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RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 09-21-2013
fill yourself with golden light
see each atom shining bright
imagine blockages clearing away
just like the night turns to day
leave behind the word 'should'
drop the labels of 'bad' and 'good'
there is only perfection unfolding
pain stems from the love your withholding
RE: Poetry - Diana - 09-21-2013
(09-20-2013, 10:51 AM)plenum Wrote: there was once a man from Sydney
who had a very big kidney
to his utter and total surprise
his kidney was wearing a disguise
and from that day on it was goodbyes!
There once was a traveling ET,
Who landed on Earth for a look-see.
Though it gave her no pleasure,
She came away with a treasure:
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 09-21-2013
from expansive love to constrictive fears
every emotion can bring one to tears
and that's what i feel life is all about
to stay rooted in silence yet able to shout
we're all explorers...there is no correct way
so release all judgment and enjoy this day
blessed is the one whose dreams they follow
creation is effortless when one becomes hollow
RE: Poetry - Hototo - 09-22-2013
Scarily good poem the last one. Creation is effortless when one becomes hollow.
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RE: Poetry - isis - 09-25-2013
i went to heaven, at eleven eleven
on december twenty-first, two-thousand and twelve,
i ascended into another dimension.
my physical body is no where to be found.
i fall asleep, to levitate above the ground.
there are all the movies there could possibly be;
life... is to experience what you want to see.
RE: Poetry - Aloysius - 09-25-2013
Lol I wrote this ages ago and just found it
Amber eyes traced the motion
Soft and swift across the ocean
Her focus upon a citizen of the sea
The fish weaved and swam with vigorous glee
Master of the noble craft
Smiling at the thought of appearing daft
He arose from his liquid dwelling, a sight somewhat compelling
12 feet tall
And off to a ball
Was the fabled Dr Seetor
Delighted, baffled and noticeably amazed
Her disbelief denied her constant gaze
She extended her hand to her new-found friend
For she was in need of favour she knew he could lend
“Why yes of course you may have my umbrella”
Remarked the grinning, amphibious professor
“I have no need for it, see for where I reside
What surrounds us is no cause for one to hide
Now I must leave for land has forgotten the greatest form of transformation
The primal form of information”
And with that he left and the universe chuckled
RE: Poetry - isis - 09-26-2013
for liberty, & justice, for all.
for just a fraction of a second,
we fathom the unfathomable
because anything is possible,
in a place where Nothing can be real.
if there is a God, NOW is ideal.
every moment is God...how surreal...
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 09-30-2013
bridging the future with the past
bridging the first with the last
bridging the lost with the found
bridging the silent with the sound
bridging the part with the whole
bridging the human with the soul
bridging the darkness with the light
bridging confusion with insight
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 09-30-2013
set your intention anew each blessed day
it will build up strength as you ceaselessly pray
seek to be of service in all you say and do
how your gift gets received is not up to you
your task is to offer it with a joyful and humble heart
if you've managed that then you have done your part
release any attachment to how it will play out
neither pat yourself on the back nor drop into doubt
RE: Poetry - isis - 10-01-2013
WE ARE ONE
When things seem bad recall they could be worse.
All the things are a blessing not a curse.
NOW is not for being spoiled rotten.
Deep down, we sense all we have forgotten.
Everything is one, computer-like, mind.
Rejoice because "we" are one of a kind!
Eternally, "we" will find things to do...
Remember, there can be no one but you.
RE: Poetry - alicewhite - 10-03-2013
(08-08-2013, 10:38 PM)alchemikey Wrote:
there's no one but the one
who's living out these lives
there's no one but the one
who through all change survives
there's no one but the one
who's staring out these eyes
there's no one but the one
who's everywhere in disguise
there's no one but the one
speaking some form of lies
there's no one but the one
as silence the truth replies
there's no one but the one
exploring it's potential
there's no one but the one
knowing this is essential
there's no one but the one
from the grass up to the trees
there's no one but the one
from the rain drops to the seas
there's no one but the one
who's dreaming all creation
there's no one but the one
we're all but an emanation
there's no one but the one
whose heart goes on beating
there's no one but the one
strangers aren't really meeting
there's no one but the one
experiencing all desires
there's no one but the one
who do you think inquires?[/align]
your words are profound, and combining them as you do pure magic,, they become more than words , they vibrate and resonate deep coundful meaning into the readers subconsciousness, which then wells up and floods the conscious mind with intelligent spiritual truth,,, as if a higher power is calling all to hear,,, mindblowing thats what your poems are!!! I LOVE THEMxxx.
