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RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 05-30-2013 the path of illumination that is my only fixation my focus for life's duration is simply self-exploration if i start to feel stagnation it's a sign for deep meditation watching the lungs respiration awed by the entire creation sami fills each inhalation hucha leaves each exhalation a disciple of divination wounds open for transmutation some times require concentration others best used for relaxation to be a master of manifestation one must relinquish all separation RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 05-31-2013 life is not as complicated as it's made out to be all problems are fabricated life's simple in reality it's only when one veers away from the timeless truth of now all confusion dissipates as you focus between the brow forget about the journey you've trekked forget about the final destination remember there is only this step forget about past grievances forget about making amends remember there is only this moment forget about your weight and age forget and the bodies looming death remember there is only this breath forget about the mistakes you've made forget about reaching enlightenment remember there is only this choice do you see how simple life can be? when you strip away the falsity consciousness undergirds all creation like a hologram we're all in relation when one part changes...the whole changes too holding it all together...love bonds like glue know who you are...that which is not fleeting if you need a reminder...your heart inside is beating RE: Poetry - alicewhite - 05-31-2013 (05-31-2013, 12:25 PM)alchemikey Wrote: oh my lions and tigers and bears here we go again, ive had a few bad dreams premonitions ive been murdered and i did see the killer, georgia williams no i said frantically everyatom vibrating electricity, tied up in a room but first in a park or car park strangled his face i knew, back in the room his phone for confirmation used, then left alone desperatley i tried the doors i heard a party a bar and drinks i was confused, then another dream he called be bones then he had me all alone but others came to my rescue you d[ont have to face this alone we will protect you, then in aninstant he was in a van and he did to himself what he intended for me a dagger he dug deep inside his stomache he screamed then he lay dying and hot he became , and the others told me his soul now burned in the flames, the next night i dreamt that i was someone else i was younger and beautiful long layered red hair, admiring new image in the mirror i stared, then the next day i saw this new face again when i stumbled upon the news headlines upon the front page. georgia williams missing since sunday a man is in custody where she is we can not say. RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 05-31-2013 you are the question and you are the answer you are the music and you are the dancer you are the dreamer of multi-faceted dreams this outer world of maya is more fluid than it seems your soul has journeyed far you are many layers deep hence all the confusion the truth can barely seep this illusion is quite thick the logos has done well with faith choices are made to break free from the spell and once you pierce the veil there is no going back awakened from your slumber responsibility replaces slack your life becomes one of virtue full of intention and a moral code an awareness of what is immediate helps to lighten the daily load no longer do you worry no obstacle makes you fret in the here and now you remain you don't look back in regret there is a freshness in your eyes others feel safe in your presence all the gifts you came to share flow effortlessly from your essence RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 06-06-2013 not a morsel of misery gets rejected a mirror doesn't pick and choose what's reflected in the heart of great spirit all is accepted each of us is loved, cherished and respected for our explorations through time and space what is invisible we have given a face from cold dark nights we've learned to embrace hiding and seeking in a circular race RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 06-08-2013 the rings of being widen unto forever the infinite creator is so very clever such glorious patterns...such intelligent designs plotting the points of symmetry and connecting the lines geometry is sacred...a language far deeper than words nests built in circles...no doubt it's known by the birds the flowers are pure expressions...on display when its sunny let's not forget the bees with their hexagonal combs of honey drops of water freeze into intricate flakes of snow to the fibonacci sequence all of nature does grow the golden angle divides the spacing of the leaves man is made of this proportion no matter what he believes pinecones spiral forth as do the shells of the sea mimicing biology is the next step for humanity the structure of sound through cymatics revealed implosion is how the one truth stays concealed RE: Poetry - Plenum - 06-08-2013 The Beep Song, by hombre plenum beep goes the chat, beep beep beep I look inside my head, and beep beep beep sometimes I think, and sometimes I don't but I can always beep beep beep sing along! beep beep beep plenum goes beep beep beep beep oh why why why! this morning seems great, I go beep I go to the toilet, and beep beep beep why am I singing, I don't know but beep beep beep, always goes sing along! plenum goes beep; beep, beep, beep ra goes beep; beep beep beep purple monkey goes beep; beep beep beep everyone goes beep; beep, beep, beep. reset this is the song where we all go beep BEEP BEEP BEEP; sing with me we dance, we sing, and the hammer drops you can't touch this - beep beep BEEP! and such