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Au Aeon (OP) User ID: 11494403 United States 07/28/2012 04:43 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | AEON Quoting: Au Aeon the kindle of adventure the succulent patterns smell the universe the breath of fire the sweet, sweet ether you are too young! you mean there are adventure games for the kindle?? succulent means??? re: smelling: no thanks to all three. Too young? Please explain. The kindling warmth in your heart as one realizes the adventure of eternity. patterns of vibration, molecules, and frequencies of harmoniously structured fruit. succulent and juicy, nectar of heaven. take in the universe breath it in rejoice Thanks for taking the time to comment |
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Common Venus User ID: 20669731 Poland 07/28/2012 06:59 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | AEON Quoting: Au Aeon the kindle of adventure the succulent patterns smell the universe the breath of fire the sweet, sweet ether you are too young! you mean there are adventure games for the kindle?? succulent means??? re: smelling: no thanks to all three. Too young? Please explain. The kindling warmth in your heart as one realizes the adventure of eternity. patterns of vibration, molecules, and frequencies of harmoniously structured fruit. succulent and juicy, nectar of heaven. take in the universe breath it in rejoice Thanks for taking the time to comment I'm not sure if I like the sound of this eternity the adventure in which is full of !@#$. nectars I have currently problems with. I'm not taking in anything more until the next sorry binge. re: explanation: I'm not sure, I was like that, you don't have experience to see the joker for the joker yet you tell me to smell the botched universe because the stink hasn't reached you yet. re: thanks: you bet lol |
institutionalized User ID: 20446070 United States 07/28/2012 07:11 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I enjoyed reading the prose you provided. Did you author the writing? In all reality it doesn't matter who wrote it, because whoever did was very talented. It was nice to read. Thanks. It's been awhile since I myself formed a set of words that rhymed with a rhythm that was able to keep a perfect beat. A part of my past already laid to rest. No more within my heart does the poetry sing. ,./;'[]=- |
Common Venus User ID: 20669731 Poland 07/28/2012 07:38 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Common Venus shi(f)t edit butchered from a post by *** 2012 a hastily scribbled edit. born into out of all this world in the whale depths of a civilized country the "rebellion" or "God" hover over our heads learnt to speak, read, write, use material objects, live a normal life My life revolves around logical and conservative folk We live a great lifestyle. We have current technology Although, we are truthful, we are one, we offer everything for one another Then I wake up... To an enslaved world. Where no truth can be found. There is no knowledge. I am fed stories. I am poisoned. I am trapped. I am looking for direction. I will never find a soul to guide me. I am not supposed to be here. I need help. I'm going to go insane. I don't want this anymore. Life was so beautiful when I was asleep. I will lay down one more time oneday. It will be the last time I shut my eyes. I will say `goodbye' and `I'm scared'. Not so long that I can let go and so let the pain go, some moments of wrong heavens to live without sharing and caring for others. I feel disconnected, but as one with humanity. What have we done? I'm broken. I can't be fixed. Are we in hell? I really feel we are. Everything is not alright... |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 20687024 United States 07/28/2012 07:42 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | AEON Quoting: Au Aeon let your soul ooze its essence from the deep space of the atom the essence of the core the center of your being the eternal dance of joy the fractal of existence the gratitude for all the magical now hear the calling the plea of reunion the wordless words the silence of truth feel the touch of love the light within matter the peace within void the thanks in being the kindle of adventure the accepting of entirety taste the bliss of vibration the succulent patterns the fresh expression of creation the bonding of aspects see the endless beauty the purpose of presence the mirroring magnificence the reasoning sight the boundless field the vastness of divinity the grace of singularity the unconditional elegance smell the universe the breath of fire the sweet, sweet ether the satisfying life-force the sensing of elements wake to the journey ignite your heart shine your eternal flame open your soul bear witness to your self What a goofball. Do you drink Fluoridated tap water? |
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Au Aeon (OP) User ID: 11494403 United States 07/28/2012 10:40 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I enjoyed reading the prose you provided. Did you author the writing? Quoting: institutionalized In all reality it doesn't matter who wrote it, because whoever did was very talented. It was nice to read. Thanks. It's been awhile since I myself formed a set of words that rhymed with a rhythm that was able to keep a perfect beat. A part of my past already laid to rest. No more within my heart does the poetry sing. I did write it, the only talent though is merely listening. Thank you take a trip to the vista past the mind sound of gladden rise from slumber face the only number embrace the humber |
Au Aeon (OP) User ID: 11494403 United States 07/28/2012 10:44 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Too young? Please explain. The kindling warmth in your heart as one realizes the adventure of eternity. patterns of vibration, molecules, and frequencies of harmoniously structured fruit. succulent and juicy, nectar of heaven. take in the universe breath it in rejoice Thanks for taking the time to comment I'm not sure if I like the sound of this eternity the adventure in which is full of !@#$. nectars I have currently problems with. I'm not taking in anything more until the next sorry binge. re: explanation: I'm not sure, I was like that, you don't have experience to see the joker for the joker yet you tell me to smell the botched universe because the stink hasn't reached you yet. re: thanks: you bet lol Perhaps. I am young, after all. Was born in the stink, live in the stink. As the energy mellows, and peer inside, the stink smells so good. Raised by the Borg (Test of Faith) Quoting: Common Venus 20669731 Common Venus shi(f)t edit butchered from a post by *** 2012 a hastily scribbled edit. born into out of all this world in the whale depths of a civilized country the "rebellion" or "God" hover over our heads learnt to speak, read, write, use material objects, live a normal life My life revolves around logical and conservative folk We live a great lifestyle. We have current technology Although, we are truthful, we are one, we offer everything for one another Then I wake up... To an enslaved world. Where no truth can be found. There is no knowledge. I am fed stories. I am poisoned. I am trapped. I am looking for direction. I will never find a soul to guide me. I am not supposed to be here. I need help. I'm going to go insane. I don't want this anymore. Life was so beautiful when I was asleep. I will lay down one more time oneday. It will be the last time I shut my eyes. I will say `goodbye' and `I'm scared'. Not so long that I can let go and so let the pain go, some moments of wrong heavens to live without sharing and caring for others. I feel disconnected, but as one with humanity. What have we done? I'm broken. I can't be fixed. Are we in hell? I really feel we are. Everything is not alright... for what is truth if one is told reverse your eyes you are the soul all this time Yes. Eat GMO, too. Thank YOU Last Edited by Au Aeon on 07/28/2012 11:11 PM |