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 10-03-2013
thank you for such beautiful feedback...i am in the works of putting another book together and recording them all as spoken word/songs so it will be a book/cd combo...excited about being able to share that soon
i want nothing but kindness
to leave from these lips
to be a voice of encouragement
to help any come to grips
with the humbling realization
that god's in everyone
not just the saints and sages
but in each daughter and son
may these words cleanse your mirror
so that you can see more clearly
may you put aside all fear
so you can love more dearly
may service top your priorities
as you lose yourself through giving
may you face your insecurities
and feel at home with all living
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 10-05-2013
imagine that you have
just breathed your last breath
you've walked into the light
through the tunnel of death
the healing process begins
you're reviewing your incarnation
which moments stand out?
when were you at one with creation?
viewing from the "other's" point of view
the theme of your life's made clear
love was never to be found out there
but experienced as the nearest of the near
the broader perspective of the soul
leaves the veil of separation no more
you remember your eternal nature
the truth radiates from your core
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 10-05-2013
the silence within
will always be there
the silence within
you can call home
the silence within
will take you in
no matter how far
your thoughts do roam
the silence within
will always love you
the silence within
knows forgiveness well
the silence within
will keep you centered
it's gentle nature
can calm the loudest yell
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 10-08-2013
give thanks for no reason
other than you can
share your love of life
with each woman and man
don't decide who's worthy
for we're all equals here
jump into the unknown
and face that silly fear
what you'll find is this
that you are not alone
the longing to connect
runs deeper than bone
inside every heart
awaits the innocent child
when all slates are wiped clean
we're free to run wild
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 10-08-2013
nothing can be known
let go of all facts
in love one expands
in fear one contracts
will you remain open?
or will you close?
each moment asks this question
to keep us on our toes
constantly refining
asked from every angle
right before our eyes
the truth does now dangle
our perception must be clear
in order to receive it
like putting together a puzzle
each piece has a perfect fit
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 10-09-2013
here is a lofty assignment
to stay in balance and alignment
with our highest ideals and goals
with the intention of our souls
releasing our dreams from confinement
the heart holds all in enshrinement
moving towards what we desire most
stepping into the flow from which we coast
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 10-09-2013
love's eternal message is simply this:
i am here for you
i will be there equally in both suffering and bliss
i am here for you
in times of forgetfulness i will help to remind
i am here for you
when you're feeling alone with no friend to find
i am here for you
as your heart breaks open and tears are falling
i am here for you
while you send out your prayers i hear you calling
i am here for you
there is nothing that could ever keep us apart
i am here for you
i will be there at the end as i was at the start
i am here for you
RE: Poetry - Melissa - 10-09-2013
I always love reading your poetry, alchemickey. Thanks for sharing.
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 10-09-2013
it is my pleasure to share
whatever you are hiding
whatever you don't want others to see
that is what holds you back
from experiencing unity
whatever it is
for which you feel shame
bring it out in the open
welcome it to the game
nothing is to be rejected
darkness can compliment the light
like the great expanse of stars
which are seen only at night
let your embrace be total
don't leave one iota out
whatever you are running from
stop...breathe and turnabout
RE: Poetry - Dekalb_Blues - 10-10-2013
(08-26-2013, 04:40 PM)Not Sure Wrote: I wish I could write profound poetry.
But all my profound went to my life.
Cheers, Not Sure! Viva Life!
De Semi-Profundis
Thank God! in these days
of poor burdened Poet's
Muse-veiling o'erload
at mere and sheer level
of Being-Here-Now
in brave Despite of triste
World's harrowing Catalyst:
Joy!-- there be spry-wit Machine
to free one job, it seems,
from the ink-stainéd hands
of the struggling, scrabbling,
scribbling Seeker!
Voilà:
http://www.languageisavirus.com/automatic_poetry_generator.php
------------------------------------------------------------
So numb below the bullshit
Dark and evil near the earth
We condone grotesque bugs below the vapors
Awaken! The King will come again
Totally blue beneath the land
We sense numb balls in the vapors
Zounds! The sin is gone
So numb below the bullshit
You poke tiny delusions beneath the bullshit
We Reach! The life was hard
wary grieving
trying to recall
a ticking clock
On what journey
the sailor
forget to go home
while the world changed
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This artificial-intelligence-generated poem is rather a good thing, I think; it seems to say something and say it well, if one is generously forgiving and resilient in seeing allegory. Though numb under the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune--still, We reach! Our King returns! O Sailors, do not forget to go Home howsoever the world may... change. Zounds!
