There's something very powerful about giving someone else hot food - it's pre-linguistic. When you are delirious, psychotic, desolate, how do you know what to trust, what to cling to? Hot food says 'comfort', says 'we have time', says 'we are no longer in the cave', says 'you are alive, you are worth something'. You may not trust a word I say - I have been there, to a place of zero trust. The action of bringing food - to feed the child within. We ate before we spoke. The primeval centres of the brain - I have cold, you have fire, you make alchemy - the stoneage stonebaked pizza. I know a song like this. She feeds him, that's why she'll be back again. To feed, to strip to essentials
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Some quick creativity indeed!
Yes, actions - the action of bringing someone in need hot pizza. Trust me, I've tested this to destruction. I didn't recognise your face, I didn't know your words, I knew not if you were still my brother - I still felt good when you brought me hot pizza. In those times....
I'm glad you explained....
You previously said "...'tis nothing stronger than hot pizza".
I would think instead that there is nothing more helpless.
Unless a critical and very sad error occurs, a hot pizza is looking at nothing less than eminent and brutal annihilation. Even more vicious than this, the annihilators throw parties to host such destruction of the said helpless pizza.
Tis, true, Nobody is worthy
of hot pizza's trust.
Poor, poor little trustless, helpless hot pizza
I love you
and yet I know that in that love
you will be not
you will go forth
facing an ending of
vile digestion.
you are the pepperoni face of unconditional love
No expectancy
that your shredded melted cheese
should ever trust
There's something very powerful about giving someone else hot food - it's pre-linguistic. When you are delirious, psychotic, desolate, how do you know what to trust, what to cling to? Hot food says 'comfort', says 'we have time', says 'we are no longer in the cave', says 'you are alive, you are worth something'. You may not trust a word I say - I have been there, to a place of zero trust. The action of bringing food - to feed the child within. We ate before we spoke. The primeval centres of the brain - I have cold, you have fire, you make alchemy - the stoneage stonebaked pizza. I know a song like this. She feeds him, that's why she'll be back again. To feed, to strip to essentials
these thoughts are great! especially our primeval connection deep with in, we forget about our basics.
"she feeds him, that's why she'll be back again"
giving is more fulfilling than getting always
the old tradition of breaking bread together...
My eldest sister who has passed, this was her way, baking, giving gifts of food, making people feel part of the family with a meal. It was the way she showed love. I miss her and the wise words I shrugged off too many times, but they are here with me now, so many times in any given day they come to me.
Some quick creativity indeed!
Yes, actions - the action of bringing someone in need hot pizza. Trust me, I've tested this to destruction. I didn't recognise your face, I didn't know your words, I knew not if you were still my brother - I still felt good when you brought me hot pizza. In those times....
I'm glad you explained....
You previously said "...'tis nothing stronger than hot pizza".
I would think instead that there is nothing more helpless.
God you creative women are an argumentative bunch!! I can do pedantic if you want. You wouldn't like me when I'm pedantic!!
(good poems tho)
Beer is strong
Prozac is strong
Pizza is stronger
Pizza is not helpless
Pizza is stronger
These are strong words
Your pizza is stronger
Pizza is helpful
You are helpless
Prozac makes you helpless
Pizza makes you stronger
Pizza is a metaphor
Pizza is a food
Food is good
Food is stronger medicine than medicine
Love is stronger than justice
Pizza with love is stronger than anger
From Russia with love
From Campania with love
When I said Pizza is stronger
I meant it
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There's something very powerful about giving someone else hot food - it's pre-linguistic. When you are delirious, psychotic, desolate, how do you know what to trust, what to cling to? Hot food says 'comfort', says 'we have time', says 'we are no longer in the cave', says 'you are alive, you are worth something'. You may not trust a word I say - I have been there, to a place of zero trust. The action of bringing food - to feed the child within. We ate before we spoke. The primeval centres of the brain - I have cold, you have fire, you make alchemy - the stoneage stonebaked pizza. I know a song like this. She feeds him, that's why she'll be back again. To feed, to strip to essentials
these thoughts are great! especially our primeval connection deep with in, we forget about our basics.
