It was there,
just below the surface
laying in wait
I too have felt its presence
I have witnessed its power
I have gained from its good,
and been broken by its demise.
That we can continue,
to dream, to hope,
and to love,…
is testament to our kind.
Proof that the “agenda”
matters not.
Proof that words only hold us hostage.
We choose to believe,
despite so much evidence to the contrary
that we will emerge
from the devastation, the ashes,…
stronger, better for our journey.
A man without belief,
is a man without hope,
a man without dreams, a man void of love.
Three HAVE risen,
and three HAVE fallen.
yet,
we still believe,..
we are not dissuaded by all the evidence to the contrary.
why?
Because all the evidence to the contrary,
is not entirely dissuasive.
Still,
we are held hostage
in a standoff where the outcome
prevents survivors on all sides.
If I can dream,
I can live?
If I can have hope,
that gives me strength to carry on?
If I can love and be loved,….
what?
Three HAVE risen,
and three HAVE fallen,
and the night has given birth to a new day.
A day where words
will no longer have the power
to hold one man hostage.
Words.
Only one word matters.
Only one word can make
the others mean anything at all.
If I have to live and die by and for a word,..
let that word not be “Dreams”,
let that word not be “Hope”,
or even “Love”.
Let that word be the only word
that gives any of them validity.
Let that word be,.. Truth.
WAOOOOOOOO !!! that is.....I'm lost for words, XLNT is all I can say right now.
Al little creative cutting and pasting, if you will:
If you need to visualize the soul, think of it as a cross between a wolf howl, a photon, and a dribble of dark molasses. But what it really is, as near as I can tell, is a packet of information. It's a program, a piece of hyperspatial software designed explicitly to interface with the Mystery. Not a mystery, mind you, the Mystery. The one that can never be solved.
To one degree or another, everybody is connected to the Mystery, and everybody secretly yearns to expand the connection. That requires expanding the soul. These things can enlarge the soul: laughter, danger, imagination, meditation, wild nature, passion, compassion, psychedelics, beauty, iconoclasm, and driving around in the rain with the top down. These things can diminish it: fear, bitterness, blandness, trendiness, egotism, violence, corruption, ignorance, grasping, shining, and eating ketchup on cottage cheese.
Data in our psychic program is often nonlinear, nonhierarchical, archaic, alive, and teeming with paradox. Simply booting up is a challenge, if not for no other reason than that most of us find acknowledging the unknowable and monitoring its intrusions upon the familiar and mundane more than a little embarrassing.
But say you've inflated your soul to the size of a beach ball and it's soaking into the Mystery like wine into a mattress. What have you accomplished? Well, long term, you may have prepared yourself for a successful metamorphosis, an almost inconceivable transformation to be precipitated by your death or by some great worldwide eschatological whoopjamboreehoo. You may have. No one can say for sure.
More immediately, by waxing soulful you will have granted yourself the possibility of ecstatic participation in what the ancients considered a divinely animated universe. And on a day to day basis, folks, it doesn't get any better than that.
Each person contributes one to two lines. If you feel that your line is a good conclusion to the poem, state so, and begin the next poem!
First lines of the first poem:
In my world's game
Agony plays the cat
In my world's game
Agony plays the cat
and the cat sits quietly
starring through the windows pain.
...wondering is this God's sadness in sideways falling rain?
*We CAN bomb the World to pieces, but we CAN'T bomb it into PEACE*...Michael Franti
*MUSIC IS the expression of EMOTION.....and that POLITICS IS merely the DECOY of PERCEPTION*
.....song_Music & Politics....Michael Franti
*The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite INSANE*....Nikola Tesla(a man who shaped our world of electricity with his futuristic inventions)
and the cat sits quietly
staring through the window's pain
In my purse pocket
Humor hides in back
and it laughs slightly
sitting through the boring day
as she walks into the house
she drops her coat and long day on the floor
then throws her keys on the counter.
her day was long
the day... has gone
but Agony stays
and Agony still... plays
...if we could only
see a smile on her face
All I need is just one chance
to ride a shooting star
across the magic of her mind
just one chance to touch her smile.
and on a sunny day I'll chase the clouds away
and draw the curtins on my windows pain
with my agony asleep on the sofa arm
I can dance to my worlds game
let it rain let it rain.
