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Here's to the crazy ones - haqiqu - 09-20-2012
Here's to the crazy ones
Here's to the crazy ones.
The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.
They're not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.
You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them,
disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can't do is ignore them.
Because they change things.
They invent. They imagine.
They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire.
They push the human race forward.
Maybe they have to be crazy.
How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
Or sit in silence and hear a song that's never been written?
Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?
While some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.
Because the people who are crazy enough
to think they can change the world,
are the ones who do.
Jack Kerouac
RE: Poetry - AnthroHeart - 09-20-2012
Again alchemikey, perfect timing perfect words. I don't come to this thread often, but when I do, I find words that resonate and help me.
(09-20-2012, 05:44 PM)alchemikey Wrote:
you were not abandoned for you chose to explore and you're welcome to return through your hearts open door
if you wonder why you're here just look for a theme for the patterns that repeat are your lessons to redeem
love's the only challenge, there is no other test and if you feel you can't handle it then take time out to rest
don't feel pressured and worry not for you can't fail...here's some hopeful wind to put back into your sail
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 09-23-2012
i am glad the poetry finds a place in your heart
the faithful one's a fool
who lives the golden rule
to move on from this school
just live the golden rule
2000 years have passed
yet the message is the same
love your neighbor as yourself
forgive instead of blame
do unto others as you want them to do to you
don't make it complicated...to your guiding heart stay true
what you seek you will find
knock and the door will open
ask and you will receive
choose and you'll be chosen
if you want to help the masses
it is you that must first change
starting from your perception
the universe will rearrange
do unto others as you want them to do to you
don't make it complicated...to your guiding heart stay true
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 09-25-2012
the light will soon intensify
whatever is in your core
the shadow is going to magnify
whenever you are feeling poor
each thought is being amplified
as the wave reaches the shore
the time is now to rectify
anything that you abhor
Because we spill not only milk - haqiqu - 09-25-2012
Because we spill not only milk
Because we spill not only milk
Knocking it over with an elbow
When we reach to wipe a small face
But also spill seed on soil we thought was fertile but isn't,
And also spill whole lives, and only later see in fading light
How much is gone and we hadn't intended it
Because we tear not only cloth
Thinking to find a true edge and instead making only a hole
But also tear friendships when we grow
And whole mountainsides because we are so many
And we want to live right where black oaks lived,
Once very quietly and still
Because we forget not only what we are doing in the kitchen
And have to go back to the room we were in before,
Remember why it was we left
But also forget entire lexicons of joy
And how we lost ourselves for hours
Yet all that time were clearly found and held
And also forget the hungry not at our table
Because we weep not only at jade plants caught in freeze
And precious papers left in rain
But also at legs that no longer walk
Or never did, although from the outside they look like most others
And also weep at words said once as though
They might be rearranged but which
Once loose, refuse to return and we are helpless
Because we are imperfect and love so
Deeply we will never have enough days,
We need the gift of starting over, beginning
Again: just this constant good, this
Saving hope.
~ Nancy Shaffer ~
(Instructions in Joy)
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 09-26-2012
we are all related
in love we're saturated
nothing is separated
both creator and created
2012's almost complete
our star friends we'll soon meet
it will be way beyond neat
when we greet the galactic fleet
we're citizens of eternity...the infinite is our home
exploring the whole universe...as wanderers we roam
until we feel a call
from a planet that's in pain
it is our honor to answer
our hearts cannot refrain
and so we reincarnate
into another earth
hoping to be of service
by spreading love and mirth
we're citizens of eternity...the infinite is our home
exploring the whole universe...as wanderers we roam
RE: Poetry - Cyan - 09-27-2012
If You Think
There Is Something
To Apologize For
Then
You Still Have
Not Got It
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 09-27-2012
(09-27-2012, 01:41 AM)Cyan Wrote: If You Think
There Is Something
To Apologize For
Then
You Still Have
Not Got It
ahh...that is deep my friend...the moment is forever fresh
RE: Poetry - Cyan - 09-27-2012
(09-27-2012, 05:47 PM)alchemikey Wrote:(09-27-2012, 01:41 AM)Cyan Wrote: If You Think
There Is Something
To Apologize For
Then
You Still Have
Not Got It
ahh...that is deep my friend...the moment is forever fresh
Thank you, when i first thought about writing it i thougth more about the following style:
"If you = think"
and
"If think = apology"
then
"You = In lack of getting it"
and
"It = Nothing to apologize for"
But it felt a bit too forced or convulated but it might still work for the nerdy amongst us.
