Discussion in 'Poetry Realm' started by Mind~$oul, Jun 3, 2003.
I wish it were bigger...
I Dont Know What Happened But The Picture Captured Part Of Me So Silently I Speak To Myself
Many times she said to me that love and life are tender, But why should I concede this point or otherwise surrender? Nor will I assail her more while curs and boors defend her -- The effort, vain, the purpose, lost; I cannot comprehend her. Many times she made it known that I could never save her, That petulance and headaches were the sum of what I gave her. And loathing in this style, sure as steel she would not waver, Her disposition calloused toward those fallen from her favor. She slanders goddess Luna when she writes as though she needs him; Hangs herlself, a garish opal, glows until she bleeds dim; Gives herself in body to a boy as she misleads him, Her heart betrothed to someone else whose decadence precedes him And here I leave those better days in songs and photographs, As she carves my trifling name into her girlhood epitaphs. To reduce impassioned trysts to ungainly teenaged gaffes -- A sentiment which one reflects upon, pauses, and then laughs.
We dance to the rhythm of dreams
Different in scheme
Stuck between the real and
Speak truth through fatality
We behold the pale horse
As the perceptions of the day
Become acquainted in dreams
Fade into the scenes, I
Try not to cry, I
Hit the ground twice
But can’t not see
We ask not, want not
God pours through We
Stay in dimensional limbo
He did this to me
Weeds finish through me
As a nightmare escapes
I dare awake, and
Write where its fate
Has a light fair gait
Born of grizzly pate
Through the dungeons and purgatory
Fights dared in hate
We are the prophets of heart
Those are the sounds
Of the hope filled abound.
I write because my heart
Is compelled by it.
I can’t stop.
My thoughts are repelled my it.
I see, feel, hear, taste
And smell by it.
Perceive the world with my pen,
Escape cells by it.
Stand in the fellowship of men
And fair angels in bloom
Angles of whom create
Infinite space in a room
Time is here, no past or future
That’s the route through which the soul
Must pass to suit the
Needs of understanding
Demanding sometimes on man
Capacity to finally see his dreams.
I remember night scapes
When I awake and I relate
To try and make the night awake
And denial fly away.
We as poets owe a duty to the world of readers
Future seers borne through our words as breeders
Way the heart is heard or seen
Worst can be the loss of heart’s purity
We’re the soldiers in the night
Bearing boulders of light
On Shoulders of might
With the Onus to write
Sinful if we spill forth our wisdom
Never to be read, never to be heard or forgiven
Speak, fair poet, youthful muses and scribes
You can ignite your youthfulness through truthful delight.
Shout down, vintage sage. Speak once through your eyes
Give us the might of wisdom from your decades of site.
This is the right and true path of the poet and seer
Who holds a power and a burden through the purpose so clear.
Jaws drop and I am gently taken by the ferocious wind
where I create the final mind states
of the lost and the good at heart, childless mothers
crying for my breathes to put life into loved
ones lost beyond barriers of buried trees...
Where the heavens collide with
destiny and forever transforms silent
dreams into crying realities...
Time itself as no boundaries
Life itself shades many flavors
Like velvet lights in clear sequence
Our breath in all its form
Nuturing mind body and soul
Seasons change like water
In mistful diversions
Her strive dissipates
Side by side two in one rides on
Through belief at hearts ground
Surrender matter and bear its presence
So as this picture dies in my eyes
I’m bonded to the face that cries
Into burnt burden
Of dying lowly
"So as this picture dies in my eyes
I’m bonded to the face that cries
Into burnt burden
Of dying lowly"
damn that's what i'm talkin about, i havent seen you post anything in a long ass time. This was refreshing
please if you can hit me up, i would like to talk to you
bare with me cus i just look at the picture and try doing something on the spot..
All seings eyes in skies of falling timber, purple rivers and streams caught in the eyes of the sinner.
Mortal man and a million woes, the stallion of the forrest, and the maiden without clothes..
The path seems deadly, and trees rise..eventually..
all shall come to pass, the forrest is alive but will it last?..
Hope is the tool, im in love im a fool..show me the heavens born from this land, show me what the lady in the sky will grow from the sand..show me more of her heart, not just her eyes, she watches me everyday, everynight im hypnotised,
worried about my kingdom...
Naked truth stands silent
Violet skies dawn upon us
Eyes shadow souls
Autumn has fallen
What is the untranslated phrase at the bottom of the picture?
^^^ the name of the person who drew and the name of the picture i believe
it does not appear that way, it is difficult to read as it looks like a phrase.
it is when i picked the picture, it was bigger and it was better to read
the art of dying....
wondering aimlessley between
and tommorows failure
unaware of the beauty within today...
that one for you mind
What the dope man done sold me? [dunno]
I feel like...
No one can hold me,
I can't even control me...
I'm flippin out,
and seein shit,
I wouldn't normally,
And hearing colors
That I normally speak...
I can't SPEAK colors,
Even though I can
Paint a picture with words,
And you'll see what I'm talkin about,
As I stand with no desire to be heard...
Everything is a purple blur,
And I see naked transparent
With a cold pot of grits...
What the dope man done sold me...
Cuz it got me hallucinatin'
A lotta shit!
that was not an original drop
the color purple within which we walk/
purple our moods, our actions, our thoughts/
purple our talk, our hearts, our wants/
purple the skies purple the trees/
purple you purple me, purple is she who sees/
a blue face mixed with red passion/
to blanket and tint the scene we are passing/
purple that purple this purple you/
all the mixtures of my red roses and violets are blue/
so purple i see purple i breathe/
purple the color of our hopes and our dreams/
red of my blood and red of my eyes/
mixed with blue hues emitted from the skies/
red fish and blue fish is me walkin with you-ness/
highness royal purple royalty is purple/
you are my queen your are my princess/
I am your king and your prince in this vision/
purple the leaves and also purple the path/
red wine of grapes, nectar of blue berries/
purple the path on which we are carried
*bows head in silence*
I wish I could have gotten a better feel for that picture...it's so gorgeous...my poem doesn't seem to match it well, but oh well, here it is:
Can you see it?
The eyes of the night watching
In the deep night in this dead forest
The faint light in the distance blinds my chosen path…
Like in a dream, shadows take ghostly forms
Haunting beauty wanders this isolated realm
And searches on a star bound destiny
What is this reality I feel?
These images appearing before me
Like those of a midsummer’s dream…
Darkness is falling in this world
Can you hear the voice calling your name?
The fog is thick
Like tears dissipating in cold water
I am absorbed in this fantasy once more
Lost forever in this child’s nightmare…
Separate names with a comma.