"she feeds him, that's why she'll be back again"
giving is more fulfilling than getting always
the old tradition of breaking bread together...
My eldest sister who has passed, this was her way, baking, giving gifts of food, making people feel part of the family with a meal. It was the way she showed love. I miss her and the wise words I shrugged off too many times, but they are here with me now, so many times in any given day they come to me.
Thanks for your comments Pandora, and thanks for your comments on my poem about 'Passion & Rapture'. I think I made a mistake earlier looking up the forum on my mobile phone - you get a very different sense of conversations, and you can't see the full context. The pizza thing was a text. Anyway, back at the pc and you have the luxury of reading things more clearly. I hope Cate f is alright. Are you out there Cate?
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for some reason this brings something out of me,....
Me too, thank you
I look at that and see JB when I am gone.
It is not sad because we had so much,
nothing missed.
Not alone in thought, but full of thought.
A song plays with his beer. A song of us.
A memory plays along.
And he is waiting.
He is waiting as I am, to see, to hear, to feel again.
To hold love again in each other arms.
this also 1937 Visions of Eternity
perhaps it inspires you?
Is there no one else here?
It’s so quiet here
I cannot hear me
Is this the end?
Am I awake?
Was I asleep?
It’s too quiet here
I cannot feel me
Shh…
What’s that?
I hear it
It’s near me
I hear leaves falling
I see fallen
Parts of me
I do not hear me breathe
I can see through me
Where’s my heart
This place is too vast
Shh… quiet… I hear thoughts
Is there anyone here?
Can you see me?
I’m too high
Can you save me?
Where are you?
I have no voice
I cannot scream
Who are you?
What’s happening to me?
I have no face
I am not me
Look!
There I am
That is me
And you
You are the sky
You're above the earth
You are the earth
You're beneath the sky
I see peace
Where the sky meets the earth
I see me
I see no hurt
This is not the end
This is eternity
I have no fear
I am now at peace[/quote
You take the reader to the end and beyond don't you? "To conquer death all we must do is die" but for every one of us that is our greatest fear.
Well, you scared me! I felt the fear in your words, I felt the loss of myself as I knew me. And then I was there, apart of the universe apart of forever, filled with inner peace. A truly happy ending
The artist, Salvador Dali, would be touched by your words and how you captured the essence of his painting.
Bravo to you and thank you so much for writing! And turning me on to Salvador Dali I had no idea who did that painting and now I have many paintings to get lost in and find myself in
thank you Pandora so much for your hard core appreciation : ) I was hopin you'd dig... and thank you even more for puttin that pic up which I penetrated all evening... My sister's a painter and so she's partly the reason for my mild madness for intense art ... a while back a posted a lil bit which was written under the influence of one of her "sea" paintings which she did just for me... my poem's alright but the painting's something else... alas I have no clue how to put up these pics here... all this photoshop bucket business is beyond me..
There's something very powerful about giving someone else hot food - it's pre-linguistic. When you are delirious, psychotic, desolate, how do you know what to trust, what to cling to? Hot food says 'comfort', says 'we have time', says 'we are no longer in the cave', says 'you are alive, you are worth something'. You may not trust a word I say - I have been there, to a place of zero trust. The action of bringing food - to feed the child within. We ate before we spoke. The primeval centres of the brain - I have cold, you have fire, you make alchemy - the stoneage stonebaked pizza. I know a song like this. She feeds him, that's why she'll be back again. To feed, to strip to essentials
these thoughts are great! especially our primeval connection deep with in, we forget about our basics.
"she feeds him, that's why she'll be back again"
giving is more fulfilling than getting always
the old tradition of breaking bread together...
My eldest sister who has passed, this was her way, baking, giving gifts of food, making people feel part of the family with a meal. It was the way she showed love. I miss her and the wise words I shrugged off too many times, but they are here with me now, so many times in any given day they come to me.
Thanks for your comments Pandora, and thanks for your comments on my poem about 'Passion & Rapture'. I think I made a mistake earlier looking up the forum on my mobile phone - you get a very different sense of conversations, and you can't see the full context. The pizza thing was a text. Anyway, back at the pc and you have the luxury of reading things more clearly. I hope Cate f is alright. Are you out there Cate?
