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the wolf wrote:Truth
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.
Godfather.0 -
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.
Tom Robbins0 -
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I couldn't be creative right now if my life depended on it.
to the bar.
Peace, Love.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel0 -
You breathe creatively..... Enjoy!!0
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DangDang wrote:the wolf wrote:I couldn't be creative right now if my life depended on it.
to the bar.
come back...creative!
creative went to lunch, and has yet to return.Peace, Love.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel0 -
creativity is a fickle bitch.Peace, Love.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel0 -
Write some poems with me!
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 cat0 -
A backward poet writes inverse.
Godfather.0 -
pandora wrote:Write some poems with me!
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.0 -
Godfather. wrote:pandora wrote:Write some poems with me!
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)0 -
Godfather. wrote:pandora wrote:Write some poems with me!
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.
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&&&&&&&&&&&&&&0 -
justam wrote:Godfather. wrote:pandora wrote:Write some poems with me!
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.
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&&&&&&&&&&&&&&0 -
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
as she walks into the house
she drops her coat and long day on the floor
then throws her keys on the counter.0 -
Godfather. wrote: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
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 face0 -
acrossOceans wrote:Godfather. wrote: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
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.0 -
Godfather. wrote:acrossOceans wrote:Godfather. wrote: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
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
) Post edited by Godfather. on0
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