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 09-28-2012
you are loveable beyond measure
in the eyes of God your a precious treasure
and there's nothing you can do to take that away
you are cherished for everything you think, feel and say
you can live in remorse but you can't go astray
for the source is within you all night and day
it doesn't matter if you serve in a small or great way
you are held dearly like the sun holds each ray
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 09-28-2012
tune yourself to love
each moment rise above
keep tuning all day long
by singing your heart song
or whatever makes you rise
and look out with new eyes
meditate or make some art
it's all about a fresh restart
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 09-30-2012
don't latch on to what just happened before
you must remain empty if you really want to soar
the past will not help you with what's occurring now
you must remain open to the presence of wow
nothing can be known...one can only respond
as the heart expands in the attempt to make a bond
that is the secret to becoming medicine
releasing what arises as soon as it comes in
what is asked of this moment is a timeless mystery
there's always a view larger than the view that we see
the truth can't be revealed by one piece of the puzzle
quiet your mind and let surrender be your muzzle
each thought that one thinks has tremendous power
when we all sing together love begins to flower
harmonic healing sounds can build up into light
honoring our power by reclaiming our might
Have You Ever Tried to Enter the Long Black Branches? - haqiqu - 10-01-2012
Have You Ever Tried to Enter the Long Black Branches?
Have you ever tried to enter the long black branches
of other lives --
tried to imagine what the crisp fringes, full of honey,
hanging
from the branches of the young locust trees, in early morning,
feel like?
Do you think this world was only an entertainment for you?
Never to enter the sea and notice how the water divides
with perfect courtesy, to let you in!
Never to lie down on the grass, as though you were the grass!
Never to leap to the air as you open your wings over
the dark acorn of your heart!
No wonder we hear, in your mournful voice, the complaint
that something is missing from your life!
Who can open the door who does not reach for the latch?
Who can travel the miles who does not put one foot
in front of the other, all attentive to what presents itself
continually?
Who will behold the inner chamber who has not observed
with admiration, even with rapture, the outer stone?
Well, there is time left --
fields everywhere invite you into them.
And who will care, who will chide you if you wander away
from wherever you are, to look for your soul?
Quickly, then, get up, put on your coat, leave your desk!
To put one's foot into the door of the grass, which is
the mystery, which is death as well as life, and
not be afraid!
To set one's foot in the door of death, and be overcome
with amazement!
To sit down in front of the weeds, and imagine
god the ten-fingered, sailing out of his house of straw,
nodding this way and that way, to the flowers of the
present hour,
to the song falling out of the mockingbird's pink mouth,
to the tippets of the honeysuckle, that have opened
in the night
To sit down, like a weed among weeds, and rustle in the wind!
Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?
While the soul, after all, is only a window,
and the opening of the window no more difficult
than the wakening from a little sleep.
Only last week I went out among the thorns and said
to the wild roses:
deny me not,
but suffer my devotion.
Then, all afternoon, I sat among them. Maybe
I even heard a curl or two of music, damp and rouge red,
hurrying from their stubby buds, from their delicate watery bodies.
For how long will you continue to listen to those dark shouters,
caution and prudence?
Fall in! Fall in!
A woman standing in the weeds.
A small boat flounders in the deep waves, and what's coming next
is coming with its own heave and grace.
Meanwhile, once in a while, I have chanced, among the quick things,
upon the immutable.
What more could one ask?
And I would touch the faces of the daises,
and I would bow down
to think about it.
That was then, which hasn't ended yet.
Now the sun begins to swing down. Under the peach-light,
I cross the fields and the dunes, I follow the ocean's edge.
I climb, I backtrack.
I float.
I ramble my way home.