You are welcome and thanks again for sharing your thoughts. Kind of cool that you "travel" with PJ like that though, to be out and about with the forum along. I commend you for your tech savy ways.
this also 1937 Visions of Eternity
perhaps it inspires you?
Is there no one else here?
It’s so quiet here
I cannot hear me
Is this the end?
Am I awake?
Was I asleep?
It’s too quiet here
I cannot feel me
Shh…
What’s that?
I hear it
It’s near me
I hear leaves falling
I see fallen
Parts of me
I do not hear me breathe
I can see through me
Where’s my heart
This place is too vast
Shh… quiet… I hear thoughts
Is there anyone here?
Can you see me?
I’m too high
Can you save me?
Where are you?
I have no voice
I cannot scream
Who are you?
What’s happening to me?
I have no face
I am not me
Look!
There I am
That is me
And you
You are the sky
You're above the earth
You are the earth
You're beneath the sky
I see peace
Where the sky meets the earth
I see me
I see no hurt
This is not the end
This is eternity
I have no fear
I am now at peace[/quote
You take the reader to the end and beyond don't you? "To conquer death all we must do is die" but for every one of us that is our greatest fear.
Well, you scared me! I felt the fear in your words, I felt the loss of myself as I knew me. And then I was there, apart of the universe apart of forever, filled with inner peace. A truly happy ending
The artist, Salvador Dali, would be touched by your words and how you captured the essence of his painting.
Bravo to you and thank you so much for writing! And turning me on to Salvador Dali I had no idea who did that painting and now I have many paintings to get lost in and find myself in
thank you Pandora so much for your hard core appreciation : ) I was hopin you'd dig... and thank you even more for puttin that pic up which I penetrated all evening... My sister's a painter and so she's partly the reason for my mild madness for intense art ... a while back a posted a lil bit which was written under the influence of one of her "sea" paintings which she did just for me... my poem's alright but the painting's something else... alas I have no clue how to put up these pics here... all this photoshop bucket business is beyond me..
Well maybe it can be a deal then, I'll post the pics, you write the awesome words
Cool how creativity runs in families, I can see the two of you creating together, what a wonderful bond.
I think it's time I realised
That when I get the burning feeling
And think fuckit-this-will-do
It really won't do.
Until I'm spared
And all I hear is an echo
Of anger resounding out
Across the airwaves
All I see is reflections of the disquiet
In me
Until I'm rescued
By a poster
By a painting
By another
By sleep
Until I'm rescued
By you
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I think it's time I realised
That when I get the burning feeling
And think fuckit-this-will-do
It really won't do.
Until I'm spared
And all I hear is an echo
Of anger resounding out
Across the airwaves
All I see is reflections of the disquiet
In me
Until I'm rescued
By a poster
By a painting
By another
By sleep
Until I'm rescued
By you
I think it's time I realised
That when I get the burning feeling
And think fuckit-this-will-do
It really won't do.
Until I'm spared
And all I hear is an echo
Of anger resounding out
Across the airwaves
All I see is reflections of the disquiet
In me
Until I'm rescued
By a poster
By a painting
By another
By sleep
Until I'm rescued
By you
Impetuous vs Peace
I no longer know impetuous, I remember it but long in the past.
It is Time that has rescued me.
Turmoil, fury, impulsiveness, temper, unrest, disquiet,
they belong to the young.
My eyes now witness the Good and bring it to my heart.
Peace has smothered impetuous and let me be free.
Yes I remember peace, hearts, goodness
My eyes are the eyes of the old
Yet my spirit is frozen somewhere
In my youth
A juvenile
Delinquent
A puerile impetuous young man
I could tell you exactly where
Exactly where I left it
In a restaurant on valentines day 1996
The day a young man
Terrified
Ran from his own mother
Fleeing demons, real demons
To be trapped
Or rescued?
By a stranger
'Your mum is looking for you son'
She is pleading, weeping
At her wits end'
Please come back
To be rescued by an ambulance?
