----------------------DAILY POETRY THREAD-------------------------

the secret of my endurance

I still get letters in the mail, mostly from cracked-up
men in tiny rooms with factory jobs or no jobs who are
living with whores or no woman at all, no hope, just
booze and madness.
Most of their letters are on lined paper
written with an unsharpened pencil
or in ink
in tiny handwriting that slants to the
left

and the paper is often torn
usually halfway up the middle
and they say they like my stuff,
I’ve written from where it’s at, and
they recognize that. truly, I’ve given them a second
chance, some recognition of where they’re at.

it’s true, I was there, worse off than most
of them.
but I wonder if they realize where their letters
arrive?
well, they are dropped into a box
behind a six-foot hedge with a long driveway leading
to a two car garage, rose garden, fruit trees,
animals, a beautiful woman, mortgage about half
paid after a year, a new car,
fireplace and a green rug two-inches thick
with a young boy to write my stuff now,
I keep him in a ten-foot cage with a
typewriter, feed him whiskey and raw whores,
belt him pretty good three or four times
a week.
I’m 59 years old now and the critics say
my stuff is getting better than ever.

charles bukowski

jupiter

The blood washes over me
Their screams, their memories, breathe
I am caught pained, seeking solutions
Relieved for generations

I embrace the voices
I gather their fractures and hunt -
For the guide to dissipate the hurts
To offer sustenance, to quicken a balance,

I leave this earthly body
Travel into the ether and find its heart
Asking forgiveness
For you, for me, us, us, all

This tiny speck of darkness still palls over me
No longer with power, it simply reminds me
Of a time long ago, wounds healed and losses gained
Virtually silenced by truth of lifetime gains

Its sunshine rises, its moon rises,
And Jupiter can once again rest
Wrapped in the universes’ cloak
Cold, living, warm, and embraced vastness

Humility overwhelms me, gratitude
Unresolved guilt is not given permission
Shame’s entrance is retired
Granting myself the birthright to be, me

This sovereign awakening
Gifted to you, to me, an exquisite rarity
Living enchantment, never drowning in falsehood
Its purity, of simply inhaled, exhaled joy.

(c)2011

I want to be me
to be free
people say they like who you are
THEY FUCKING LIE
what they should say
I like who you are
when you do what I want
or act how I want you to
I'm so fucking tired of it
So tired of all the fake shit
Put on your happy face
Act like everything is fucking great
how can it be
if I can't be me

Jealous Beauty



Your hair is jealous of your face

Longing to lay against your cheek.

Your lips touch like love at first sight

Every time you speak.

Your nose, picture perfect,

But aspires to be noticed.

Your lashes twinkle,

But battle for attention

How can something so perfect

Cause so much contention

Jealous beauty.

The Contented Road

In every town you'll find me,

Sprawled, cluttered, empty and straight,

Way that ties the world.

The uninvited guest beneath all crusades and pilgrim's knees.

Bearer of the hearse and slow steps that follow.

Resting place of parting tears.

Escape and the way home.

Wrapped around the world I wait.

If you berate my rain soaked streets, if your doors close to me,

What of it?

I am the journey others take.

I am the road.

By Jaymee

is this really happening?
is dream a not reality
to distiguish between the to
is what make science true
somethings are and some are not
the things that are not are only a thought
but a thought is as real as what is
even if yours is not the same as his

Good Morning ALL!!

What a night! What a morning! Learning, Learning, Learning!!

These are words given to me from a previous co-worker, who has worked beside me many years. Recently while managing a Lube shop together, he found these words in a car. After seeing these words written down, I wrote them down. I have had them on my fridge for several months now.

Happy Moments----Praise God

Difficult Moments----Seek God

Quiet Moments----Worship God

Painful Moments----Trust God

Every Moment----Thank God


Have A Blessed Day ALL!!

Such Great Poems to read, Hope in these words, are showing indeed.......

Love You ALL!!

God Bless!!

