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Re: i dont "get" poetry
Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 3:53 am
by Eisregen
eeralf_ wrote:u thought peoples do poesie on brain , not on videos, :;)), sry my sarcasm
cant watch it at moment, later eis
Prost!!!
well this is poetry on video for all fucked brains and bastardly minds
ralf be open for new stuff, old men
Re: i dont "get" poetry
Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 11:39 pm
by jackson
Inside of every boy and girl
That's ever born on earth
Is a tiny little seed
That must express its mirth
Hidden potential
Deep inside
Like developing film
In darkness it resides
When you are a little child
You do not know about it
While playing with your friends
Or dancing with the wrens *
But one fine day you find out about it
And slowly but surely begin to try it
And it begins to slowly arise
Like the bird trying to fly
The struggle inside begins to ensue
How does it work? What do I do?
How can I get this sweet gift of mine
To sprout some wings and begin to fly?
These are the riddles I want you solve
And if you do, then you will discover
That hidden potential deep inside
That must someday learn how to fly
Atlantis wasn't built in a day
But the people loved their work
They didn't back talk, gripe, or complain
Because theirs was the job they loved to do
So why should they feel so sad and blue?
Icarus and his dad, well, they had a plan
They would escape an evil king, escape an evil man
Icarus however didn't listen
And frighteningly plunged to his death
Because he would not do
what his father had said
Once a lowly servant boy
Drew Pythagorean Theorim
Even though he didn't know
Anything about it
These are the riddles I want you solve
And if you do, then you will discover
That hidden potential deep inside
That must someday learn how to fly
* wrens are birds by the way
Re: i dont "get" poetry
Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 10:24 am
by AnonymousMadScriber
Inspirational flow of words, magnificent in their creation,
putting into form the thought for all to ponder, wonder.
The lens from which you perceive will make you believe,
leaning this way or the other, the balance will give way, sway.
A small push from Solar winds, currents of a drifting whisper,
guiding you to a soft landing place on the other side of reality.
Gliding in the current of time with a purpose, forgotten as it may seem.
It's all part of the dream, only it happens while we are awake, make no mistake.
Re: i dont "get" poetry
Posted: Mon Jul 15, 2013 2:29 pm
by Fraktardo
A Poem From Hell
I.
I waste no time
No, I don’t dilly or dally
I am a man of efficiency, of industry, of business
A man with pressing engagements
And so I waste no time
Throwing myself back into the furnace
Dragging my feet, one step is each
A life’s labor, a life of service.
And every second is drawn out in the middle
Towards an asymptote of infinity
Only for this will I make the time.
Dredging the well of agony,
Only for this will I gleefully slow down
To take sweet swips at my leisure
From this deep burning glass.
Nice, and kind things, beautiful and joyous things
Pass me by. They are not for me here.
When they were mine I ran through, breathless.
There was scarcely time to notice what went before me
In a flash, a blink.
Starting down a thousand trails at once, jumping from
Thread to line, completing nothing, but always on to the next.
No, only for this,
Do I take my sweet-ass time to
Bring forth completely and methodically
Every detail, angle and feeling,
I will make sure I am not missing
Anything, that I capture Hell in totality
What then?
To obliterate it?
As if I could bottle up the essence of Hell then
Smash it to pieces and liberate humanity?
Or at least exorcise myself of this leeching soul destroying
Spirit?
Or do I seek it out and place it before me today
Just to live it all,
All over again.
So delightfully, and in madness I relate this tale:
Re: i dont "get" poetry
Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2013 4:00 am
by Fraktardo
II.
Towering stone faced idols laughed manically
Above me. Their eyes showed to me a complete contempt
For myself and my powerless position.
I learned then I was a helpless play thing
With no possibility of escape.
Damned, captured, hopeless and terrified, the
Subject of mockery and awaiting the worst tortures.
To be tortured in front of all
As they laugh.
