Reverence

mysticweed

tremors wrote:

chickweed wrote:

Overdose
What, matter?
Choose what?
Does matter
Choose other matter
like unto itself?

I am rolling

now.

Give me a fucking light

The world of matter, so worshipped this century attracts matter like wet sand becomes solid, grain by grain coalescing and strangling the world of the spirt, filling in every gap with matter. Fall face down into the packed wet sand and see what I mean. It hurts, with a deadening thud. The mind, once free to fly astral planes, roam open space to giddy heights of revelation, while held in check by a firm cord, has been usurped by the Brain, measurable on a machine, the matter, the firm bits of brain conquer mind, conquer spirit - and the materialists cheer this on - until 21st Century man is reduced a chemistry textbook of approved personality, approved action, his spirit a test tube filled and filled with cold coagulating matter

Vengeance is MINE
Thus sayeth the matter

all humanity is
is matter
you know the rest

the oceans made me
AND
The oceans came
up
with love

tremors

chickweed wrote:

tremors wrote:

chickweed wrote:

Overdose
What, matter?
Choose what?
Does matter
Choose other matter
like unto itself?

I am rolling

now.

Give me a fucking light

The world of matter, so worshipped this century attracts matter like wet sand becomes solid, grain by grain coalescing and strangling the world of the spirt, filling in every gap with matter. Fall face down into the packed wet sand and see what I mean. It hurts, with a deadening thud. The mind, once free to fly astral planes, roam open space to giddy heights of revelation, while held in check by a firm cord, has been usurped by the Brain, measurable on a machine, the matter, the firm bits of brain conquer mind, conquer spirit - and the materialists cheer this on - until 21st Century man is reduced a chemistry textbook of approved personality, approved action, his spirit a test tube filled and filled with cold coagulating matter

Vengeance is MINE
Thus sayeth the matter

all humanity is
is matter
you know the rest

the oceans made me
AND
The oceans came
up
with love

Indeed! Don't take too much notice of my ramblings, I wrote that first thing in the morning in a particular frame of mind, but having spent some time outside in the sunshine today, the world looks a lot different!

mysticweed

i LOVE your fucking ramblings
thanks for letting me play along

tremors

Just give me a fucking light

pandora

if we smile is that light enough?

tremors

pandora wrote:

if we smile is that light enough?

You guys are great. You have each given me over the past 18 months, more than enough light to penetrate the darkness. I am so grateful. The last 'just give me a fucking light' was kind of like a message sent back in time to my former captors...... although I kinda think they heard me at the time! I wasn't too quiet whilst enjoying their hospitality.

Looking back from a distance, things always seem different. I do believe that you can send positive energy and understanding back in time, to the 'old you' that needs it. A lot of my poems I think are just me trying to work out my understanding, and dissolve a bit of the trauma, through touching it. I am really grateful to have the support of you, and the others in this part of the community whilst I am working through this.

tremors

May 20th

When you've got nothing
You've nothing at all
Nothing in my pockets
Nothing up my sleeve
Not enough freedom
To buy my mother a birthday present
She came to visit me
and I wrote her a card from my
tattered, grubby possessions
Wrote something desperate and confused
Confused and desperate love
I felt ashamed, all I had to offer
But she has the card still
today, sitting with care
on her mantelpiece

pandora

tremors wrote:

pandora wrote:

if we smile is that light enough?

You guys are great. You have each given me over the past 18 months, more than enough light to penetrate the darkness. I am so grateful. The last 'just give me a fucking light' was kind of like a message sent back in time to my former captors...... although I kinda think they heard me at the time! I wasn't too quiet whilst enjoying their hospitality.

Looking back from a distance, things always seem different. I do believe that you can send positive energy and understanding back in time, to the 'old you' that needs it. A lot of my poems I think are just me trying to work out my understanding, and dissolve a bit of the trauma, through touching it. I am really grateful to have the support of you, and the others in this part of the community whilst I am working through this.

I found the best way to understand myself is to understand others...
here I found my answers
and the forgiveness for others and myself that I needed to heal.

But with that said,
carry the burden I shall always, because it is me
because of them.