To be pinned down
And revived in a hazy corridor
Of fleeting shadows, of melted faces
Of friends faces merging into distant pasts and futures of unspeakable horror
Of a bunch of flowers on a waiting room table
Of a terrified mother and father
As I described the looping vision of cartoony exploding flowers, showers
As I shouted, shouted
'Please please don't do this to me, you are evil, pure evil'
As I was locked away.
And this is as far back as I can go in safety right now
Let's cut to later
And I'm exactly halfway through my years
If I'm lucky
And I'm bringing myself close to tears
And I'm eating poached eggs with ketchup
And they're going cold
And I wish I could be old
As my years
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oh boy I am addicted ! don't tell my family they already worry about me
'pizza heals' my 5000th post thats really ironic, how insightful and I love pizza!!
Yeah, I know the feeling.
It's a great 5000th post. You start off talking a lot and trying to prove yourself and analysing things to death, then you gain wisdom and insight and calm down, then if you are fortunate you may become a guru who can enlighten simply with the words 'pizza heals'
followed by a beautiful painting.
One day you too could be like this!
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oh boy I am addicted ! don't tell my family they already worry about me
'pizza heals' my 5000th post thats really ironic, how insightful and I love pizza!!
Yeah, I know the feeling.
It's a great 5000th post. You start off talking a lot and trying to prove yourself and analysing things to death, then you gain wisdom and insight and calm down, then if you are fortunate you may become a guru who can enlighten simply with the words 'pizza heals'
followed by a beautiful painting.
One day you too could be like this!
guru... I should find a pic of that... good idea!!! or maybe a quote by a guru. I love your mind and the others here. Entertaining, enlightening, generous, kind, it must be the PJ gene!!
It's a great 5000th post. You start off talking a lot and trying to prove yourself and analysing things to death, then you gain wisdom and insight and calm down, then if you are fortunate you may become a guru who can enlighten simply with the words 'pizza heals'
followed by a beautiful painting.
One day you too could be like this!
guru... I should find a pic of that... good idea!!! or maybe a quote by a guru. I love your mind and the others here. Entertaining, enlightening, generous, kind, it must be the PJ gene!!
the PJ gene - it's nurture over nature baby!
Here are a few sample 'guru' type avatars for your perusal Pandora
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I'm glad you explained....
You previously said "...'tis nothing stronger than hot pizza".
I would think instead that there is nothing more helpless.
Unless a critical and very sad error occurs, a hot pizza is looking at nothing less than eminent and brutal annihilation. Even more vicious than this, the annihilators throw parties to host such destruction of the said helpless pizza.
Tis, true,
Nobody is worthy
of hot pizza's trust.
Poor, poor little trustless, helpless hot pizza
I love you
and yet I know that in that love
you will be not
you will go forth
facing an ending of
vile digestion.
you are the pepperoni face of unconditional love
No expectancy
that your shredded melted cheese
should ever trust
Goodbye Helpless
Trustless
small hot pizza....
"she feeds him, that's why she'll be back again"
giving is more fulfilling than getting always
the old tradition of breaking bread together...
My eldest sister who has passed, this was her way, baking, giving gifts of food, making people feel part of the family with a meal. It was the way she showed love. I miss her and the wise words I shrugged off too many times, but they are here with me now, so many times in any given day they come to me.
God you creative women are an argumentative bunch!! I can do pedantic if you want. You wouldn't like me when I'm pedantic!!
(good poems tho)
Beer is strong
Prozac is strong
Pizza is stronger
Pizza is not helpless
Pizza is stronger
These are strong words
Your pizza is stronger
Pizza is helpful
You are helpless
Prozac makes you helpless
Pizza makes you stronger
Pizza is a metaphor
Pizza is a food
Food is good
Food is stronger medicine than medicine
Love is stronger than justice
Pizza with love is stronger than anger
From Russia with love
From Campania with love
When I said Pizza is stronger
I meant it
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Thanks for your comments Pandora, and thanks for your comments on my poem about 'Passion & Rapture'. I think I made a mistake earlier looking up the forum on my mobile phone - you get a very different sense of conversations, and you can't see the full context. The pizza thing was a text. Anyway, back at the pc and you have the luxury of reading things more clearly. I hope Cate f is alright. Are you out there Cate?