~ Mary Oliver ~
(West Wind: Poems and Prose Poems)
Hope - haqiqu - 10-04-2012
Hope
It hovers in dark corners
before the lights are turned on,
it shakes sleep from its eyes
and drops from mushroom gills,
it explodes in the starry heads
of dandelions turned sages,
it sticks to the wings of green angels
that sail from the tops of maples.
It sprouts in each occluded eye
of the many-eyed potato,
it lives in each earthworm segment
surviving cruelty,
it is the motion that runs the tail of a dog,
it is the mouth that inflates the lungs
of the child that has just been born.
It is the singular gift
we cannot destroy in ourselves,
the argument that refutes death,
the genius that invents the future,
all we know of God.
It is the serum which makes us swear
not to betray one another;
it is in this poem, trying to speak.
~ Lisel Mueller ~
(Alive Together: New and Selected Poems)
RE: Poetry - norral - 10-05-2012
yeah
yeah so i was looking for justice and i didnt see none
oh thats right im sposed to look at these jerks and say how
beautiful they are, not really'
they be some evil mamma jammas ha ha
screw them and the horse they road in on
oh i got it god must be defective
because he sure aint interested in justice now is he
yeah
i dont like injustice
shoot me if thats a bad thing
and i got a mouth on me
passive i am not
norral
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 10-05-2012
a leaf puts forth no effort
when dropping from a tree
the letting go just happens
oh so naturally
the rain puts forth no effort
when dropping through the sky
the letting go just happens
without the question "why?"
can you be like a leaf?
can you be like the rain?
can you live without effort?
can you live without strain?
can you be so relaxed
that you exit your brain?
just an opening
like a funneling drain
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 10-05-2012
there is truly nothing to fear
your life is yours to steer
all you need is already here
stay focused on what is near
nearer than this breath
nearer than your skin
nearer than these thoughts
the ultimate within
RE: Poetry - Ankh - 10-06-2012
HUMAN LOVE
Beneath my suits
of wit, composure, charm…
All I truly am
is Human ~
Can you see me?
Behind pursuits
of recognition, dreams, success…
All I really want
is Love ~
Will you please accept me?
~Daniel Landström
10.6.2012
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RE: Poetry - Cyan - 10-07-2012
Fee Faa Fuu Fum.
Mister T tells you.
Polarization is not.
Of the 3rd density.
My dear dear Fool.
or
My Dear fool man. (because of its massive possibility of interpretation)
(3D harvestability requires to understand that you do not understand, how can you polarize towards anything if before you may proceed in the process you have to understand that you do not understand, therefore, to polarize at seemingly semi-random. So, mister T approach is, dont polarize, just do what you want and polarity will appear.)
RE: Poetry - Free Spirit - 10-07-2012
its old, but who cares. By the way, I have a blog where I post poems called poemsnshit.tumblr.com. Enjoy.
Alone
Looking at the phone expecting a call
I give up, then stare at the wall
My parents leave, my brothers asleep
I scratch the hair on the head which aches and beats
I had friends, one season ago
I didn’t get out much, but you know
I was there in spirit, through thick and thin
My friends held me down, my friends helped me swim
My friends kept me without a whim till the day grew old
Bold faced I was once, as the story is told
That time has ended, that door has shut closed
My woes increase, as do my foes
The ones I loved are like grudges I hold
Close to my heart, yet dirty and old
My connections have all soured and rolled
Down the drain, my soul grows old
I long and wish for something to happen
My eyes water like mist, waiting for a companion
Instead of to another, I pour out my feelings to a page
Or pad or instrument or within till the grave
I drown headfirst in the nothing which I've made
The sunlight’s beams have begun to fade
I give up, then stare at the wall
My parents leave, my brothers asleep
I scratch the hair on the head which aches and beats
I had friends, one season ago
I didn’t get out much, but you know
I was there in spirit, through thick and thin
My friends held me down, my friends helped me swim
My friends kept me without a whim till the day grew old
Bold faced I was once, as the story is told
That time has ended, that door has shut closed
My woes increase, as do my foes
The ones I loved are like grudges I hold
Close to my heart, yet dirty and old
My connections have all soured and rolled
Down the drain, my soul grows old
I long and wish for something to happen
My eyes water like mist, waiting for a companion
Instead of to another, I pour out my feelings to a page
Or pad or instrument or within till the grave
I drown headfirst in the nothing which I've made
The sunlight’s beams have begun to fade
RE: Poetry - Meerie - 10-08-2012
Did you write that yourself, Free Spirit?