Contemplations on Flow- Sacred Water


“You have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour, now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour. And there are things to be considered . . .
Where are you living?
What are you doing?
What are your relationships?
Are you in right relation?
Where is your water?
Know your garden.
It is time to speak your Truth.
Create your community.
Be good to each other.
And do not look outside yourself for the leader.”
Then he clasped his hands together, smiled, and said, “This could be a good time!”
“There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid.
They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel they are torn apart and will suffer greatly.
“Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle
of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above water. And I say, see who is in there with you and
celebrate. At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally, Least of all ourselves. For the moment
that we do, our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.
“The time for the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves! Banish the word struggle from you attitude and
your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
“We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.”
– attributed to an unnamed Hopi elder
Hopi Nation
Oraibi, Arizona


Have you heard of my beautiful friend Water?
The innovator of the phrase “Let it Flow.”
You may have seen her, she gets around quite a bit
Oh that Sweet Water
She is quite the mover and shaker
She has friends all over , and all sorts adore her.
She came to be when her two gay Hydrogen Fathers approached their good friend Oxygen with the idea of creation
new life , beginning.
The conversation had been stirring that life had become a little to stagnant and sticky
The Hydrogens and Oxygen felt a need to let in a little flow
And despite their differences, felt a bit like innovators with their idea
It took a while to figure out a formula that worked…
But then those Hydrogen Fathers sandwiched Oxygen between themselves
And Water was born
Out of polarity came this Neutral Solvent
In a sense it was structured improvisation
All the elements working in their own way
Nature tending toward perfection
Despite how odd the occurrence, or how illogical it may seem
Within this improvisation was a creation of malleability
Water was a mischievous youth and a wonderful teacher
She has always been a fantastic imitator, with a photographic memory
She ran wild through the woods blessing all she could touch
Taking in everything it had to offer
Adding it to herself
And then moving on in her unique way
There was no boundary she could not reach beyond
Even when She was out of sight, she was still around
She traveled where ever her heart wanted to go
Growing large and vast
Connecting herself to everything she came into contact with
Leaving pieces of herself behind as to grow her ideas of prospective change
Magical adaptation
Ultimate mobility and convergence
Water was always ahead of her time
The other elements were a bit jealous of her ability to transmutate herself
Not realizing she was changing them, as she changed herself
In any situation or environment she touched
They marveled at her cooperative relationship to Temperature
And wondered at her ability to patiently weather all stages of her cycles
Even when she was at times Cold as Ice, she was still quite graceful
It was a common observation that she could be the most gentle of the elements
And also one of the most threatening.
When I was a child, my grandfather told me, “If you respect water, She will respect you; If you honor Her, she will teach you to Honor yourself.”
And when I would swim within that skin of Water, I would gently pull my arms down on her
Breaking the surface tension and submersing my self inside her
Thinking always, that she would hold me and move me along
As I grew, I became closer to Water, she enjoyed the respect and came to visit often
She would follow me on all my travels and she never complained about the weather
Except to say she thought the Desert had an unspoken grudge
Which was fine, because I rarely traveled anywhere but through the Desert to some other lush region
We talked long about the Desert, and its sense of helplessness that it disguises through resilience.
Water joked that anywhere she wasn’t allowed to hang out for too long, was no place for anyone to be
Some had accused Water of being a bit of a loiter at inconvenient times
Water knows more about this Earth and everyone on it than you could even imagine.
I suppose if she was anyone else she would be a big gossip, but actually she is a fantastic secret keeper
Water remembered every conversation, every thought, every prayer
She always knew my worries and needs
And when recognized would become the most brilliant amplifier
She absorbed every change, flowed through every integration
When others didn’t want to be like anyone else
Water was always totally herself, meaning to say
Water wanted to be EVERYONE and EVERYTHING always, and forever
Which is exactly what she is
Everything and nothing
She loves when you gaze within her shimmering eyes to see your own reflection
Because you are her, and she is you
She was born knowing that
It is her mission to share that knowledge, hence all of her worldly travels
From the tiniest blood vessel to the widest sea
She’s been there, all up in it
Sometimes she shares the beauty she has experienced through her snowflakes,
little perfect geometric shapes
Water captures prayers and praises and changes them into the most beautiful little expressions
And if you stare at the sky and attempt to catch them on your tongue
Did you know you are taking inside of yourself; someone elses prayer or affirmation as it falls back to earth.
You are sharing a piece of someone else, which has inherently been recorded and crystallized by Water?
When you bathe in water you are sitting in a collection of thoughts and experiences and eliminations.
And Water is in bliss when you finally see it for yourself
Water tells us that just as she must come, she must go
And as she gathers along her way, she must release
She reminds us that as we take time to eliminate her from our bodies, through exertion and elimination
She says it’s good to consciously get rid of old thoughts that are no longer serving us
And that it is also a process in the cycle to appreciate and honor
At times it may seem Water is stressed out by life
Angered by the sight of pain and dis-ease
And she will come wailing in from the sky hitting eyes of passers by as they run for shelter
In her seeming helter skelter
And people curse her for reigning down
Thinking, something as gentle as water should never create waves
But some days she can’t help herself. She can be a catalytic force to be reckoned with.
It would be ridiculous to think one with such a brilliant memory would remember to be gentle all the time
Think of all the pain and destruction she has seen not at her own hand
Like tears in your eyes sometimes things need to be washed away
To clean house and start over
She has shared so much of herself with us
And we have unconsciously given back so much crap
That at times it seems like she is attacking
But She, just as we, at times need to purge
What most fail to see is the lesson of our own reflection
Our willingness toward emotional pollution
Our blames and lack of solutions
Our anger at our environment and ourselves
Our desire for help
But our unwillingness to change
What if change just means perspective
Water has been teaching us the whole time that our ability to handle all of this is within our control
But we let go of our cooperation some time ago
Slowly there are those hoping to win it back
They see the potential of fluidity in humanity
They understand the plan at the hand of Water
They want her to guide us
Because she cut her own path
And she constantly goes back to Source
She learns and takes with her wherever she goes
She flows freely, changing environmentally, adding to biology
Always giving back
Constant cycles
Her consciousness is ALL of US
We can not exist with out what she has to offer
Her filing cabinet is the planet,
It is the record keeper and proof that she was here and somehow, someway made a difference
Now is our chance to share our appreciation for Water
If everyday we choose to Bless her, she will be more willing to share her secrets with us
The first secret is this, you are never far from Truth and change than when this you do
Say, “Water, Great recorder keeper, Great Transmutator, Blessed Giver of Life
I honor You, I thank you! I love you, for you are the cutter of the path, the source of moisture to the Earth, Vapor of the Rainbows, A silent White morning Evident in our Sky
You flow around me, through me, and back to the Earth
Constantly changing , and yet always staying in some form
Water, I bless you, I honor you
Thank you Great Teacher
I walk in the path of respect for You”
Thank her daily, and her secrets will seep inside of you
One must ask first for her knowledge
It is part of sacred development to learn to ask for it
And then to be willing to receive what She has to offer
She teaches her lessons many ways, and one must not judge it with any sense of duality
Water is not good or bad
She is what she is.
The reflection of the observer
Blessed to have her as a Great Teacher
Always blessed to be her Student
But this too is perspective,
Water has been known to manipulate change in the perspectives of others
The difference is in the conscious realization
Which is when she says to you “let it flow. Just let it go and ride with it.
Take a deep breathe, keep your eyes open and drop off the edge
Get really, really wet
Don’t fight the current, watch out for obstruction
Use your body, mind and soul
Together
That is the function
Have confidence
You CAN handle this.”

