Peotry Thread

you finally got doses???!!??!?!?1/! SO DID I MAN!

 

no such luck in dosing...hit as in :sifone:

 

Who am I?

Im a doctor with patient
I am Husband with a wife
I am student in a school
I am bully on a bike

oh but it seems that none of these seem right

I am Man with body
I am a body with a mind
I am a mind that has a thought
If i am thoughtless will i turn off?

Oh but my mind is clear
my thoughts are all turned off
But still i see my mind
I am something else

I feel as if im close
Who Am I?

Why I am I
That which is on its own
I am all that which is known or unknown
I wasn't I at all
But all was I
All was All

Who am I?
I am God.

 

Enlightenment...
it can't be achieved with a want or a need,
Surrender to the flow!
Let my mind be freed!
No need to heed,
Forget myself,
Receive.​

 

the archetype is the illusion
the thoughts are not your own and you are not your thoughts

 

i feel like sharing,
it's what we do best.
if i only said this,
i'd feel lochness.

the energy here is truly divine.
forth.
awaking is beauty.

 

I'm a country bumpkin
I've got strawlike hair
I wear these overalls
You know, I just don't care

'Cause I'm a country bumpkin
That's all I am
I'm a country bumpkin
Who gives a damn

I'm a country bumpkin
I've got lots of rags
I've got a million sweatpants
And I'm smokin' fags

You know a country bumpkin
A simple country man
A country bumpkin
That's all I am

Those city folks
They've got their perfumed hair
They're wearing diamond studded
Underwear

And a country bumpkin
Don't mean a thing
In my grubby pocket
A useless wedding ring

Actually a song I wrote...

 

Yes my dear I must admit that one time I might did
(And if you grow wiser for me experience)
Yes my dear I grew wiser in many ways and the thing I learned most
Is don't give a dose to the one you love most

No don't give a dose to the one you love most
Give her some marmelade give her some toast
You can give her the willings or give her the blues
But the dose that you give her will get back to you
I once had a lady as sweet as a song she was my darlin' and she was my dear
But she had a dose and she passed it along
Now she's gone but the dose is still here
So don't give a dose to the one you love most
Give her some marmelade give her some toast
You can give her a partridge up in a pear tree
But the dose that you give her might get back to me

If you've got an itchin' if you've got a drip don't sit there wishin' for it to go way
Cause it won't if there's a thing on the tip of your thing or your lip
Run down to the clinic today and say
I won't give a dose to the one I love most

Shel Silverstein
Don't Give A Dose To The One You Love Most lyrics

 

He's got it down to a science/
A real genious with a kenmore appliance.

hehe

 

cycling through the streets\
so much to see
so much i cant see
so much i want to see
so much i need to see
Cycling through the streets
I see all kinds of face
The wildest make me laugh
i have yet to pick a favorite.
the homeless make me laugh,
even though i have more respect for them than i do myself
Iam just waiting
waiting until i see my favorite
Cycling through the streets with a new feeling

Just thought id put my nose into the poetry lol

 

The Love Tethered Soul

Time slows as I wait for my love’s return
With an embrace tender as summer dawn
The paradise that I again must earn
Before I too like the summer am gone

Now all my days go by maliciously
Leaving my being in such disarray
Thoughts and sorrow fill my very own sea
All because my angel has flown away
In my dark abyss hope still has glimmer
That my soul shall be cut from pain’s tethers
You may treat me not as a blasphemer
And may again hold me in your feathers

Your love becomes my intoxication
Your sweet loving caress fornication

 

^nice bump.

