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18-02-2016, 07:25 PM
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
The world swam, shimmering like
the moon on a smoggy city night
as we invested trifles with deep import.
We shared the ride to oblivion and back
laughing and crying
lending support
for each of our maddening dreams
as the night grew stale and dawn’s light beckoned.
We never reckoned the cost of our foolish dreams,
moonlit shadows which still haunt my thoughts --
we didn’t count the colors in the spectrum that night.
We swam in an ocean of our own creation.
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22-02-2016, 06:03 AM
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
The Celestial Journey


Take me back to when time began
where matter converged into a violent expanse

Where was god?

he had not been created yet
Billions of years later
Iron age tribesman will seek to make sense of it all and accomplish nothing more than catapulting future generations into partaking in Sunday potlucks while succumbing to psychological coersion
to pay homage to man who was never there

Meanwhile the Universe continues its expanse while quarks and muons dance unseen. A universe unto itself devoid of tribesmen to turn its existence into a stain upon humanity

The macro and the micro
Independent of what you think
Older than time
Older than god

When I gaze upon the heavenly bodies,
the world beneath me fades away
and I blend into the cold expanse
unchanged by man's opinion

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22-02-2016, 12:27 PM
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If the red slayer think he slays,
Or if the slain think he is slain,
They know not well the subtle ways
I keep, and pass, and turn again.

Far or forgot to me is near;
Shadow and sunlight are the same;
The vanished gods to me appear;
And one to me are shame and fame.

They reckon ill who leave me out;
When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt,
I am the hymn the Brahmin sings.

The strong gods pine for my abode,
And pine in vain the sacred Seven;
But thou, meek lover of the good!
Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.

- Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Brahma"

"Owl," said Rabbit shortly, "you and I have brains. The others have fluff. If there is any thinking to be done in this Forest - and when I say thinking I mean thinking - you and I must do it."
- A. A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner
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22-02-2016, 01:08 PM
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Crystal Tears

I suffer the eyes of my dying love
Yet her heart bleeds for me
And as her light fades
She loves me still
With her loving eyes,
My life slips away on her crystal tears

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24-02-2016, 07:57 PM
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The Hunt


At the rain's end
The forest begins to beckon

As delicate strands of mycellium
speak of sex below the soil
A vast network of communication

trees in symbiotic repose
providing shade
for the children born of cap and stem

Spore breeders

The great migrators of the wind

They provide food for the forager,
visions to those who seek a greater journey
and death to the uninitiated

I've foraged and found insight beyond measure
But these no longer draw me into the woods

There is a quiet beauty to their discovery

Thousands of different species hidden among the forest floor like sprites seeking to remain undetected

I seek them out
I want to know them all by name
and behold their radiance

Once found, I become the student
They tell me their secrets
and I learn of their character

I always leave the forest rewarded
and longing for the rain to return

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12-03-2016, 04:53 AM
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"Mother's Lullaby"

In three weeks I'll leave you
To make our worlds better
And I'll love your father
With nowhere to go

In five years I'll leave you
To make our worlds better
Collateral damage
From setting me free

Seven years, hold on
Innocent bystander
Our worlds will get better
So long as we outrun the walls caving in.

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12-03-2016, 06:18 AM (This post was last modified: 12-03-2016 08:32 AM by Nurse.)
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Ok, I edited it a tiny bit since first posting.

"Whorehouse Muse's Musings"

Morning, Mourning
Fiend, bringer of sickening sorrows
Singer of pain filled remembering

Sweet playful footsteps
Ran through the halls
Silent spirits now echo across Nashville floors

Wooden balance beams, heart of stone walls
Empty women, shattered dreams
Whores' consequences left open and raw

Beautiful sunrise
Spring forward, alpha of days
Tangled in treasures, tripping over trenches
Melting Madison's muses
Inspirer of future color filled lives.

"If there's a single thing that life teaches us, it's that wishing doesn't make it so." - Lev Grossman
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12-03-2016, 08:40 AM
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Oh - and here is the pic I took (and edited the ever living fuck out of) that inspired the above poem. It's the old stone bench in my ex boyfriend's (who emotionally stonewalled me after he had me wrapped around his finger) backyard. Behind his rock house...with huge wooden beams I would climb on above the living room...a former brothel. I'll just let you extrapolate the meanings of tripping on trenches (albeit he does have a trench in his back yard, and I also tripped and sprained my ankle with him, but the other meaning...use your noggin) and melting.

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12-03-2016, 12:39 PM
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Goddamn. I must be about to start my rag. Here's my third poem, unedited, in less than 12 hours. I don't have a pic to go along with this one. Just my own watercolor from when we first started dating, which I'm hesitant to post.

"Lost Boy"

Peter Pan man
Lost boy toy
What you should've been
Could have been
Never let me in

But you held my hand

Long lost adventure
Breathtaking picture
Flew me through the skies

But you were unsure

You wanted a Wendy
I never could be
I need to be free
Just like you
Not a Tink in a cage
Little songbird
Arms length I kept you out

But I was wrong

Believing you would fly with me
Onto the next page.

Beautiful Lost Boy
Curious cat
You explored seas too deep
Should've stuck to the skies
What you found was the bends
And you'll never come back.

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12-03-2016, 01:32 PM
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Of Money and Asteroids

Down in what used to be a meadow
are the lies that the politicians told and the money that the bankers lost.

On the hill, there’s a wind farm obscuring the view of Armageddon.
‘Where’s all the money gone?’ someone cried
as if it mattered,
as if it were really ever there.
It was just an illusion created by the usurers.
The people are broken anyway.
I tried to catch their thoughts in a recycled paper cup
but it was sold on ebay after their tears ran dry.

Somewhere, deep in space, an asteroid skips on its merry way to a rendezvous with Earth.
It needs to hurry,
time is running out for nature,
it ran out long ago for man.

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