the nights we spend alone

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by celeritea, Oct 8, 2006.

  1. celeritea

    celeritea Member

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    an overhead view
    of the reflection
    in my eyes of my bed
    as i sleep within
    alone, restless

    i rise, forcing my will to straighten
    simon says with chakras
    the lizard with his ego crawls
    crouches on the ground
    kneels to his lust

    i rise
    burning my karma and laughing at the violent wind
    that tries to scare me into gripping a tree
    i am the nearest tree
    my index fingers amputate themselves and form a mandala

    the time we spend in the spring
    grinding our souls to make diamond bling
    will be the end of everything
    after this fall
    i see the sadness in the suffering face of my god
    my planet
    my all

    the only thing you can do is yoga
    to break the patterns of the pigs that raised us
    stop going to mcdonalds

    cheers as i drink of my liberated blood
    cheers to forsaking the ones that would own your blood
    and toss you into a fishbowl with another fish
    one exotic and unknown so to instill fear
    and then watching us fight to make money
    I'll chain myself to the broken pattern
    to prove that it is there to all of you who would not care
    lest your eyes be opened
    by a modest martyr

    though you think you know you still lay fallow
    your yoga is not deep unless you breathe shallow
    let kundalini rise
    and she will be your eyes
    in your restless fight against loneliness and desire
    i will mediate through meditation
     
  2. hippie_chick666

    hippie_chick666 Senior Member

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    Wow! I like the Eastern influence within the poem. It adds a lot of depth to it.

    Peace and Love
     
  3. celeritea

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    The Salmon house and Carter house feud
    i wouldnt trade all the silver and gold you had
    for one single memory i lost at the salmon house
    all the silver and gold ive grown
    cannot compare to the purple smiles of raspberry faced dready angels, the faeries and elves of Dionysus
    i spent my 24th birthday flapping grits for people I despise
    smack dab in the wasteland designed by crack smoking nabbers of freedom
    now ive thumbed my way far away to arrive
    at the salmon house where the cats and dogs are so tripped out
    where the tallest living organisms are the canopy for us bottom dwellers
    where i sit with genius minds and freestyle drunk
    blow the fog into a donut shape and dip it in my caffiene
    the sun comes out at 9:18 and we rise hung over in upside down hammocks
    the babies all stay up late in rooms full of anarchist medicinaries
    that seek the beautiful life of living a reservation tribe
    in trinity
    humboldt nation will always be
    an ancient society untold of
    like antlanteans and lizardmen
    the salmon house will spawn a million ideas
    some will make it upstream
    some will perish in the greedy despair of our thinning air
    the powerplant tuna meltdown of 2012
    will take the sun valley down
    and the sammy goes with it
    reluctantly
    but it fought to the last drop of blood
    that it could suck from the mainstream artery
    flowing back to DC
    the ganja's nice too
     

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