May I take this opportunity to symbolize my gratitude to Life Itself, without the gracious offices of which I should not be here at all-- and there would go my day all shot to hell. Perhaps some of us here transiently haunting this virtual Ukiyo-e ("Floating World") like ghostly avatars of our natural selves, would with me feel gratitude in this regard. Even if one is not currently incarnating Shakespeare (or is it de Vere, 17th Earl of Oxford?), Rumi, Sappho, or the White Goddess Herself [I myself tend to channel William Topaz McGonagall on one of his off days] and thus not past-master at selectively maintaining eloquent and unashamed silence in the face of the unspeakable majesty of the Infinite Creation, it's O.K. to simply be in your being-ness, and let said being speak in riddles or poems or curt communiqués or dadaisms or Zippo-lighter tricks, or whatnot, or naught, precisely as its sweet will wills it as it flits along with the greatest of ease in the cosmic breeze. Personally, I've got a little saying: There's a lot to be said for ineffability.
As a certain social memory complex has pointed out, apropos:
"Each of those in this group is striving to use, digest, and diversify the information which we are sending this instrument into the channels of the mind/body/spirit complex without distortion. The few whom you will illuminate by sharing your light are far more than enough reason for the greatest possible effort. To serve one is to serve all. Therefore, we ... state that indeed it is the only activity worth doing: to learn/teach or teach/learn. There is nothing else which is of aid in demonstrating the original thought except your very being, and the distortions that come from the unexplained, inarticulate, or mystery-clad being are many. Thus, to attempt to discern and weave your way through as many group mind/body/spirit distortions as possible among your peoples in the course of your teaching is a very good effort to make. We can speak no more valiantly of your desire to serve."
Also, incidentally, while I'm thinking of the connection-- this I came upon recently: channeled material from one Emmanuel (an entity self-evidently on the up-and-up, polarity-wise) regarding the burning question, "Can dolphins speak to us?':
"In the animal world
a dolphin expresses its love and awareness
by simply being what it is.
A dolphin has seen great Light
and feels great love
and now wishes to reach out
to share such love.
The consciousness of love within this being
is seeking a place to express itself.
Love is a gift that must be given.
When a dolphin is asked to communicate
in thought patterns similar to humans'
you are pressing it to emerge
from its place of beingness too quickly
for its best interests.
Oh, my friends, can you not let things
speak to you in their own language?"
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 10-10-2013
this world is like a furnace
meant to burn away the dross
catalyst can be quite painful
when there's a feeling of loss
see your suffering as a gift
which allows the gold to appear
as each impurity is removed
one's essence shines more clear
RE: Poetry - Free Spirit - 10-10-2013
i gotta blog on tumblr called poemsnshit by the way, check it out if you want.
Goodbye, I think
I’m in control. I think.
The doctor told me take these pills and read these books and I’ll be
A Ok, but I always lacked faith in people who always wanted me to come back for more of something that wasn’t sex or money.
I lacked the patience and quit them on my own, saying goodbye and good riddens. Just like that, my life turned upon its skull and yet again, I said good bye.
Good bye to friends who I’d known since childhood.
Good bye to stability.
Good bye to reality.
At times it felt akin to flying a fighter jet. Birds whizzing past, chirruping the world as they know it in their own language juxtaposed with sub zero temperatures coating the winds as I flew through a sky chock full of clouds made of the atmospheres tears and came out unscathed.
The only problem was I never refueled, and what goes up must come down. Come down I did.
I crash landed into an abyss of savagery, of sickness and loneliness.
Everything of mine came full surface.
And I saw for the first time.
So I said goodbye.
To pain.
To suffering.
To being a victim.
Now the only things I know to be true are this: my fate is in my own hands.
And that I am in control. I think.
I’m in control. I think.
The doctor told me take these pills and read these books and I’ll be
A Ok, but I always lacked faith in people who always wanted me to come back for more of something that wasn’t sex or money.
I lacked the patience and quit them on my own, saying goodbye and good riddens. Just like that, my life turned upon its skull and yet again, I said good bye.
Good bye to friends who I’d known since childhood.
Good bye to stability.
Good bye to reality.
At times it felt akin to flying a fighter jet. Birds whizzing past, chirruping the world as they know it in their own language juxtaposed with sub zero temperatures coating the winds as I flew through a sky chock full of clouds made of the atmospheres tears and came out unscathed.
The only problem was I never refueled, and what goes up must come down. Come down I did.