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Sometimes I wish the internet
Had a tone of voice
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for some reason this brings something out of me,....
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
I look at that and see JB when I am gone.
It is not sad because we had so much,
nothing missed.
Not alone in thought, but full of thought.
A song plays with his beer. A song of us.
A memory plays along.
And he is waiting.
He is waiting as I am, to see, to hear, to feel again.
To hold love again in each other arms.
thank you Pandora so much for your hard core appreciation : ) I was hopin you'd dig... and thank you even more for puttin that pic up which I penetrated all evening... My sister's a painter and so she's partly the reason for my mild madness for intense art ... a while back a posted a lil bit which was written under the influence of one of her "sea" paintings which she did just for me... my poem's alright but the painting's something else... alas I have no clue how to put up these pics here... all this photoshop bucket business is beyond me..
Mika, if I managed to fill up your senses, then I'm a happier man: )
A lonely man - thinking - going over his life, the good and bad. I'm sure wondering - just like me....
Where the HELL does time go !!!!!
Cool how creativity runs in families, I can see the two of you creating together, what a wonderful bond.
time does fly unbelievably so, thats why we must cherish the moments, like the last days of a summer full of fun memories made
He's waiting for his pizza, small and hot.
I think it's time I realised
That when I get the burning feeling
And think fuckit-this-will-do
It really won't do.
Until I'm spared
And all I hear is an echo
Of anger resounding out
Across the airwaves
All I see is reflections of the disquiet
In me
Until I'm rescued
By a poster
By a painting
By another
By sleep
Until I'm rescued
By you
Send my credentials to the house of detention
yeah man... this.. is something
Thanks
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Impetuous vs Peace
I no longer know impetuous, I remember it but long in the past.
It is Time that has rescued me.
Turmoil, fury, impulsiveness, temper, unrest, disquiet,
they belong to the young.
My eyes now witness the Good and bring it to my heart.
Peace has smothered impetuous and let me be free.
My eyes are the eyes of the old
Yet my spirit is frozen somewhere
In my youth
A juvenile
Delinquent
A puerile impetuous young man
I could tell you exactly where
Exactly where I left it
In a restaurant on valentines day 1996
The day a young man
Terrified
Ran from his own mother
Fleeing demons, real demons
To be trapped
Or rescued?
By a stranger
'Your mum is looking for you son'
She is pleading, weeping
At her wits end'
Please come back
To be rescued by an ambulance?
To be pinned down
And revived in a hazy corridor
Of fleeting shadows, of melted faces
Of friends faces merging into distant pasts and futures of unspeakable horror
Of a bunch of flowers on a waiting room table
Of a terrified mother and father
As I described the looping vision of cartoony exploding flowers, showers
As I shouted, shouted
'Please please don't do this to me, you are evil, pure evil'
As I was locked away.
And this is as far back as I can go in safety right now
Let's cut to later
And I'm exactly halfway through my years
If I'm lucky
And I'm bringing myself close to tears
And I'm eating poached eggs with ketchup
And they're going cold
And I wish I could be old
As my years
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Thank you!
Wow, absolutely amazing
And exactly what the doctor ordered.
This place is getting better for me, kinder to me.
Even had time to skip back to the 'song lyrics' thread!!
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I believe this was your 5000th post Pandora!!
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'pizza heals' my 5000th post thats really ironic, how insightful
Yeah, I know the feeling.
It's a great 5000th post. You start off talking a lot and trying to prove yourself and analysing things to death, then you gain wisdom and insight and calm down, then if you are fortunate you may become a guru who can enlighten simply with the words 'pizza heals'
followed by a beautiful painting.
One day you too could be like this!
Send my credentials to the house of detention
guru... I should find a pic of that... good idea!!! or maybe a quote by a guru. I love your mind and the others here. Entertaining, enlightening, generous, kind, it must be the PJ gene!!
the PJ gene - it's nurture over nature baby!
Here are a few sample 'guru' type avatars for your perusal Pandora
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