He kept them up under the bed.
Bring them out and beat on them.
There was nothin I could do.
Else He beat on me
or worse.... the kid.
"he beat your child too?"
only once...
after that I did what He said.
He didn't have to.
Sometimes it was women
but mostly men,
brought them home
already hurtin.
We could hear them breathe funny
sometimes cry
moan
pray.
That's when He would drag them out
and beat on them some more.
Put them back up under there.
Sometimes the blood ran out
from under the bed.
He told me to clean it up.
I did.
There was nothin I could do.
So much rage and hate
someone must have done Him very wrong.
At first the kid didn't know
he only saw
but didn't know.
I never wanted him to know
but he saw it all.
In between, after...
He would be so nice
mostly to the kid.
I saw my kid love this monster,
wait for the times He was nice,
saw him need those times.
Then He would bring home another one,
already hurtin.
Beat on them and stuff them
up under the bed.
The kid knew it was the only way He was nice.
The power He had on him
you couldn't see
only feel.
The kid understood the power.
Then He brought home a boy
couldn't have been 16
already hurtin.
Put him up under the bed.
I had to do something
so I let him go....
helped him go.
He beat on me and put me
up under the bed.
I knew my kid was waiting.
Waiting for it to be over.
Waiting for Him to be nice.
So much rage and hate
someone must have done him very wrong.
I knew you when you were small
Just barley up to my knee
Now you've grown so tall
Standing at 6 foot 3
Can you still see me?
I knew you when you didn't know shit
Then for years you were just full of it
I knew someday you'd get your world together
Now that you've started,the only weather.... is rain
Rain
Rain
Rain
You were never a little boy
Just always a little man
My ideas for your
Were never part of your plan
I remember the day I had to let it all go
How far you had come
Yet so far left to go
I taught you all I knew
Shared with you the good and bad
You started making a life for you
Before any others even had a plan
Now I'm walkin' in the rain
Rain
Rain
Rain
I am so proud of you
The young man you are trying to be
But in the rest of my life
There will never be warmer son for me
Shinning bright
Pushing back the rain
Rain
Pain
Rain
Comments
WAOOOOOOOO !!! that is.....I'm lost for words, XLNT is all I can say right now.
Godfather.
If you need to visualize the soul, think of it as a cross between a wolf howl, a photon, and a dribble of dark molasses. But what it really is, as near as I can tell, is a packet of information. It's a program, a piece of hyperspatial software designed explicitly to interface with the Mystery. Not a mystery, mind you, the Mystery. The one that can never be solved.
To one degree or another, everybody is connected to the Mystery, and everybody secretly yearns to expand the connection. That requires expanding the soul. These things can enlarge the soul: laughter, danger, imagination, meditation, wild nature, passion, compassion, psychedelics, beauty, iconoclasm, and driving around in the rain with the top down. These things can diminish it: fear, bitterness, blandness, trendiness, egotism, violence, corruption, ignorance, grasping, shining, and eating ketchup on cottage cheese.
Data in our psychic program is often nonlinear, nonhierarchical, archaic, alive, and teeming with paradox. Simply booting up is a challenge, if not for no other reason than that most of us find acknowledging the unknowable and monitoring its intrusions upon the familiar and mundane more than a little embarrassing.
But say you've inflated your soul to the size of a beach ball and it's soaking into the Mystery like wine into a mattress. What have you accomplished? Well, long term, you may have prepared yourself for a successful metamorphosis, an almost inconceivable transformation to be precipitated by your death or by some great worldwide eschatological whoopjamboreehoo. You may have. No one can say for sure.
More immediately, by waxing soulful you will have granted yourself the possibility of ecstatic participation in what the ancients considered a divinely animated universe. And on a day to day basis, folks, it doesn't get any better than that.
Tom Robbins
to the bar.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
come back...creative!
creative went to lunch, and has yet to return.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
Creative went to bar. And then right to lunch?
I think Creative is up to something
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
yeah, fick that!
Each person contributes one to two lines. If you feel that your line is a good conclusion to the poem, state so, and begin the next poem!
First lines of the first poem:
In my world's game
Agony plays the cat
Godfather.
In my world's game
Agony plays the cat
and the cat sits quietly
starring through the windows pain.
...wondering is this God's sadness in sideways falling rain?