Early to bed, early to rise
won't make one healthy, wealthy, or wise.
Early to bed, early to rise
turn on the news and listen to lies.
Early to bed, early to rise
instant coffee, and burnt home fries.
Early to bed, early to rise
go to work. Be one of the guys.
Early to bed, early to rise
the walls have ears. The ceiling has eyes.
Early to bed, early to rise,
the heart knows what the mind denies
Early to bed, early to rise,
is the life that I despise.

Thank You! Wonderful Read:)

God Bless!!

3:33

here we go again, im not a fan of doom. so whats happenin?


There will come a day. A day the abyssal veil will be lifted.
There will be some suffering, due to the poles being shifted.
Remember, we are not built for this planet. We do not belong.
Created not in the name of deprivation, but desperation was their song.

Continuing now, nor will I un-forever. This is blank speech from the divine.
Nothing witty or clever. Please let all the words in the great cosmos shine.
We think hurricanes, earthquakes, and natural disasters are unfair, cruel and evil.
They are bodily functions of the planet. Why accuse, in your artifice church steeple?

The energy you call money. Does not make any sense. Why do people bother?
I almost hate how they make this your energy, hence the "heavenly father"
Does anyone see that the U.S. economy is going down and will plummet into decline?
You dont? Of course. Human's narrow minded normalcy bias draws the fucking line.