is one application of intelligent infinity; the Creator made it so lol RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 06-10-2013 dive head first don't just dip your feet the truth for which you thirst in the depths you finally meet the surface creates much froth which is quite enjoyable for awhile but to transform a caterpillar into a moth one must go below like a crocodile to silence the ego succumbs to a will that that is much greater relax those opposable thumbs there will be time for doing later now you refuel with life's invigoration enter the portal to the treasure inside nature invokes the use of imagination remember where you always reside RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 06-11-2013 these rhymes that get written are really seeds feel free to plant them nourish them into deeds i hope they take root i hope to see them bloom the motive is to elevate the help rise above all gloom i want you to feel empowered to be showered in love's glory i want you to dream big to script and act out a magical story i want you to take the hero's journey to be at peace when it gets rough i want you to live in your element to know yourself as whole and enough RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 06-11-2013 every situation is an invitation to open up wider your heart increasing the love that you feel that my friend is life's best part will you rise to the occasion? empathy growing towards each other can you see opposites as complements? can you embrace fully but not smother RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 06-12-2013 thoughts are universal not individually rooted from silence they all come into silence they get transmuted the quiescent source we share it is the link that forms the chain the connection of the heart is much stronger than the brain always begin and always end in the mystery of what creates technique and service is helpful but devotion opens the gates love, light, unity and joy the overarching lessons for all realms the reason for materialization is to release and heal all qualms RE: Poetry - Hototo - 06-12-2013 May my open heart Shine through all the Lies I hold of you My Logoi. RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 06-13-2013 to be one is to be all and with that great knowledge come greater responsibility everyone then becomes your child each so worthy to receive affection every choice has repercussions building upon itself just like harmonic waves love multiplies exponentially magicians molding reality pure perception is the golden key the seductively solid sense of touch RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 06-13-2013 heavenly father divine mother help us to see all as a sister or brother friend, beloved god saints and sages masters and messiahs of all the ages we bow down to you in humbleness and respect the love you have lived we hope in our lives to reflect be with us today upwards our thoughts please guide may we stay in our hearts where the creator does abide RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 06-13-2013 meditation is not something one does just like a bee doesn't try to cause a buzz meditation is the natural state of being when the mind is blank and there is pure seeing without labels to judge and to compare when nothing is held there is nothing to snare be careful what you set into motion every choice is a magical potion be deliberate about the thoughts you think all of creation awaits on the brink the spiritual path is always under construction the future moves closer by your instruction no saint ever said, "it wasn't worth it" plunging into the shadows...falling into a pit indulge fully, battle with or rise above always seek purer ways you can love RE: Poetry skelli and me and eye - alicewhite - 06-14-2013 august tenth 1974 i was born magnets and mirrors upside down id upside down reflected walk, upon the ceiling an electric feeling alternate reality my feet stepped head spinning mind reeling 2 0r 3 id cry at the bottom of our row a few doors down id sit in the rain and swallow down my pain, a snake like voice would say to me your highness dont cry confide in me skelli i called him bones top hat and cloak i miss my daughter cameilia ameilia and my throne i hate it here im so young and alone, i cant quite remember but i know your voice and i know tomorrows and i have no choice, skelli you are my only friend in this place im falling longitute and latitude no end a crocodile dream dna compared and who was that stranger at the end of my bed bare footed straw hair weaved skirt bone necklass bare chest and a skull on a stick up and down on the ground i tried convince myself that he wasnt there i counted to ten should i open my eyes do i dare i lifted the blanket a bit and i stared as my eyes adjusted back at me he glared he was really there, do you remember how loud i screamed my mother came in and rescued me and when i relayed what i had seen she said that i was special an indian spirit guide was what id seen, row row row my boat gently down the stream merrily merrily merrily merrily my life is but a dream straw hair, dark skin stomping fee small skull atop RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 06-15-2013 subtract what can be subtracted awareness is what will be remaining inseparable from this moment i am always full with no waxing nor waning there is an ever new freshness to life that is what keeps it so exciting eternally fascinated by what will come next just like these words i am now writing i have no idea where this poem is headed it is steered by the whims of wonder towards now is the general direction beneath the naming i want to pull you under presence is a constant that never falls away our true identities are identical every thought one has is an afterthought can