*MUSIC IS the expression of EMOTION.....and that POLITICS IS merely the DECOY of PERCEPTION*
.....song_Music & Politics....Michael Franti
*The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite INSANE*....Nikola Tesla(a man who shaped our world of electricity with his futuristic inventions)
In my world's game
Agony plays the cat
and the cat sits quietly
staring through the window's pain
In my purse pocket
Humor hides in back
In my world's game
Agony plays the cat
and the cat sits quietly
staring through the window's pain
In my purse pocket
Humor hides in back
and it laughs slightly
sitting through the boring day
Agony plays the cat
and the cat sits quietly
staring through the window's pain
In my purse pocket
Humor hides in back
and it laughs slightly
sitting through the boring day
as she walks into the house
she drops her coat and long day on the floor
then throws her keys on the counter.
her day was long
the day... has gone
but Agony stays
and Agony still... plays
...if we could only
see a smile on her face
All I need is just one chance
to ride a shooting star
across the magic of her mind
just one chance to touch her smile.
and on a sunny day I'll chase the clouds away
and draw the curtins on my windows pain
with my agony asleep on the sofa arm
I can dance to my worlds game
let it rain let it rain.
(sorry Im hoging up the poem space
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
she touches the rain
still falling
her smile may fade ... away
but agony stays
and in her eyes there is rain
... and she don't fade
away
Then she told me how it was going to be
she said you're gonna give your love to me..(Buddy Holly rip-off)
Flight of fancy on a summer night
I'd have her here a holding me tight...(more Buddy Holly rip-off)
do you ever write with enough emotion to make you clench your fist
grit your teeth
and smash people with blunt weaponry?
Curious,
Chad
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
do I ever ! ? pssstt....the shit I been thru... forget about it ...
you ever coloured your pages full black until you start ...
bah... what do I know....
you're all over it
i believe you have it goin on.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
There are times she gets a lil crazy
She loves to play
And she loves the game
She always looks
… so pretty
playing in the rain
there are times she…
runs away from her man
and for a few nights she...
sleeps while she hides
but her good man
she don’t leave him behind
she keeps him happy
she stays happy
she stays
in agony
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Subconscious
He kept them up under the bed.
Bring them out and beat on them.
There was nothin I could do.
Else He beat on me
or worse.... the kid.
"he beat your child too?"
only once...
after that I did what He said.
He didn't have to.
Sometimes it was women
but mostly men,
brought them home
already hurtin.
We could hear them breathe funny
sometimes cry
moan
pray.
That's when He would drag them out
and beat on them some more.
Put them back up under there.
Sometimes the blood ran out
from under the bed.
He told me to clean it up.
I did.
There was nothin I could do.
So much rage and hate
someone must have done Him very wrong.
At first the kid didn't know
he only saw
but didn't know.
I never wanted him to know
but he saw it all.
In between, after...
He would be so nice
mostly to the kid.
I saw my kid love this monster,
wait for the times He was nice,
saw him need those times.
Then He would bring home another one,
already hurtin.
Beat on them and stuff them
up under the bed.
The kid knew it was the only way He was nice.
The power He had on him
you couldn't see
only feel.
The kid understood the power.
Then He brought home a boy
couldn't have been 16
already hurtin.
Put him up under the bed.
I had to do something
so I let him go....
helped him go.
He beat on me and put me
up under the bed.
I knew my kid was waiting.
Waiting for it to be over.
Waiting for Him to be nice.
So much rage and hate
someone must have done him very wrong.
That someone was me.
I knew you when you were small
Just barley up to my knee
Now you've grown so tall
Standing at 6 foot 3
Can you still see me?
I knew you when you didn't know shit
Then for years you were just full of it
I knew someday you'd get your world together
Now that you've started,the only weather.... is rain
Rain
Rain
Rain
You were never a little boy
Just always a little man
My ideas for your
Were never part of your plan
I remember the day I had to let it all go
How far you had come
Yet so far left to go
I taught you all I knew
Shared with you the good and bad
You started making a life for you
Before any others even had a plan
Now I'm walkin' in the rain
Rain
Rain
Rain
I am so proud of you
The young man you are trying to be
But in the rest of my life
There will never be warmer son for me
Shinning bright
Pushing back the rain
Rain
Pain
Rain
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