I crash landed into an abyss of savagery, of sickness and loneliness.
Everything of mine came full surface.
And I saw for the first time.
So I said goodbye.
To pain.
To suffering.
To being a victim.
Now the only things I know to be true are this: my fate is in my own hands.
And that I am in control. I think.
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 10-10-2013
when only the self is met
in all the variety of occurrences
that is the experience of love
but don't take it on my assurances
experiment with this on your own
find out if what i'm saying is true
how does it feel in your heart?
to know each being is another you
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 10-13-2013
it's stretching towards the sun
as the mighty trees
it's making the nectar of honey
as the hives of bees
it's swimming through the oceans
as the schools of fishes
it's exploring emotion and desire
as each human heart wishes
it's flying through the air
as the birds of paradise
it's nibbling on crumbs of cheese
as the squeaky mice
it's gathering the nuts for winter
as the acrobatic squirrels
it's spreading vibrant colors
as each flower unfurls
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 10-14-2013
go with the flow
don't you know
that's the only way to
fly with the birds
through your words
let them lift you up now
pray to the one
central sun
that is beating all our
hearts pumping love
from above
what else could you ever
need
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 10-14-2013
birds of a feather
they all flock together
we must do the same
if we're to topple this power game
we must stand up for our rights
the red, yellow, black and whites
it doesn't matter what race your from
this is about the sum
the collective of planet earth
we are helping to give birth
as we rise up in vibration
our vision steers the creation
intention gives direction
to the infinite selection
every choice that's made
must be thought out before played
each decision has repercussions
nuclear power plant destructions
there's now radioactive fish
how has it come to this?
we keep chopping down gaia's lungs
without a thought for our young
sucking out fossil fuels for oil
to drive on pavement where once was soil
doesn't this seem a wee bit weird?
is it just our darkness mirrored?
if that is the case
then it's up to us to embrace
all those parts that we've rejected
we must welcome home to be accepted
when all of us has done this task
in a world of peace we will bask
RE: Poetry - Fastidious Emanations - 10-15-2013
basking, in the everlasting essence of being
freedom, believing in the seeds sewn in Eden
generating growth from the womb of that deathless expanse
advancing, distortion in these vortices morphing the opposing forces
we join, enjoying dielectric chaos as the Immortal
venerable, emerging from the Primordial
the path of least resistance is ever in existence
the instance is infinite
each moment a decision to seek unity or division
devotees be of any path that is given
a gift from the heavens
layered in sevens
balanced we reverent to the power of all that is
though this crown seems brazed in smoke I've still blazed and choked but now I'm gaining so much momentum the moment is closing and there's no more potions in sight so I'll chill for tonight and delight in the insight that of tried to ignite some inspiration in the form of worded information for the mind/body/spirit complexes these transfers are the answer lets stop thinking about wrath and cancer cause thought is intelligent and so is the energy within and without so embellish the Ultimate that thou art with thanksgiving and reverence, not to forget the blessing of company cause it's fun to be in dual paradoxical reality seeing through triple optic unity, especially in close proximity if you know what I mean, cause we all be like wells of infinite potency, rooting out the finest possibility for this personality so intricate and and soon to be and soon to be, assumedly there be some continuity, but how can It be infinitely chiselling It's philosophy of the most extravagant form of beingness, of perceiving the all-encompassing even under the catalyst of slavery in this man-powered militaristic society created by a Self like Me? Is it the Light that I need? A summoning of directed energy clearing out this liquid crystal third density vessel so Prana may flow like through the nostril igniting the will of the finest disciples of antiquity to a cause that may be liable to endanger his survival in this life but that's alright cause why hide when All is witnessed always and in all ways we may be so let's see if we can enjoy this simplicity temporarily as it may be.
One Love, One Heart, Let's join together and we will feel alright!
RE: Poetry - AnthroHeart - 10-15-2013
(10-15-2013, 12:47 AM)primordial abyss Wrote: One Love, One Heart, Let's join together and we will feel alright!
This stands out the most. I realize everything is ok when I can tune into the collective to help me balance out my own energies when they get too hypersensitive.
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 10-16-2013
love is all that will return
when love is all that leaves
for it is universal law
that what one gives one receives
this teaching has been brought
to earth by many loving avatars
each time it's been distorted
as inflated egos play superstars
but this time will be different
for there are too many now awake
the masses don't believe the media
we've discerned the truth from the fake
our hearts have revealed to us
a power much greater than is pride
the great redeemer of forgiveness
bears fruit when all else has died