you see how your life is theatrical? healing is built into everything we are trying to escape stop hiding...nor more running away open the window...all curtains undrape people will always confront you with your own rejected waves freedom comes with acceptance where denial only enslaves be on the lookout for your shadow through projection it's most easily seen the process of daily forgiveness keeps the underlying screen clean nobody can live up to an image keep your expectations at bay when temptation comes to greet you bless and wish it well on its way who you are cannot be practiced it's more automatic than this breath what has no beginning can have no end transcending the cycles of birth and death consciousness is the ultimate mystery who can fathom how it all came to be? all we ever know is this precious presence the clear light of now is forever free RE: Poetry - haqiqu - 06-15-2013 Perhaps the World Ends Here The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live. The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table so it has been since creation, and it will go on. We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the corners. They scrape their knees under it. It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to be human. We make men at it, we make women. At this table we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts of lovers. Our dreams drink coffee with us as they put their arms around our children. They laugh with us at our poor falling-down selves and as we put ourselves back together once again at the table. This table has been a house in the rain, an umbrella in the sun. Wars have begun and ended at this table. It is a place to hide in the shadow of terror. A place to celebrate the terrible victory. We have given birth on this table, and have prepared our parents for burial here. At this table we sing with joy, with sorrow. We pray of suffering and remorse. We give thanks. Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite. ~ Joy Harjo ~ (Reinventing the Enemy's Language) RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 06-16-2013 whatever life delivers it's already been allowed in there is a deeper acceptance that gives one a permanent grin when you know your very essence you know you can't be touched or harmed from this sure feeling of safety you realize there is nothing to be alarmed and so you relax into the flow every knot becomes untied rarely getting knocked off balance when in the center you reside as if there were an easy button you've found the path to lasting joy the only change was an undoing the mind's need to accept was a ploy RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 06-16-2013 who we really are
is an opening that welcomes all nothings excluded from this invitation it's okay to even miss the call where you put your identification determines what it is you will perceive if you believe that you are this body there will be much sorrow for you to grieve if you believe you are this mind then from the core of creativity conceive if you believe you are this spirit then keep giving as you receive here...time and space have no influence it is the ever-elusive encompassing ocean when all has been said and done the stillness loves dearly the play of motion thinking is actually guessing when one thinks one does not know share the subtle vibes of blessing the secret language of silence will show the sacredness of life in plain sight and all you had to do was stop acknowledging the source of all light from the head to the heart now drop RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 06-17-2013 every moment a spell is cast by the blinding light of the sun quit chewing over the past spit it all out and be done let go of the baggage you carry it is only weighing you down ask for help from the realm of the fairy they'll give you shivers from toe to crown call in your helper and guides they're waiting to pick up the phone when you're seeking to make great strides you don't have to do it alone yes, ring up your allies and friends turn each day into a celebration and just before the party ends express your thanks with joy and elation RE: Poetry - haqiqu - 06-18-2013 Cast All Your Votes For Dancing I know the voice of depression Still calls to you. I know those habits that can ruin your life Still send their invitations. But you are with the Friend now And look so much stronger. You can stay that way And even bloom! Keep squeezing drops of the Sun From your prayers and work and music And from your companions' beautiful laughter. Keep squeezing drops of the Sun From the sacred hands and glance of your Beloved And, my dear, From the most insignificant movements Of your own holy body. Learn to recognize the counterfeit coins That may buy you just a moment of pleasure, But then drag you for days Like a broken man Behind a farting camel. You are with the Friend now. Learn what actions of yours delight Him, What actions of yours bring freedom And Love. Whenever you say God's name, dear pilgrim, My ears wish my head was missing So they could finally kiss each other And applaud all your nourishing wisdom! O keep squeezing drops of the Sun From your prayers and work and music And from your companions' beautiful laughter And from the most insignificant movements Of your own holy body. Now, sweet one, Be wise. Cast all your votes for Dancing! ~ Hafiz ~ (I Heard God Laughing - Renderings of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky) RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 06-18-2013 when you look at the sun you are looking at a mirror it is showing you a reflection that is perfectly clear don't shy away you are that grand and this planet called earth is the promised land remember when you were a flower? your petals unfolded like dreams