I sit with my eyes closed, the mind working like a spectator, like a generator, like a communicator, introspectin on the past, present, and the...later I move blindly across the street pressin my feet to the concrete of what comes to meet my blind eyes as part of our planet's demise disguised as a metaphorical... surprise me, show me visions of beauty, yet, tv turns on, and sings life's saddest song, a song where bad chords hit strong and the lyrics leave me confused as to where and when we went... wrong, it's just a concept of morality and love binding strong, a notion that shouldn't be so hard to hard tackle, one that this world has not yet come to... grapple the thought that Adam was not supposed to bite the apple. Greed shant have flowed through the mind and pushed ego past decorum. Knowledge was weighed and everything wrong fell to the floor... than is it that apple, he should've always ignored? To bite once ensues knowledge, to bite twice ensues wisdom, to bite thrice brings the consequences of making... decisions that make us a victim of life's seductions, decisions that brought us to make weapons of mass destruction, weapons and horror resulting from greed and corruption while the world slowly turns into a dramatic production, put on by "earth's finest", without concern for earth's truest, we need a chance to dispute this, a chance to dilute this... shit, we need to act on our chance to dispute this, our chance to dilute this before the chance escapes us, it's up to us to create this... change the future strength reason light joyous beauty truth delight conscious support music art morals love life heart and its choices... make choices
Joeseph's response:
I lyrically rejoice
at the poise you've noiselessy displayed.....CHOICE, messy, frayed at each end from constant unfirling of threads, tread here or there?, fear or share?, seer or slayer? as players we stray throughout this production acting with or without instruction, using societal deductions to create LIVE suction, shower drains sucking in streams of Life's water with total gumption, complete initiative to live through total consumption, til senses become so overused they're forced to rely on blind assumption, which is where the Dynamic comes in to play, annihalating static ways of existing, twisting negatives around the pole to blend dualities into a Whole.......
My response:
...into a Whole
as our heart pulse with life's fullest desires... to live strong or to live wrong?, empathetically beating poetically looking for that steady comprehension to run readily into the waves of creation, waves that break on the shores of mutation... of our choices. decoration or elation? spectating or speculating? disguising or advising? the rules of life spin out of order. to organize means to utilize. utilize the sense that has been used to... brutalize our instinct. an abuse of reason as we acknowledge treason. where comes the new season? It comes with proper reason. a reason without misleading. without the does and donts of displeasing... god? friends? our sons and daughteres? our loved ones, our foes, and our mothers and fathers? we continue to spin the web as we tread upon a thin line of life. this crisis that continues as we welcome the knife... the knife that splits us all down the middle, questioning our conscious with the ultimate riddle. where does it lead you and what's your decison? no help from the outside to influence our vision, its up to us to create the new order of living. new order of living, it's up to us to decide what's worth for the giving....
Joeseph's response:
inspiration
often a collective inflation of pulsing rhetoric between kin of the Spirit, sear it into my ocular receptors for chemical interpretation, while the undetectable interpretor, the unobjective non-physical space truly feels the grace of words on a page. Age old art rhetoric is, a perfect medium for a word wiz to dizzy some with his insight while igniting those with a deeper understanding......
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in the struggle to ReSurface (author: Robert, 8/29/06)
shuffling to maintain
a sort of balance
but a shoelace
overcomes the brain
and gravity wins
with the quicker pace.
pulling in tenaciously
attempting to reach upwards
but the spine has graciously
bowed down and out
and everything backs away
when reached towards.
the surface beckons
calling out my name
oxygen depleted
who else but i to blame?
then a curtain is raised
and brilliance splinters
deaths darkness in a single beam
curved and fragmented my lid
can only somewhat prevent its entrance
i penetrate the tension
of the surface as dawn
reclaims reality's comprehension
for a moment, or maybe eternity
It seemed like i never again would be
Or perhaps i never was
And somebody else once had a dream
and it was me.
my response:
digging deeper
maybe it's a dreamer's vision
that obscures our decisions
while we, the victims
penetrating our senses
observe our mind
watching while it works to unwind
a series of threads
caught tangled
within the spaces
inside our head
reaching out for reality
but it's not quite enough
a grasp of what is and what was
seems distant...............out of touch
aimless
threads
saturatedoverflowingemotions
feelings of laughter,
tears
and sadness
visions of beauty,
horror
and pain
reading onward through the threaded madness
memories of love,
fury
and disdain
does the light ever turn on?
will we peak past the conscious surface?
at what point do these threads serve us a purpose?
following these lines
through the hollows of our introspective mind
trying to decipher
but only pulling the knot tighter
overruling judgement
til reality is no more
til we are only victims
just a dreamer's chauffer
driving along the lines of one's mind
tracing the path of each thread
not knowing what's next
in the struggle to ReSurface
puting our mind to life's test
"sirkyill" response:
maybe
not victims or perps
just people
the mind's test is
itself
maybe
a very real and meaningful purpose
that being 'out of touch' brings us
closer to feel
i don't know
my response:
the mind's test is itself
unraveling of threads
as they tread on the boundaries of understanding
where never enough is said
losing ourselves
helps us find what is ready to be lost
it is up to us to decide
what becomes the sum of the cost
so much to offer
yet nothing and everything coincide
if wisdom is tossed
corruption might override
where the path divides
which way do we choose?
what path leads to positivity
light and tranquility?
i dont know...
I choose.
We choose.
It's time for us to choose.