I love the melancholy in it, very nice
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 10-08-2012
spread that light...grow them wings
focus on essence...not on things
bless each sight...strum them strings
a loving presence...loves all things
i don't mean romance although i like to cuddle
this love i speak of is meant to befuddle
the logical brain becomes a servant to the heart
you can only have one master...disciplines an art
i am a little church - haqiqu - 10-08-2012
i am a little church
i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april
my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness
around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains
i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing
winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)
~ e.e.cummings ~
(Complete Poems 1904-1962)
i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april
my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness
around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains
i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing
winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)
~ e.e.cummings ~
(Complete Poems 1904-1962)
RE: Poetry - Conifer16 - 10-08-2012
I feel out of reality, floating without an anchor. my head is in the clouds and my feet dont quite touch the ground. how can i know what is real, how can i know what is not? my vision is clouded and my hearing veiled. the messages from my self have been lost in transit and the letters from selves loved have fallen short. help seems not fast in coming, nor even sent... like a music box in a house abandoned...i am forgotten.
.......................
dazzling waterfalls, droplets of pure joy. a rainbow of sound cascades down. the air, crisp as crystal. abounds with joyous scent and chill. the earth, her body warm. life giving. she slumbers yet watches, awaiting the day her children raise their arms and shout out with love and laughter. dancing across her plains and running through her forests. i sit here, in the jungles of mind. i think,i ponder. this being i am, i am powerful, i am mighty. the inhabitants of the jungle tremble as i walk. yet i am also love. out of creation i am....
those two poems are just words put to parts of me in my inner lanscapes. 2 parts that seem to oppose each other with their outlook.
RE: Poetry - Free Spirit - 10-09-2012
(10-08-2012, 07:05 AM)Meerie Wrote: Did you write that yourself, Free Spirit?
I love the melancholy in it, very nice
Yeah Meerie, I wrote that one and all the other ones I've posted.
I'll have to google melancholy lol but thank you either way
RE: Poetry - Cyan - 10-09-2012
Try as I might
I never could
Be-come-so
Lost to be
Far from
What I
Think
My
<3
Feels
I cant
Be sure
But I try
This poem
Makes little
Sense to me
Refigenerator
I believe in all - haqiqu - 10-09-2012
I believe in all
I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.
I want to free what waits within me
so that what no one has dared to wish for
may for once spring clear
without my contriving.
If this is arrogant, God, forgive me,
but this is what I need to say.
May what I do flow from me like a river,
no forcing and no holding back,
the way it is with children.
Then in these swelling and ebbing currents,
these deepening tides moving out, returning,
I will sing to you as no one ever has,
streaming through widening channels
into the open sea.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~
(Rilke's Book of Hours:Love Poems to God, translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)
I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.
I want to free what waits within me
so that what no one has dared to wish for
may for once spring clear
without my contriving.
If this is arrogant, God, forgive me,
but this is what I need to say.
May what I do flow from me like a river,
no forcing and no holding back,
the way it is with children.
Then in these swelling and ebbing currents,
these deepening tides moving out, returning,
I will sing to you as no one ever has,
streaming through widening channels
into the open sea.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~
(Rilke's Book of Hours:Love Poems to God, translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 10-10-2012
authenticity is the only way to be
spontaneously i keep choosing to be free
no more barriers do i have in my way
i just carry love around and let my child play
i don't care what you think cause i know each thought is mine
i have faith all is well even if things don't look so fine
crafting poignant poetry is how i spend my time
the music keeps on coming and these words just seek to rhymespontaneously i keep choosing to be free
no more barriers do i have in my way
i just carry love around and let my child play
i don't care what you think cause i know each thought is mine
i have faith all is well even if things don't look so fine
crafting poignant poetry is how i spend my time
RE: Poetry - Cyan - 10-10-2012
I didnt know
Had I known
I'd be dough'n for it ya'll
RE: Poetry - Conifer16 - 10-10-2012
The path beyond, step forth. Your journey begins. A dirt road,bathed in fog,do not fear. You are loved here. Along the path you will meet your self. In the many guises you have worn. You will remember and you will grow. When you emerge on the other side, you will be the full you. What will you see? A valley, it is a shade of green more vibrant than any leaf in spring. More vivid that the feel of snow on a crisp winter morning. The trees will dwarf the buildings you are used to and will have homes in their branches. The great river splashes and plays. Laughing and rushing along. Great boats of the purest white move slowly across its surface. The clouds are more fluffy than a bunnies fur and you will see so many shape as stories are played out in the sky. The sun will glow with a warmth that penetrates you deeply. The people here will welcome you. Do not be afraid. I will be waiting for you. This is a journey all must make. Sincerely,
Grandpa.
