- Collective Writing -

stalk, if you ever compile your poems into a book, send me a copy

 

just look for art/words/music by orbsycli I'm sure I'll be around for a little while.

 

I'm going through this thread and reading all of our stuff outloud b/c it's more entertaining like that, and I must say, this one breathes by itself

 

yess...! That one was written as spoken word..a lot of passion went into it as well

and dude, reading poetry out loud is one of the greatest teachers...

 

Opening doors
Theres no turning back
Burning the gates
Taken off-path
Where am I heading
What cause do I serve
Is this reality
Or flaws in my nerves

Hope must be endless
Will must be strong
You will find power
Don't wait too long

Death now awaits you
Staring at your face
Mocking the weak
Entirety of the human race

 

lol yes, it was an excellent poem, read or spoken.

I don't know if I'm reading this poetry outloud correctly, but it really is fun.

 

Nice

as for neodude, there is no right way...it's all up to interpretative dance of the tongue and mind.

 

Constantly curving
Yet never the same
What's on the other side
Does it have a name?

Darkened reflections
Shatter-proof glass
Events overlapping
Light from the past

In every direction
Or none at all
How fast are we flowing
What makes us so small

Crystalline formations
Sparkling Dust
Never remaining
Cosmic Rust

 

very nice.
:]

 

its funny because i can't seem to sit down and just write a poem, but them im suddenly inspired and the poems just somehow come to me unconciously. In fact very frequently i swear i conceive the most brilliant lines, but they are fleeting, and i forget, but maybe i just smoke too much pot haha

 

I do the same thing, when I'm very tired.
or when I wake up in the night between dreams.
I started keeping a little book and pen on my nightstand to record them lol because I'd often forget when I went back to sleep. made me mad.
probably should get starting writing things around some of those. :]

 

haha usually i scramble for any piece of paper, but i should keep a little book handy.

and it turns out that after meditation poems come to me easily as i just discovered:

Cosmic Contemplation

Webs interwoven
Stars collide
From reality's fabric
Its easy to hide

Collective unconscious
Filled with dreams
Enter formlessness
Float downstream

Gates aflood
Endogenous release
Fit for survival
But not at peace

A cold-hearted struggle
Ego's arise
Fight for the top
But what's the prize

Greed, death, and hunger
So how do you feel
Killing your neighbor
To eat a fresh meal

Universal consciousness
All parts of a whole
Faith in humanity
Must set our goals​

 

same here man.

all the poems I've contributed so far are 1st drafts written in the quick reply box down below lol

I just get sudden moods to write something. This thread certainly is inspiring though

 

So quiet I could hear​

the spider bungee jumping​

off a shadow book shelf​

up above,​

surreal silky astral spider web trails ​

like a dream,​

like a dream I hear Earth ​

whisper Turtle's Katabatak​

out of a small fire​

of eyes,​

Stars Twinkling. ​

 

It was both spendid and overwhelming. The countless layers of sediment that had been built up and, through the ages, cut away again by the relentless river were an awesome sight, and I thought I was alone there on the canyon rim when I asked, rhetorically:

"Geeze, when did it all begin...?"

I was startled when my question drew a response from a man -- I think he was a man -- who appeared beside me.

"What makes you think all this began?"

"Well, everything has a beginning, doesn't it?" I replied, a bit cautiously, a bit intimidated by the confident stranger. "---and an ending, too."

"No," he said. "This has always been here. Only mankind begins and ends."

 

shes got a look inher eyes that take me back to a time when i remember

what love felt like.top of the mornin, makin me reckless with the

lysercic whisey, ergot and corn squeezins go together like you and me.

straight and to the point. top of the mornin. american woman, american

dream. i didnt forget how to use it.it looks like rain , the

anticipation beats like exctacy,but leaves ya feelin a lil worse in

the morning . iused to sleep under bridges and tarps toget away from

it, and she still does.i wanna dance in the rainbut i cant find my

footing. i get by. i get high. i get wet when i play in puddles. i

used to see alot of indian rainshowers when i was a kid.thats when its

raining and sunny at the same time. it brought about rainbows in the

sky and i think that was the first glimpse ihad at chasing a rainbow.

where'd ya find all them pretty colors?i stopped chasing em when i got

pinned between a lion weilding a crowbar, and cold american steel.a

red ford. found on road dead. fixed or repaired daily.see a general

theme. we'll see what the rain brings.could be another wet night or it

could be another ticket on rainbow highway. thats the high way.

wouldnt say it was my way. hope the transmission can stand another

long haul. built to last. last time i heard that song you an me were

dancin' in uncle sams backyard. he sure got mad at the joke we played

on him. thanks for gettin me outta that one. let me show ya my
mountain, i saved a place here for ya.bring a tarp.

 

deep in sinning i think of prayers and no one listens
glisten as my night mares become premonitions
wisdom of the sands beyond the thoughts of man
murdering your ego along the road your fear ran
clarity ignites flying to heights beyond sight
the thoughts you write channel the divine light
the mite of a thousand poets nurturing one stanza
the alpha spirit commands you to go fucking banana's
we all hit the cosmic lotto yet we devise treachery
the lies telepathy laugh in pain and cry in Ecstasy

 

You expect me to pick my dreams from a list
You yell at me whenever I miss
You're concerned my path has gone astray
But I assure you now, its the only way

You wonder why I stay so long
I'm listening to the secret song
A song of the ages, A song of time
A song without melody, A song without rhyme

A song without rhythm
A song without sound
My feet simply aren't
Stuck to the ground​

 

I am a believer

 

Stalk I think I was with you last night on a spiritual level