Common Venus User ID: 20980966 Poland 07/31/2012 12:06 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Too young? Please explain. The kindling warmth in your heart as one realizes the adventure of eternity. patterns of vibration, molecules, and frequencies of harmoniously structured fruit. succulent and juicy, nectar of heaven. take in the universe breath it in rejoice Thanks for taking the time to comment I'm not sure if I like the sound of this eternity the adventure in which is full of !@#$. nectars I have currently problems with. I'm not taking in anything more until the next sorry binge. re: explanation: I'm not sure, I was like that, you don't have experience to see the joker for the joker yet you tell me to smell the botched universe because the stink hasn't reached you yet. re: thanks: you bet lol Perhaps. I am young, after all. Was born in the stink, live in the stink. As the energy mellows, and peer inside, the stink smells so good. Raised by the Borg (Test of Faith) Quoting: Common Venus 20669731 Common Venus shi(f)t edit butchered from a post by *** 2012 a hastily scribbled edit. born into out of all this world in the whale depths of a civilized country the "rebellion" or "God" hover over our heads learnt to speak, read, write, use material objects, live a normal life My life revolves around logical and conservative folk We live a great lifestyle. We have current technology Although, we are truthful, we are one, we offer everything for one another Then I wake up... To an enslaved world. Where no truth can be found. There is no knowledge. I am fed stories. I am poisoned. I am trapped. I am looking for direction. I will never find a soul to guide me. I am not supposed to be here. I need help. I'm going to go insane. I don't want this anymore. Life was so beautiful when I was asleep. I will lay down one more time oneday. It will be the last time I shut my eyes. I will say `goodbye' and `I'm scared'. Not so long that I can let go and so let the pain go, some moments of wrong heavens to live without sharing and caring for others. I feel disconnected, but as one with humanity. What have we done? I'm broken. I can't be fixed. Are we in hell? I really feel we are. Everything is not alright... for what is truth if one is told reverse your eyes you are the soul all this time maybe, but then maybe not, maybe it's not my fault. and maybe there are different levels of soul, and truth is a funny word when used in an off-hand manner look what just fallen off the internets by P. M. H. Atwater cinemind.com . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . INNER VIEWING I can only speak of what I see and know. . . . . . . . . I cannot speak from knowledge and vision I do not have. I hear your words. . . . . . . . . I know their construct and form, but I do not understand . . . . . . . . what you are saying. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I cannot feel what you mean inside of me. I'm alone a lot these days. . . . . . . . . And in my aloneness, I have discovered the universe . . . . . . . . inside me. All I do shapes my pattern of response. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Patterns change. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I change. . . . . . . . . I'm beginning to see a different view of me. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Just beginning. I feel sick inside sometimes when you speak to me like you do. . . . . . . . . You sound so perfect, so all-knowing. I come across like that sometimes too. . . . . . . . . I can tell by the way people react to me, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . but it's not true, though. I deeply question all I believe, say and do. . . . . . . . . I wonder about myself and my own perceptions. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . How do I really see what is before me? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . How do I respond to life instead of always reacting? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . How do I let go of the past? How do I find the future? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . How do I be me? My hell has been my mistakes, living with the results. . . . . . . . . It's hard to live everyday with things you don't like. So why do I do it? . . . . . . . . Because it makes sense to. It makes sense for me to learn from my mistakes, to see things . . . . . . . . for what they really are, not as fantasies of my own . . . . . . . . creation. It makes sense for me to grow T H R O U G H myself and my . . . . . . . . world, not over or around it . . . . . . . . to face both my successes and my failures. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I value being human. Soon I'll be leaving. . . . . . . . . It's almost time for me to go. Before I move on, I want to touch you and look around once . . . . . . . . more. I want to take one long, good look. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I want to know where I've been. |
Common Venus User ID: 20980966 Poland 07/31/2012 01:52 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . How do I let go of the past? How do I find the future? Quoting: Common Venus 20980966 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . How do I be me? My hell has been my mistakes, living with the results. . . . . . . . . It's hard to live everyday with things you don't like. So why do I do it? . . . . . . . . Because it makes sense to. It makes sense for me to learn from my mistakes, to see things . . . . . . . . for what they really are, not as fantasies of my own . . . . . . . . creation. It makes sense for me to grow T H R O U G H myself and my . . . . . . . . world, not over or around it . . . . . . . . to face both my successes and my failures. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I value being human. Note to self: (GLP would have you think there's nobody else eh. lol. Did I say nobody?) In an interview published in VIVA 2 Magazine, Reznor revealed the source of its title: "The way that I couldn't cope with [the death of his grandmother] was by not addressing it or having the courage to write anything. And it took that realization to turn it around and by writing about it and expressing, I felt better about it, I felt like I could see through it. The way out is through. That's where the song title came from because I thought that the way out was skirting the issue and walking on the curb." [link to www.ninwiki.com] Quoting: |
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