....................
The great fire that burns in your heart, truth will prevail!
The brilliant light that shines through your mind,like ribbons dancing. It will illuminate! No hall shall be dark and no moment dull. Colour washing over all. What was grey is now in motion, Ostendo sum verum!
...................
Oh how the grass sings,and the air whistles. The leaves rustle and the water trickles! A wonderful day this is dear friend. Can't you feel it? Today is the day of purest majesty. Today we celebrate creations birth. What makes today the birth of creation you ask? Good question. I may just answer,with a twinkle in his eye the elf lord danced forth crying out... All days and all times are of creations birth. When a robin sings, and a frog croaks. When a leaf falls and a fire smokes. When the clouds race each other and the moon chases the sun. This is all a moment of creations birth. A beautiful bountiful moment. Oh yes my dear friend! What I say is true, have you not admired when a dew drop rolls off the leaf? How it majestically tumbles through the air. Hitting the ground and rippling out. Do you not hear the tinkle of pure crystal and feel the playful splash of joy? In your heart you feel it. A warmth spreading outward. That warmth my friend is the warmth of creations birth. That is the warmth of love. Embrace it! For when doing so all things become as the moment,a celebration.
.....................
Ever moving, always singing.
Never slowing always going.
Around and around,like a child spinning.
Through the woods and tall grasses.
The trees and rocky masses.
Along it goes never resting.
Helping all those that exist find meaning.
Helping us all evolve. Time,time,time. Swirling like a dancing leaf in the wind. Beautiful time. Wonderful time. Selfless time. I love you...
......................
dazzling waterfalls, droplets of pure joy. a rainbow of sound cascades down. the air, crisp as crystal. abounds with joyous scent and chill. the earth, her body warm. life giving. she slumbers yet watches, awaiting the day her children raise their arms and shout out with love and laughter. dancing across her plains and running through her forests. i sit here, in the jungles of mind. i think,i ponder. this being i am, i am powerful, i am mighty. the inhabitants of the jungle tremble as i walk. yet i am also love. out of creation i am....
......................
I feel out of reality, floating without an anchor. my head is in the clouds and my feet dont quite touch the ground. how can i know what is real, how can i know what is not? my vision is clouded and my hearing veiled. the messages from my self have been lost in transit and the letters from selves loved have fallen short. help seems not fast in coming, nor even sent... like a music box in a house abandoned...i am forgotten.
.....................
A droplet of water falls, through darkness it drops. Not seeing. Not feeling. Around it fairies dance. The dance is one of warmth and love. But the droplet is unaware of this. It reaches the bottom of the well and ripples outward expanding. As it went it came to realize something. Expansion, it was expanding! suddenly it could see! It could feel! Oh the joy it felt! Now it could see the fairies, now it could feel their warmth and their love. Never before had something so wondrous happened to the droplet. As it came back in on itself it realized something else. It could see that same love and warmth the fairies danced with radiating from its own center. Suddenly it understood. Suddenly it knew. All droplets have a spark of love and warmth inside, if we love it and feed it, then it will grow and envelope our being. And suddenly we will be fairies dancing for someone else. Beings of pure joy and light. It swept into its center and knew love.
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this is not posted in the order i wrote them. i was just suddenly inspired to write poems one night and wrote all these at once with no effort. i like to think that they represent messages and symbols from my higher self. :-) and maybe they will mean something to some of you? :-)