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11-11-2011, 03:54 PM (This post was last modified: 11-11-2011 04:06 PM by Peterkin.)
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(11-11-2011 03:44 PM)defacto7 Wrote:  Yes, yes, yes. I very well may have been the one who soiled your turtle. I have been doing quite a bit of turtle soiling lately. There's just something about those turtles.... I can't put my finger on it...

Ah-HA!!? And that doggerel wasn't even meant for you*; i just put it in the same box as cover for an irrelevant post. Besides, nobody should own a turtle in the first place.
(*page back)
Now, how do i redeem this one?

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11-11-2011, 04:12 PM
 
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(11-11-2011 03:44 PM)defacto7 Wrote:  All hail to thee oh great Zatamon, the all knowing and powerful Zatamon... Blessed be thy holy... oh never mind.... Wink

defacto, don't make me puke! Big GrinBig GrinBig Grin
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11-11-2011, 04:33 PM
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soiled, stoled, stoiled... I'm so mixed up.... Blush

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11-11-2011, 08:24 PM
 
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(11-11-2011 11:52 AM)cufflink Wrote:  That was beautiful and moving. Thank you, Zatamon.

Thank you, cufflink! Smile
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12-11-2011, 06:52 PM
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(Back in MA as a youngster, I was living in Sterling and I'd often walk to Clinton for something to do - a two-hour stroll. This is more a state of mind, from one of those journeys, rather than a single work.)

Ganymede

The rain
and the road
goes on
and on and on
The while
and the cold
goes on
and on and on

Cannot say why
as I
just walk
on and on
Cannot hold back
as I
just talk
on and on
Just me
and the road
and the rain
chasing dream
this road
has yet to make
as I am
I go on
on and on
as I will
I go on
on and on

I may grow sore
but I do not tire
if I grow weary
my thought must inspire
there is no room
on this road for rest
push on push forward
can only hope for the best

The rain
and the road
goes on
and on and on
The while
and the cold
goes on
and on and on

and where I'm walking
what man can know
just move forward
then I'll know
the rain keeps falling
and a car slows its speed
and a stranger tells me
I'm off to Ganymede

And we're off to Ganymede
And we're off to Ganymede...

(if one did not notice, I'm more of a lyricist that strictly a poet. Who can tell how many ellenjanuary jams are part of some local band's repertoire? Never inspired me to charge a buck for what is merely love. Wink )

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16-11-2011, 01:35 PM
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(rockin' out on the way home...)

The Collective

iza bout time
hive mind
donchu be
left behind
iza bout place
zatchu call home
dontchu go nowhere
the roads aren't for Rome

iza bout time
hive mind
allu need to know
look inside
iza bout place
iza bout name
fear not identity
all is fame

one and one and one
one and one and one
one and one more
one and one and one
one and one and one
one and one more
take it where you are
take it how you are
take it without a door
take it who you are
take it will you are
one and one one more

iza bout time
hive mind
speak your piece and
make the whole
iza bout place
fills space
break your peace and
take the whole

emergence into collective. resistance is futile

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16-11-2011, 03:11 PM
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Incompleteness

so say you
that which I could not
building bridges
after wars are fought
and my mind
cannot be clearly spoken
myself to I
abides the silence unbroken

All there is
is you for me
two we are
yet never three.
All there is
zero and one
for all the races run
find that we're never done

so say you
and I must choose to hear
building doorways
while walls just show our fear
and my time
has no need of clocks
and free
shall see the selves unlock

All there will be
is you for me
that you are now here
eternity

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16-11-2011, 04:49 PM
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No hive mind for the Zat. If Vegas took odds on evolution, I'd blow my wad on the collective. It ain't about being Borg, the conjoiners make a better example; but the best example is love.

Zero-state morality gives one a bit of "mind reading ability;" but only because we have the same baseline - and that baseline is love.

Ya know, I never particularly liked John Lennon - I may have been in error. Wink

And those last two ditties go together, btw... I was "screaming" hive mind on the way back from the store - industrial metal, that's my genre. Wink

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16-11-2011, 05:04 PM (This post was last modified: 16-11-2011 05:33 PM by bemore.)
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I cannot speak of how I feel.
Although this does not make it any less real.
How can I convey what I know.
The things only experience can show.

Sometimes im lost and sometimes im found.
Sometimes im up and sometimes im down.
Sometimes im me but mostly I act......
.....in accordance with circumstances that I deem as apt.

I think I know me but who am I.
Can the true me be seen with the eye
Can the real me be touched and carresed
Or will the real me die lonely
Never understanding why
If my soul was a colour.
Right now it is black.
With a tiny white light.
Lost deep down inside.

This tiny white light.
So fragile.
Yet it is the only thing that keeps me together.

There are times when my light shines the way.
Illuminating life in darkness of day.
Yet there are times when my light seems to dim.
And I feel the darkness begin to close within.

Is my light the spark of life.
Cutting the darkness much like a knife.
What happens if the blade goes dull.
Will my life slowly become null...

I feel so much, and yet I feel nothing.
I am a rock, I am the sky, the birds and the trees and everything beyond.
I am the wind, in the fields in which I roar. I am the water, in which I drown.
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16-11-2011, 06:24 PM
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This is hell.....and also heaven.
I am god and sometimes the devil.
Can I revel on a balanced level.

because.......

I am looking up
You are looking down.
When will we look in the same direction

What will we see........

I feel so much, and yet I feel nothing.
I am a rock, I am the sky, the birds and the trees and everything beyond.
I am the wind, in the fields in which I roar. I am the water, in which I drown.
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