forever
but evil dies with me

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