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.comFort (author: Robert, 8/31/06)
the fog sets in
blanketing me in a fluffy
cool protective coat
untouchable i sit.
it's condensation
proves lubricating
as my bones no longer creak
my ego cannot cackle
and preach from its peak.
the silence is unsettling
yet profoundly liberating
as if sheltered from a reality
that's dark and penetrating
in here i seek my stability
now i can pretend
that i am the one creating.
i have attained
my floatation device
seemingly gained
possibly catalyzed
a series of realization
as invasive as plants
soil knows not discrimination
my mind is fertilized
intrinsic to the complements
of awareness and spirit
my body is mesmerized
and love ferments
in unity and a perfect fit
to my soul.
all from my blanket
such a comforting thing
wrapping my body
nurturing me to grow
a container of nothing
but everything
that i need
to let
go.
my response:
conscious awakening
finding yourself in that misty seduction
your mind fertilized
ready to rise above
realizing you've passed life's introductions
a time to ReSurface has arrived
the fog thins
comfort breaks
reality check
life and living souls
continuing on their trek
all around you
searching for ______
to fill in the holes
a ray of warmth hits
akin messenger of light
releasing third eye sight
floating down from the sun
to help blossom
your spiritual acumen
finally light peaks
through the mist
searching for a way, patiently
unwilling to drift
telling you "it's time"
for minds to bind together
to actualize a soul-cleansing shift
the fog rises
the productivity of your solidarity
proves readily
to share steadily
4 your peeps
to move your peeps
with spirit, heart, and soul
it's progress to the struggle
as we strive to help each other
fill in each and every hole
for our souls
will never
prove
too
full.
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ability of responsibility. (9/3/06)
Life flourishes freely
amidst its own beginning.
A naive joy discovered
in the raw simplicity of being.
A time where thoughts and dreams
are unseasoned sectors of the spiritual mind's discovery.
A time where introspective thinking
is a virgin to the psyche.
Without the desire to push forward
enlightenment is desolate.
It waits to be set free
as our sub-conscious grows older.
In time, momentum takes over.
The ability of responsibility
falls
in
the
hands
of the
beholder.
Let us not digress but use life's momentum to create progress.
Robert's response:
sessions for progression...
a split second reveals
the fragility of ability.
as if time repeals
memories of lost capability.
perhaps we'll hold on
to what we always left behind
maybe we'll become a photon
seeking the source we meant to find
desire fades - a flickering fire
but destiny shines - burning sun
enlightenment sways away
until we unite as one
hope to figure
the game we must play
hope to cure
the mental disease of today
hope is pure
open hearts allow it to stay
we shall not digress
it is meant for us to supress
the hate and not procrastinate
the need to create, love and beautify.
a line's illusion, that we separate
dissolve between you and i.
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~internal pulse~ (9/5/06)
with every life
we strengthen
a bond
blind to all eyes
but the one
in the middle
connecting us
together
as our auras collide
we reach out
as one
harmonious
kindred
spirit
tumbling down life's path
but, realizing
our own internal pulse...
sounds of beauty
rush forward
surging through us
from root to crown
swaying the senses
bemusing the mind
vibing the soul
stirring internal rhythm
a natural ecstasy
we dance
wild!
moving our feet
to the beat
independent and apart
from those that surround
yet
we still groove
we still move
as one
harmonious
kindred
spirit
life's pulse
willing us
nature's rhythm
urging us
music
handing us the key
to be free
together
from now on
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Digs (author: "wbsoul", 9/14/06)
These hauntings
and songs
still bendable and new
can be carried
around with you
and remind me of
a new house
with bare walls
and when you're alone
singing to yourself
the echos of
empty rooms
provide true
sensations of
home.
my response:
Digs 2.0
singing to yourself
the echoes of
these hauntings
and songs
like means of transportation
still bendable and new
can be carried
around with you
as
sounds of illumination
that
elucidate my mind
and remind me of
a new house
with bare walls
and when you're alone
beautiful tones of melodies
saturate your ears
massage your soul
throb to the beat of your heart
resonate through
empty rooms
listening and yet refraining
gazing upon and taking
life
to a higher level of awareness
so as to
provide true
consolation and
sensations of
home
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Conceptual Obsession (author: Robert, 10/20/06)
i can't seem
to unseam
and tear away
i'm addicted to the way
that it seems to play
with my mind, with my heart
and Seemingly my soul
and ripping thru me
it Posesses me as my goal
But a concept should not be
so persistent.
it sits above
out of reach
it's impossible to pursue
what cannot be caught
with a glove
nor can it be contained
as any sort of content
so impermanent was a thought
it dissolved like salt
and was email never sent
but deleted
and hidden in a long lost log
yet it must be pursued
it must be found
and coaxed to co-operate
Choosing to communicate
and sonically reverberate
its message to me
or Catagorize in hues
that my eyes can see
Showing me the light
perhaps as yet another thought
yet not so elusive
but the answer i sought
or maybe it will materialize
as solid as this screen
contrasting as the black
does the white
obvious as the day to the night
will i See it when it comes
or will i shrivel into my Ages
Cramping on my desire
To Seek the thought
That feeds my fire.
my response:
Realizing Reality
as this distant thought you see
is absorbed
flourishes
it becomes a part of me
i find a conceptual density
no longer a facet of your totality
as it gracefully has found its way
to the concepts of reality
it takes form
follows natures guided path
as its restraints are torn
you are the reason
these eyes have seen it born
they thank you
for
the addicting way
your words flow
in like that comforting mist
that surrounds my presence
moves my mind, moves my heart
and seemingly my soul
and seeping through me
it Posesses me as its goal
The beauty of a concept
fully realized
and grown.
the mist clears
your conceptual reality
guides my mind
to take your conceptual designs
as i release its hidden signs
your concept meets mine
and we breathe in...
through beauty, words,
and time.
Robert's response:
May we find the Time
To breathe in the beauty
and the right words
To release its Design.
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