Something is "NOT TRUE". unless it has "terrestrial evidence".
Behold the world fucking gulled into this narrow minded extravagance.
"Me no see. Me no hear. You make lies you facken queer"
Earth Science sickens me, into spirituality they must steer.

Sitting around draggin ass, you make a bowl of cereal.
cupboard, drawer, fridge, everything is boring in this material.
What people call being active and intelligent, they have no idea what lies ahead.

Example:

What you call consciousness, Does not end when earth science deems you dead.

Im beginning to think most girls on this planet are just in it for the fun.
Not for knowledge, heroic quests, or having the dark side shunned.
When can I live a life of unthinkable deeds and joyous pillars of oneness exultation.
When will I be able to finish this linear perceived classroom of spiritual excavations.

back as well, packin a bag of the wacky tobaco. pack a bowl up.
you can stack or fold up a lawn chair i dont care

i got a brew in the igloo cooler too.

plus a barage of puzzlin thoughts, in my garage guzzlin hienikin, my mind again. cant focus cuz im blind again.

im tryin to relax dawg, i aint tryin to hear about the guns loot and cars im tryin to catch the escalator to the sun moon and stars

Last Edited by ripple in time on 08/18/2011 11:35 PM

Thoughts come in, thoughts they go,
Ascension in Christ is lifting I know.
Dreams they come, Dreams that show,
All the glorious things that grow.

Love is heavy, Love is felt,
Without Love one will melt.
Light within, shines so bright,
Destined for me every night.

CWC-Christopher

God is LOVE, LOVE is trust,
Trust in Him, we must we must.
All his glory, for eyes to see,
Hearing the word, of His bride to be.......

-CWC-

Love is forever, Love will unite, plays in our hearts, every day and night. Test thy heart for in its design, true love prevails each and everytime. Bold are the words which are shown to me, never again will I not understand nor see. Love is a virtue, love is a test, no matter how hard always give ones best. Cherish forever the things which are true, awake Christ inside he guides what to do. Love is the way it helps guide most, deep within one with the holy ghost. God bless CWC.

In Case Of Emergency

I dug deep into my pockets
trying to find the emergency smile
I had tucked away for a rough day, such as this
But there was none left, not a one to be had
I gave my last smile to you
and now I am sad

I'd ask for it back
but I think you broke it?

Nov2/11

thanks a lot

thanks

written 7-7-11

woke that morning with these thoughts.

Just had a moment, with some fresh air,
Now I must write, now I must share.
Went for a walk, caught sight of a tree,
Surrounded by light, and mighty with glee.
As I went to this tree, for I saw a knee,
For then a voice spoke to me, showing "Justice and Liberty".
Looking up high, colors of rainbows in the sky,
Children dancing and singing, so much Joy in their eye.
As I heard the marching, of horses and men,
He said go, GOD is with you, come back, so WE can ALL be one again.

Had my awakening on July 4th 2011, have never been the same, Love has overwhelmed, Ascension in Christ is grand.

Christopher-CWC

Faith

In the last moments of a dying age,

A people are faced with the challenge of a lifetime:

Change, or be destroyed.

Yet there is hope.

Within each individual, there lies a sparkle of possibility,

Something that could change the world,

One action at a time.

And all one must do to find it, is look.

Seek and you shall find it,

Ask and it is given.

If you want a better life; a better world,

Then make it so.

But be wary of your intentions,

For they can lead you astray.

Yet, when love is your intention,

Not lust, nor spite, or greed,

You will not fail.

Because when a sound mind is paired with unconditional love,

Mountains become molehills.

And the cosmos will smile upon thy.

It may seem as though it's too late to save oneself from destruction,

But that's where you'd be wrong.

Because all it takes is choice,

A simple yes here, a harder no there.

Love, hate.

Add to that this:

No one is an island unto themselves.

We are all connected,

We are all one.

We all share the same dreams,

Fears,

Loves,

And heartaches.

Perhaps not always in content,

Yet always in the results:

Realization of ideas,

Fulfillment of purpose,

Joy,

And companionship.

We could not exist without others,

And others could not exist without us.

Our actions do not resolve in a vacuum,

They resolve in the freedom of life.

Where anything is possible,

If you put your mind to it,

And have faith.