Laugh merrily, gleefully, cackling, eyes of pain
Mouths opened wide, barring teeth which devour
Everything.
Eyes rolling back in their heads
As their laughter booms with frenzied euphoria
As if their very purpose and mine,
Was all singly and entirely this macabre performance.
I was damned, stricken down,
Chained up, impaled, crushed by stone slabs
Weighting thousands of tons, straight down upon
My face, crushing my pride and dignity.
All this was of the greatest amusement,
The highest order of entertainment,
But not in any such way as the audience was below me, or I
The object of any fame, stardom, or the least bit of
Sympathy.
Nay, I was a nothing. The audience: nothing.
Only me, conscious and fully aware, through some cruel joke.
They were not beings, not even snakes or demons,
They were the world and they were all a part.
No identity, but a piece of this grand court and parade.
Only I was the outsider and the focal point
For pain and their wild bug eyed grins
And stares.
I was utterly alone.
Re: i dont "get" poetry
Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2013 4:40 pm
by Fraktardo
III.
Any sense of dignity I had was of course long since destroyed.
I could not hide anything within me, I could not preserve
One ounce, one flicker.
No joy, no hope, no determination. Indeed there was nothing.
I was trapped on a sick bed, finding no relief, no sleep.
Were I to stand or to lay, welling inside of me the most painful
Nasusea or burning cough only increased by the moment to a higher pitch.
There was never one backslide, no plateau, no respite.
This was the worst part, the frenzied panic, of struggling to breath
With no single possibility of reprieve.
Indeed I knew full well and to the very bottom of my soul there was
Nothing, nothing that could be done for me.
It was then that the specters would return to me, to laugh devilishly
And to pick me apart to their heart’s content.
They knew exactly my deepest fears, nothing could I hide.
They knew exactly what I wanted to avoid the most.
I stared gasping as the hand of the clock would tick closer,
And their preying eyes creeped inch by inch towards the one thing
The one thing that I could not take, that broke me down into an animal.
Straining against my leash with no mind left at all, as they slowly and surely drew closer
To the one agony, idiginity to put me through. All the while positively howling with laughter.
They all knew, and I was laid bare for all to see.
A pathetic shameful creature undergoing the worst of deprivations.
Not even the tears of an angel could raise me. So complete was my destruction, not even
An angel could bare the sight of me, nor through all the kindness of their heart look upon me
Without disgust.
Indeed it was all my fault, and it was a Hell of my own making.
I had not even righteous indignation on my side, no friends,
No benefactors and no defenders.
I was trapped and made to repent for my pride, knowing I had
Only myself to blame.
Even this was no consolation, for the angels vanished, the other world I had come from: vanished.
There was only Hell now. I had not just lost sight, but lost contact with all that was good.
Indeed it no longer existed, and for eternity these walls surrounding me were my home.
Re: i dont "get" poetry
Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 9:49 am
by Trichome Indica
I don't "get" poetry,
is it something that i can see ?
Or is it something that i hear,
while sipping on a beer?
Or something i can feel,
hope it helps me heal
or seal my fate before it's too late.
What does it mean this "Poetry" scene ?
Like tea leaves on a plate,
or a reading of a palm.
Crystal ball.
Deciphering the Human shit on the wall.
Does it matter at all ?
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Such nonsensical noise deployed.
To trickle through your senses, defenceless.
Turn look away is the only way, ignore delete
or continue on in the delusion, illusion of life.
Like goosebumps, hairs standing up straight,
demonstrate the effect of this transmission.
Go ahead and deny it, try it.
The facts speak for themselves.
This Poetry thing is highly over rated,
super charged inflated, they kind of really hate it.
There's just no time to debate it, so just fake it.
Or better yet create it, one of your own,
that you can bring home, to Mom.
To hang on the outer door of your refrigerator.
Peace !
Re: i dont "get" poetry
Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 5:16 am
by AnonymousMadScriber
Television Is The ENEMY !!
The Televison has become the enemy !
