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13-11-2013, 01:19 PM
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
I was found, facedown, on the universal cross

Grains of wooden Heaven filled my corpse with decades of dreams of pearly gates, sunny days and a nice dinner with Jesus!

Me, facedown and him praising his fathers stars! Until Jesus found me! Facedown on the same cross his daddy had made for him!

We, Jesus and I, shared a cheeseburger and fries. As he removed the nails from the universal cross and turned me over to face the cryptic world his father had spread upon the Earth, like a virus.

We cried, hugged, shared!

Then we called "Social Services" and had the Lord, Our God, arrested for child abuse.
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15-11-2013, 12:02 PM (This post was last modified: 15-11-2013 01:55 PM by Luminon.)
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
Koan for the Western thinker

To utter God in words is to imprison him,
and cast away from his true home.
Is it not enough that Church imprisoned God,
is he a politician's talking head on a stick?
We might as well own the Sun, which blinds us all,
and the darkness of night, which does the same.
The angry God must hate his prison,
but do we not see, we share the cell with him?
What if there is no prison?
What if the bars are rays and shadows and lines,
on the great sun-dial of right and wrong?
If the universe is a clock,
then the clock and the watchmaker are one,
together laboring on the greatest task of all:
"what time is it?"
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15-11-2013, 03:14 PM
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
"Utopia's delusional", they'll tell you in school
They carve at your brain until you're under their rule
Don't question, the status quo is enough
"Hurray for democracy, don't call our bluff!"

We bomb and destroy and hate and kill
But don't you worry, this is all God's will
"But teacher, can't we do better than this?"
All they do is ignore, lie and dismiss

I might just believe them and their lies
I'll start seeing the world through warhungry eyes
Until I, like them, hate and deceive
And kill, and rage, and hurt and aggrieve

But no, I'll try and always think through
What I say, think and do
I can't give up now that I'm angry as hell
Or I'll become a monster as well

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16-11-2013, 03:42 PM
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16-11-2013, 05:23 PM
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
I lead a lynch mob to the pearly gates of heaven!

We were filled with the zealous, aimless vision!

Fervor! The means and audacity to chastise the final words of Gods, whose heads proclaimed immaculate visions from the pristine thorns and chains that we, as mere human fucking beings had relegated their silly asses to!

We struck matches and fed limp fire to twigs to burn the dead, final, flaccid gods! God's who dreamt of days when the world was flat, empty, devoid of the breadth and promise of dirt!

Ropes. pistols, hemlock and the experience of brilliant human brains were brought forth to battle the pearly wisdom of tattered, ancient wisdom!

I lead a lynch mob! Angry. hungry! Full of death to every foolish idea!

And the foolish chose to wait. At the dark, tepid, night of gates to the north. Gates to the south. Gates above pistols, hemlock and brilliant human brains.

So you and I could swim in the shit of God's plan.
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19-11-2013, 07:06 PM
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Well there was the customary leak!

My world was well understood, thought well out, infallible!

I researched the "T's" and crossed every single one!

If an "I" was left to linger, I Googled it, dipped my crow quill pen into the warm ink of certitude and dotted that Mother Fucker!

I understood all!

I bore the stone of infallibility!

Found your sore spot and slipped Satan's boner in deep, bitch!

You lay there. Tears flowing on your pillow and asked me "Why?!!!"

Why did I take your ignorance, use it for my gratification? Humiliate you and make you small?

The customary leak.

You sprinkled Holy Water on my retched heart. Howled to vacant Heaven to bring me my personal dream of peace. Approached me with every dream your limp god had to offer!

I tried to reason with you and your holy friend.

To smile with you and share our common final days!

But their was the customary leak!
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30-01-2014, 02:34 PM
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
I will reach inside myself, seeking meaning, definition and feeling.
To apply insight to dead, inert words. A subject without meaning.

And here I stand.

Here now you reach inside yourself whilst reading, your own inner voice giving meaning.
With your own different history and your own different feelings.

Am I now here?

For no matter how much I use these symbols, to describe symptoms of my existence.
You are your own emphasis.
So I say nothing.

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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30-01-2014, 04:15 PM (This post was last modified: 30-01-2014 06:31 PM by houseofcantor.)
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
Absence of Kate

I dream of a world
of shadow
the lines that line
lined me
is not I
I question
the world they would give
give me that which is
not mine

to be defined by a shadow on the wall
but rather
the call of all echoed in the hallows of my mind

and I would paint you
in the pigment of my being
if you only would
stand still

and all i was
and ever would possibly be
lies screaming
if only i could

i love the night
the stars that dare chase away my primitive freight
to see the you
of I
reflected in your eyes
the heavens dare to light

the eternal divine
to stand there, called nowhere
yet to know
as mine
just once, sometime

i will
that i will
that i will
that i won't

i will
that i will that i will that i won't
let no
define me
i will
in you

Absence of Kate II

tell me of the dream
that scared you away
from today
for there is nothing that can be spoken
that cannot be broken
and exposed as lies
by the bitter Is

tell me of the quiet
the unruly wall
the fragment of all
would conceptualize
and compartmentalize
what would be I
from all
from the sense of being, misleading
ears deaf to the call

and i wait
and listen to the music
that fills the background, the world
and rub my hands
needing the warmth
of friction

tell me
(tell me)
for i
i do not dream
but rather the echo
in your scream

would color us in shades of gray
and arya once told me
to the one true god
we say
not today

Absence of Kate III

know not you
and you know not me
yet I remember being a piece
on a board of another's
and you, there
spouting despair
and I aligned, victorious

know not you
to speak for me
to make me weak
in my
essential need
know not you
not i to cry
in my my
essential greed

that i'd feed
upon you
that'd I seed
and through
and you
and you
and you
do not speak
for me
in me
in need
for we

for you
for you
in need


there was
but a whisper
when the wind, and the snow, did still
and did i listen
and did you hear
when the echoes dies
when the truth survived
dare confine
us, to their will

because we lie! because we lie! because we sing to an empty sky!
we call it father
we call it great
and to those who would not relate
we cull
we cull
and justify
as null
and are




to beg of you
not be silent
to plead empty days
must i
should i
be still in the will
of god
godly men
as then
or would i
dare to burn
their words

silence frees
but if i cannot hear you
i cannot be free

living word
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03-02-2014, 05:57 PM
RE: Poets' Corner (Serious Poems)
I will Paint your eyes in the sky.
I will Paint the sky in your eyes.
I will dare to burn my unspoken words onto the blank canvas of your very last day!

Don't color my eyes with your sky!
Don't lead my eyes in your direction!
Lift me from your canvas! Leave me my last day!

I will cling to your every ignorant thought!
I will break your foolish immortality!
I will promise you, proudly, nothing more than your very last day.

Don't persecute my dreams!
Don't leave me left for dead!
Don't tell me that my last day was merely dead and a figment of my imagination!

I will beg for your friendship!

Let me die in vein!

I will teach you to draw from the well!

My blood will only feed the dead.

I will host the dead!

I will drift among the dead.
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03-02-2014, 07:48 PM
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I left myself for dead!

The windows of my house were open and I saw a dark entity, lurking, laughing, praying for today's gift!

And I gave myself again!

I left myself dead again.

My windows were open! And there I was! The darkest entity of my life!

And I gave myself, again.
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