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Apr 2013 raðljóst

September

The modern battle
     Of science and art,
Takes up space,
     Within my heart.

The beauty of rebel symmetry,
And lines in every direction,
Commands equal attention from me,
As the brain's constant connection.

But, suppose, they ever did combine...
Possessing traits from the art and science mind,
To successfully dominate
                                both their kind.

June 2011.

Apr 2013 raðljóst

Blur

Apr 2013 raðljóst

September

Blur

Lazy day away with me
Soft rocking into the sheets.
If I am to you, what you are to me:
We, combined, true vanity.

Guilty.

Damon Albarn, you can really make me miss a guy. March/25/13.

Apr 2013 raðljóst

Lover's Full Stomach - Haiku

Apr 2013 raðljóst

Garrett

Lover's Full Stomach - Haiku

I'm gonna *****
all of the butterflies from
lover's full stomach

Apr 2013 raðljóst

Her, in your Head.

Apr 2013 raðljóst

Garrett

Her, in your Head.

She sticks to your skin like sleep on leather
She's potent as gin and light as a feather
She's spending the night in your temporal lobe
She'll dance in your head, in her sequin robe

A craftsman of fantasy
Your minds beautiful synergy
She's a brainwave
****** electricity

She makes cave paintings on bones
Her pictures mystic and unknown
So much like primitive nature
Running over with every tone

Your mind is domicle to her
Your mind is canvas to her
She grows like wanted weeds, like the clung dirt on seeds
She crawls the minds walls, She's vines all in a sprawl

She's your minds mistress
Making mental mischief
Thoughts you have are her's through you
She's there like glue to intrigue you

Not one of my better poems, but a combination of a love for amateur neurology and having writings concerning women.

Apr 2013 raðljóst

Deformed

Apr 2013 raðljóst

Garrett

Deformed

Look at him
A pile of limbs
One hunk of flesh
He pulsates with blood

He's nowhere near human
He's a beast
Carrying burden
The privileged burden

Such is a privilege
To be morphed
Entangled
Intertwined

He's hideously deformed
Carrying a part of her
With him
Everywhere

She won't ever fall off
She won't melt away
She won't be cut off
He doesn't want her to

It makes him marked
An Elephant Man
Grotesque
To those who can't understand

Hundreds of us
Walk the streets
In plain sight
Deformed

When he's most alone
He looks to a tumour
He looks to a scar
Knowing "That's where you are"

When he's most at home
She starts to sink
Into his skin
To be closer to him

When he's said and done
When he's ready to stop looking
At his weaved flesh and bone
He'll keep her inside

Stowed her away
To fester inside
To let him walk
Free of deform

In the hopes that
Someone else could be so lucky
As to let themselves sink
To mangle themselves upon him

Let it be that he
Deforms
Just as he let himself be
Let them mark one and other

So that
They won't ever fall off
They won't ever melt away
They won't ever be cut off

Look at them
A pile of limbs
Two hunks sew flesh
Their hearts pulsate together

Took maybe 15 minutes. "The Thing" meets romance.

Apr 2013 raðljóst

Freckles.

Apr 2013 raðljóst

Garrett

Freckles.

What's usually blemished considered a sin
Your accent marks on porcelain skin
Each crafted by caring clean hands
Crafted like a Persian Carpet
Each imperfection intended
So imperfectly perfect
Rich, pale, silk tapestry

Lily pads that dot a foreign river
Falls last leaves on Winters first snow
Paint splattered on white canvas
Each inch speckled
Every crevice freckled
I'll find each one you wear

The Astrology of your body
Making constellations with my finger
Your back is Gemini
Orion on your shoulder
Leo for your inner thigh
Serpens, Sextans, Ursa Minor
Late night skies for lonely eyes

Yeah, I dig freckles.

Apr 2013 raðljóst

Give Me Someone

Apr 2013 raðljóst

Garrett

Give Me Someone

Give me someone
Who I want to write about
Every single day
Every week
Every month
Deserving of a book
A syllabus of poetry
A bound book of affection
And use this account as a monument
Of unspoken words and feelings
I'll never tell her
Not one word
Not until its most important
Not until it's full
Not until she would need a lifetime
To read it all
Not until it's love
So when she finds it
She checks it
Every month
Every week
Every single day
In a state
Of constant update
A feeling never unwritten
A thought never undeclared
Give me someone
I want to write about

This concerns nobody in specific, unlike most of my other work. I think thats the idea.

God I'm a *****

Apr 2013 raðljóst

The Mystic

Apr 2013 raðljóst

Anubis the Philosomancer

The Mystic

All it takes
to be a Mystic
is to be willing
to take mental risks
for a chance at greater understanding;

All it takes
to be a Mystic
is to delve into the Void,
come back with some new thing
and share that thing with the World;

All it takes
to be a Mystic
is to be sensitive
to one's own Path
reminding others of theirs;

All it takes
to be a Mystic
is to not be afraid
to defy your Time, peers and Culture
to bring forth the Divinity inherent in everything;

All it takes
to be a Mystic
is not not be deterred
by what you are told, but instead
to be guided by what you feel truest in yourself;

All it takes
to be a Mystic
is to be able to interpret
and take things symbolically,
Mythos and Logos, synesthetically creating a new mutual Reality;

All it takes
to be a Mystic
is to be willing and able
to be a Prism for the Divine;
to purify the Mirror of your being;

All it takes
to be a Mystic
is to be Artistic; Creative and Imaginative,
not that the Mystic must be an Artist, or that any Artist is a Mystic,
but that the Mystic is most naturally expressed through the various Artistic mediums;

To be an example for the masses
of just how the many are One
as One is truly the many
and thus All is Divine:

How the Universe itself
and all it's inhabitants
are the expressions
reflections and
manifestations
of the Godself;
An illusion,
A Dream:
Godself
and self
is One.
--
All is a Chapel of Sacred Mirrors
divided by Mind
into Self and Other,
but all is truly Godself:
Collective Unconscious and Personal Conscious,
Brahman and Ātman,
Godself and Self;
One in the same.

Tat tvam asi.

All it takes
to be a Mystic
is to be willing and able
to look inward and learn:

Godself and Self;
One in the Same.

70 lines.

Further Reading:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/chapel-of-sacred-mirrors/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/maya-1/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/unity-9/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/entheogen/

Apr 2013 raðljóst

Psychological Struggles

Apr 2013 raðljóst

Nicole

Psychological Struggles

Ever wonder what someone's sadness feels like?
Ever really see that there's a huge difference between theirs and your own?
What you understand as depression, may only be a blue day for another.
I suppose that's why we can't relate to all poetry,
Or truly understand much of it,
To its cold point.

How can we be predispositioned in good,
While surrounded by so much evil?
Call it human nature;
No such thing as corruption,
Instead it's all about purification.
Daily struggles, testing our patience and ability to remain on a steady path.
Each successful decision resulting in a step closer to personal sublimation.

So what if dreams are reality,
And reality is just the dream?
Who's to say life is what it seems,
And that dreams are only mental representations of our inner desires?
Life's a withdrawal and dreams are the drugs that stop it,
Yet equally prolong it.
Then you wake up again.

Not quite sure of this. Probably not written well at all. But these are thoughts I've been experiencing over the last few days. Nothing really makes a whole lot of sense, and psychology and daily life are giving me different perspectives on things.