We make each other and so I will always listen.

supersonicyears

tremors wrote:

May 20th

When you've got nothing
You've nothing at all
Nothing in my pockets
Nothing up my sleeve
Not enough freedom
To buy my mother a birthday present
She came to visit me
and I wrote her a card from my
tattered, grubby possessions
Wrote something desperate and confused
Confused and desperate love
I felt ashamed, all I had to offer
But she has the card still
today, sitting with care
on her mantelpiece

Presents from the heart are the best presents.

tremors

Light flickering through the spray
Waterfall in this world
This time, not clinging to
The dark far part of my collapsing thought
The light, in the real world

Cling to something
Cling to the thought, the image of
A distant spray
Waterfall settling cooling my mind
Cling to something
Cling to something
The outdoors
Gonna have to see the outdoors

Ferns and bracken crackle underfoot
Long journey
An opening
The spray
Make it to here, stand still
and dare to look behind
Make it to here
Give thanks

And not to turn around

mysticweed

tremors wrote:

May 20th

When you've got nothing
You've nothing at all
Nothing in my pockets
Nothing up my sleeve
Not enough freedom
To buy my mother a birthday present
She came to visit me
and I wrote her a card from my
tattered, grubby possessions
Wrote something desperate and confused
Confused and desperate love
I felt ashamed, all I had to offer
But she has the card still
today, sitting with care
on her mantelpiece

"make me cry . . ."

tremors

chickweed wrote:

tremors wrote:

May 20th

When you've got nothing
You've nothing at all
Nothing in my pockets
Nothing up my sleeve
Not enough freedom
To buy my mother a birthday present
She came to visit me
and I wrote her a card from my
tattered, grubby possessions
Wrote something desperate and confused
Confused and desperate love
I felt ashamed, all I had to offer
But she has the card still
today, sitting with care
on her mantelpiece

"make me cry . . ."

aw.....


There'll be icicles and birthday clothes

And sometimes there'll be sorrow





you've got me started now

mysticweed

as i stood at the shore
i heard your voice
barely a whisper over the crash of the waves

take me with you i cried
please just take me with you

but in that instant
your ashes were out to sea

and you were
long
long
gone

tremors

chickweed wrote:

as i stood at the shore
i heard your voice
barely a whisper over the crash of the waves

take me with you i cried
please just take me with you

but in that instant
your ashes were out to sea

and you were
long
long
gone

Wow

So moving

beautiful, haunting, peaceful and so sad.

Thanks so much for writing that, and writing that here. I feel humbled.

tremors

Fascination, La Roux

It's been 7 hours long
And your shadow still hangs on
You've been 2 weeks gone
And so tonight I followed you home

There are so many different ways of collecting all the strays
The ones that get away

Old fascinations
We crave new sensations
Old fascination is feeding my frustration
It's feeding my frustrations
And I haven't got the patience

These sheets are still warm
This bed is our only home
We make arrangements over the phone
Where has all the conversation gone?

There are so many different ways of collecting all the strays
The ones that get away

Old fascinations
We crave new sensations
Old fascination is feeding my frustration
It's feeding my frustrations
And I haven't got the patience

Frustrations
Sensations
And fascinations
And fascinations
Frustrations
Sensations
And fascinations
And fascinations

tremors

Damaged goods
Fractured and fractious
Dont' get too close
Sometimes I don't like myself either
Not everyone is born to ride the wave
Not everybody copes

Leaves you wishing the jagged edges
would fall away
Stop ripping you
Stop ripping them

But they don't
They stay

And all you can hope for is
All you can believe in is
The trust
The trust that you will be forgiven

mysticweed

tremors wrote:

Damaged goods
Fractured and fractious
Dont' get too close
Sometimes I don't like myself either
Not everyone is born to ride the wave
Not everybody copes
/quote]

fucking fractured and fractious
man
damn

mysticweed

tremors wrote:

chickweed wrote:

as i stood at the shore
i heard your voice
barely a whisper over the crash of the waves

take me with you i cried
please just take me with you

but in that instant
your ashes were out to sea

and you were
long
long
gone

Wow

So moving

beautiful, haunting, peaceful and so sad.

Thanks so much for writing that, and writing that here. I feel humbled.

from the corner of my eye
i caught you grinning in the sky

i lunged toward your light
but you were already in flight

and
long
long
gone


and, no, sweet brother
it is i who am humbled

tremors

Thankyou chickweed, for what you write

tremors

defective, defective, defective
you sir, are defective
Get out, try and live your life
Try and unremember
But we sir, will never let you forget
You are now defective