It's easy to see if your in
tune with reality.
The actors are all boring, whoring on all our time.
They read the teleprompting lie for the all seeing eye.
To program the masses to march in a single line.
The allegory within the story tricks a common mind.
So don't be fooled when your up, sipping on your coffee..
Absorbing all the bullshit, they'll twist the Truth like toffee.
So people of Earth turn off your television today.
And learn to live life in a more natural kind of way.
Because listening to the television will only harm your psyche,
You'll end up funding more wars, and buying only Nike .
You'll donate all your money$ to fight diseases they have created,
to feed people we're told we hated, wars that weren't debated.
They'll charge the World a
green tax, while they chemtrail in our skies !
While the toxins burn the eyes, bio warfare in disguise !! OPEN YOUR EYES !
or inhale this...
Above indicates the response of these "Nano" fibres to various Electro Magnetic radio waves.
Re: i dont "get" poetry
Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 7:16 am
by AnonymousMadScriber
Rememberance Day
Awake from the concussion, dazed and confused
staring at the nights sky, the stars the drifting smoke.
The acrid scent of gunpowder and thunderous booms all around me.
I have had shrapnel flung into my body, deep rips of flesh, torn.
What have I died for ? To appease a whore ?
To pay the debt of currencies long spent ?
To pay the bills the MORTgage? the interest of living.
To have a job and not be called a "slob" ?
To go to school to learn lies as the Family dies?
To take, steal what isn't ours ? Permanent scars !
Fuck War !
Re: i dont "get" poetry
Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 9:25 am
by Trichome Indica
Re: i dont "get" poetry
Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2016 9:36 am
by Trichome Indica
So Empire Earth how's it going ? haven't dropped a Poem in awhile,
I was just thinking i'd stop on by with the hopes of making you smile
What's new out there on the Battlefields ? Are the good guy's winning the War ?
Or have all the Citz been convertred by Religion ? and Governments a nasty Whore.
Our next Epoch has been delayed because were all too busy getting laid,
or working bare boned to the core shovelling fuel to fire the war-
or living through our phones as the radiation penetrates the bones-
or does big Pharma got you hooked ? With some diagnosis that's been cooked ?
So what do
you see when you look with
your own eyes ?
Does it seem to you the "truth" ?, or does it seem to you all lies ?
Are you able to discern such a clever disguise ?
Perhaps these distortions set truths outta proportion.
Who will win and who will lose,
they say it's up to us to choose!
Brainwashing the masses through the N.E.W.S.
Computers can be hacked! In this game we lose.
Look high in the sky and ask yourself, Why ?
Then proclaim grattitude it will change your mood.
Open your mind to Divine Intervention,
so perhaps Humanity could avoid this detention.
- Peace - Love - Joy - Thank You -
Re: i dont "get" poetry
Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2016 8:58 am
by lightnessking.
you still playing indica
?
Re: i dont "get" poetry
Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2016 8:17 am
by Trichome Indica
Time Fly's
Butterfly's white butterfly's, fluttering about high in the sky.
Dancing with your mate, such joy you demonstrate. Fly beauty fly.
This joyous dance, immaculate romance has no consequence to consider.
Even tho their existence is so short lived, from April through till Winter.
So for their short time on Earth, they expend all their worth,
dancing in the breeze, landing on the trees and being at ease.
Embellishing every moment of life, avoiding unpleasent strife.
Having an experience of Joyous occupation, relentless celebration.
TIME
It's what you do with it that really matters, pitter patters.
If any knowledge is to be gained here, it is to be exremely aware,
And mimick fluttering butterfly's
Re: i dont "get" poetry
Posted: Mon May 22, 2017 2:15 am
by lightnessking.
What the fuck am I even reading.
Re: i dont "get" poetry
Posted: Mon May 22, 2017 9:41 am
by Trichome Indica
lightnessking. wrote:What the fuck am I even reading.
WARNING: Entrance may result in drop of IQ.