remember how you felt in the morning? as you welcomed the sun's first beams remember how slowly you opened? taking in more and more light remember how many beings you touched? just through your fragrance and sight remember the intimate connection? you had with the buzzing bees remember the joyful music? dancing to the birds melodies remember the day you were picked? as a gift for an unsuspecting girl remember how dearly she loved you? placing you between her ear and a curl RE: Poetry - Plenum - 06-19-2013 http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/master-of-the-universe-3/ Udiah (witness to Yah) (1959 / USA) Master of the Universe Who hath constructed the elements And their atoms' configuration? Who hath designed every molecule And shapes their chemical formation? Who hath conceived the laws of nature And completed their limitation? Who hath set galaxies in motion And did establish time's duration? Who hath created every life form And made conscious their domination? Who hath set parameters on flesh And gives spirit's continuation? Who hath numbered the celestial stars And sand of the sea computation? Who hath multiplied Abraham's kin And favored their many a nation? It hath been Yehovah's creation RE: Poetry - Jade - 06-19-2013 Percy Bysshe Shelley To a Skylark HAIL to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert— That from heaven or near it Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden light'ning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of heaven, In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight— Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflow'd. What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody:— Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not: Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aërial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view: Like a rose embower'd In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflower'd, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet those heavy-wingèd thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awaken'd flowers— All that ever was Joyous and clear and fresh—thy music doth surpass. Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chant, Match'd with thine would be all But an empty vaunt— A thin wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream? We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet, if we could scorn Hate and pride and fear, If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know; Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now. RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 06-19-2013 peace is like a weightless waterfall washing away each pebble of concern it is flowing...always in the background from the crashing waves one must discern what is permanent...what doesn't come and go that is where calmness is to be found it's not a secret...it's not even hidden just listen for the soundless sound below the stream of thoughts deeper than the heart's steady pulse beyond all depth and yet so near who distinguishes what's true and false? resonance is relative to each individual just like no two snowflakes are the same the absolute burns away the personal like a moth that flies into a flame learning to surf the rising and falling we're here to cultivate our soul's calling to be a leader requires power and strength we must be willing to go any length with the supreme virtues our characters get built like a grandmother who stitches a warming quilt sifting the righteous clay from the sand and silt innocence replacing any residue of guilt RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 06-20-2013 what if you left behind any idea of worse or better? a fish will never find any water that is wetter there is no final judge determining what's right or wrong if you feel a little budge then with that push go along release control for awhile relax into where life is flowing it is fine to be docile to have no clue where one is going the current knows the way trust in life's guidance when you see it turns out okay it helps boost your confidence RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 06-21-2013 when you feel super serene there is much that one can glean just by hearing the tone of your voice before any words are spoke how laughter ripples from a joke heart emanations reach us first the message is contained the silent one's entrained to the original thought of free choice there is nothing to battle all waves the ocean can straddle novelty creates an unquenchable thirst RE: Poetry - Plenum - 06-21-2013 Haki Madhubuti's POETRY: http://www.math.buffalo.edu/~sww/madhubuti-lee/madhubuti_lee2.html#IS TRUTH LIBERATING? IS TRUTH LIBERATING? if it is truth that binds why are there so many lies between lovers? if it is truth that is liberating why are people told: they look good when they don't they are loved when they aren't everything is fine when it ain't glad you're back when you're not. Black people in america may not be made for the truth we wrap our lives in disco and sunday sermons while selling false dreams to our children. lies are refundable, can be bought on our revolving charge cards as we all catch truth on the next go round if it doesn't hurt. RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 06-24-2013 my strategy towards life is to keep it super simple meeting all with open arms embracing both the beauty and the pimple we're not here to pick out flaws but to discover that we are whole what we deem as imperfections were chosen carefully by our soul that is the work we came for to transfigure and make ourselves anew when forgiveness is you staple then karma will not accrue the heart is our true home not the theater inside our head pay attention to the feelings not the clumsy words that get said |