when i look into society, you know what i see?
nothing, there's nothing about me....
i wish more than anything, i could be the world
that way everything i did, would serve the whole world
but i dream to big, that will never be me
so i gotta understand, how to correlate that into serving we.
because there is just so much here, with which i dont agree
i feel so alien, it's like phone home E.T.
and i've almost left, but i dont know to where i'll leave
something in this reality, doesn't make sense to me
they ripped my chains off, and spun my head around
and pulled me away, from the, den in the ground
away from the fires, and the shadow's, they cast
i saw the real light, the only reality i grasp
and confused as i was, as i was pulled up the hill
the light took me in, and re-defined my will
and just like nothing, it spit me back out
dropped me back down to ground, which i now flout
and back into the cave, i had to go
trying to behave but im growing so cold
cuz these customs and traditions i see through and through
society is staring backwards, they don't know what is true
fixated on the shadows, they don't know what to do
stuck in a land of the chattle, they've forgotten about "you"
the real defintion, the true essential thing
the realest of realities, the essence of a being.
that's where all my tears come from
this is what they involve
i'll bleed for all these people
if their chains i could dissolve
whatever i am, whoever i stand
forever i am, a part of the plan
the planned plan
the universal connect
the absolute power
the highest place yet
the only true answer
the indisputable line
perefectly perfected
it will stand through time
it outweighs perspective
for perception can't change it
even when we break the fourth barrier
nothing can rearange it
it created those barriers
those dimensions and lines
this is everything
more everything than time
this is everything
a name doesn't do it justice
god in a sense
but as the essence, of what is......
so open your eyes
no lies, and you will see
there is only one answer
if you use rationality
and philosophy is the key
when we understand how we think
when understand our minds
we will find this link

 

She has a peg leg
And jet lag
She is too old fashioned
She hobbles off the tarmac
Everyone is passing judgment
Is she crazy?
Why isn't she using a prosthetic?

Her peg leg centers her mind
Presenting her with
Transcendental cosmic bliss
Her peg leg is floating, flaoting
Through the abyss
Through the tunnel into the light
God keeps her peg leg
For his own

 

I once looked into the hourglass of the upper class
only to find their time was slave to the confines of the glass.

I drank the remains of their grains in order to inherit all that was good.
Then converted it into complex ryhmescheme to make that shit sound hood.

Serving as the catalyst between the high-life and the streets
I let the surfs know they too can harvest beats.

You can call them a new-age cash-crop, the hyphen between 'pop' and 'lock'
So, we migrate to open Mics like a vagrant sheep to a flock.

 

My own elctric chair
the cyanide to my morphne

She's so pretty
when she cant see
dead inside just like me

I like when she's blue
laying on my bathroom floor

she so still lying there
look like an an angel
but the the devils in her eyes

she's so pretty
when she can see dead insdie just like me

Wrote this a long time ago.. figured id post it

 

your like the sunshine
to my moonlight

Before i met you everything was grey

now everytime i look into those pretty eyes

the skye parts and the sun comes out
and its like a warm summer day

when ever i se your pretty smile
Iknow it will be all okay

I look up at the stars and fall to my knees

all I ask is dont go away. I like warm summer days

I Wrote the for a gril i havent found yet

 

the chords cascade into nothing like the glimmer of light reflected in a dying man's eyes
the words you never said were the most important to me
golden crown, crystal mirror; mere trifles easily lost in a breeze
the scarlet flower we all suffer for, beast and beauty alike

winter never comes.

 

My girl is named Lucy
and she is quite fine

She collapses my ego
but expands my mind

She shows me what's real
she shows me what's not

She makes me believe
in hope that I've got

That someday we'll share
The love that she' taught.

-By me.

 

I am from where dust has wings
Where the evergreens wave hello
Where humidity hugs
and refuses to let go
Of family friends
and friendly families
I walk on the mind's eye's legs
And rely on karmic shifts
Although I am from the streets of rolling grays
I am also from the void
The same nothingness as you
Where one understands nothing
and connects to all.
I am from the great green
The great blues
And the great rainbows
That arise from the rains of fall
I am from my mother
My father and his stringy ancestral past
This world falls on me like a crystal dove
Shattering into beautiful ecstasy, vast.
Breaking into blues, reds, greens, and oranges.
I am from this exclamation point of existence.
This explosion of wonder.
The great eyes of children, expanding in curiosity
Astonished eyebrows raising in bewilderment.
I am from the energy of the great mindless
I am from the warmth of the human heart.
And from this all I draw.
Brilliant kindness.
Bare to share.
I am from...
The art.


I'll crack out some other ones when I get my notebook out later. Nothing like an internet chatroom that I can share my crappy poetry with, ooh ra!

 

ooh ra!