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Eros  Oct 2014
The Jade Elephant
Eros Oct 2014
I've been practicing lucid dreaming for a while now, and I think I've almost got it down.

(If you didn't know, lucid dreaming is kind of like dreaming, but with the lights on. It's very cool.)

The way it works -- or at least, in the method I'm using -- is by first establishing a "totem." I use the jade elephant you gave me for my birthday three days before it happened.

What you do is you alter your totem in a unique way so that it really stands out to you, incase you ever come across it in your dreams; this way hopefully it will jump-shock your mind into consciousness, allowing you to take the wheel.

I wrote your initials on the back. DN.

And I know you'd probably be thinking "why would you ever waste time perfecting a skill that will never have any practical use?"

You always were the practical one. But hear me out.

When I dream, it is the only time I get to see you.

You know, you've been gone for almost a year this Tuesday, and this jade elephant is all I have left. This jade elephant, and your initials. This Jade elephant, and DN.

I miss you, man.

And I don't really know how comas work, but if you can hear me, just know that I've almost got it down.

Soon, it'll be just like the old days.
I promise.
the goldfish sing all night with guitars,
and the ****** go down with the stars,
the ****** go down with the stars
I'm sorry, sir, we close at 4:30,
besides yr mother's neck is *****,
and the ****** go down with the etc.,
the whrs. go dn. with the etc.
I'm sorry jack you can't come back,
I've fallen in love with another sap,
3/4 Italian and 1/2 ***,
and the ****** go
the ****** go
etc.
from "All's Normal Here" - 1985
Kiamm  Aug 2014
CMD
Kiamm Aug 2014
CMD
now is the time to ALT your view;
SHIFT your perspective.
FILE away the things that made you you
and INS a new way to live.

forget about CTRL;
PG UP or PG DN.
i CMD you to find your soul
and put an END to that frown.

so, from now on, whenever you think of HOME
PAUSE, ESC and think of a new poem.
This is for all the IT geeks out there. I wrote this after watching Dead Poets Society for the first time, utterly inspirational.
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Your probably wondering why this poem is called J. It's because there aren't any Js
.                         A
                     Tiny hat
                My forefathers
            Humble beginnings
        I somewhat envy them bec
Ause then,they had their own styl
          E with self made values
          And rules not trying to
          Copy others but living
          in utmost grace and si
          mplicity.though I woul
          dn't want to live back;
          in those days,I respect
   The strength of my forefathers
   Their intellect and wisdom,yes.
Poet X  May 2021
DN
Poet X May 2021
DN
you are so beautiful,
a soul as pure as sunlight
and a smile that challenges even the sea with it's depth.

you have captured me and my heart,
a feat many have tried and none have accomplished.

you are the kind of person worth writing about,
a poem worth speaking
a song worth singing
a dance worth expressing,
a canvas i would love to paint.

i imagine being allowed to love you is alot like runners high,
or any type of high.
but this poem is far too long,
and i have promises to keep,
and miles and miles to go
before i sleep.
my first love poem in a while
˙qɹn ןpnsɥo so ɥıʇʍ pǝsdu ıu sʇbǝɐ ɥǝʇ
؛ɥʎʇ ɥıs bʇןuɯǝı ǝɔɥɐ ʇıɟʍs
˙pɐu ıɹbɐısudǝp ɐɯuoʍ ʇo ʇuǝɥ onʇɥ ıu ʎɯ ʇɐʇɥ pǝʎɐdן ıu ǝʇɥ ǝɹɥ ı duɥʎnɐd poǝu
˙bıɯɥʇ ɹɥǝ ɐpu ɐɥǝp buıǝɹnʇʇןɟ spoǝ s’ןoʌǝ ʇɐ ʇʇuıuǝ ǝɹɥ ǝbɹɐ
؛ןɐן“ buıʇdɐu ǝpuʇɐʇ
؛pǝʇdoıu npǝɹ ubıʞ pɐoɯuɯɔ ɹǝǝbɐ unʇɔ ʞsıdɹɔ ʞǝɐʍ ıu
˙ıubɹǝuɐʍp ןɐן ɥʇnoɯ
˙bnuɹsd ɹǝɥ
؛ʎɐɯ dɹɐʇ ǝnɹʇ ǝnboʇu
˙ןʌǝo ɥʇǝ ɹɥǝ
؛ɐpu u’ʌǝ sןsʇǝnظ spıǝɥ
؛ɐpu ɹsʞuqı qpʇǝ ǝʇous
˙ɐןʎ upɐʇs ǝʌןɯǝsǝsɥʇ ɥıs ʎןɐuʌı
˙sǝoןɔ ɯsɹɐ oʇ ʎʌǝǝɹ ןɟɐɐʇ ɥǝɹ ɯǝsɐןɟ npoןɔ pɐu
˙ɐʍʇɥ pıp ʇnbɹu ǝuɹnʇɹ dʎɐ supsǝuıʞ uɹǝpıɔ sɟɟnɔ pooqן ɐɥʇʇ ɯǝ ʍsoɥ ɹǝʍɟoן ǝssʇɹǝʇ ¡ɐɐsן ɯʎ
˙ǝʇsɐʍ ʇsɯıɹǝɥ ʍoɥɯ ɹǝɐdɹǝd ʎʍɐ nqʇ sǝןɐɟ ɥsʇı ɯoɹɟ sǝɹpoɹ pןoɔ upɐ ɥɹǝ qǝsɐ ʇoɟo oʇsp
؛ɥɐǝʇp ıbuɹʌı bɥnoɹʇɥ ıbɥusʍı ɐpuɥ oʌbuɯunı
؛ʎuɐ uıʇıɥʍ ʎɯ ʇo ןןɐ ǝunɹnʇ sɥıb bɹıunɯɹnɯ nʇoɥ zuǝɹɟo
˙qɹǝıɯן ɯʎ ǝʇɥ ʍuʇo ɹǝǝuʌ ʇnuɔ sǝɥɹɔɔɐu ɹo pɥɐu ɐɹpǝ ǝʌsןopıs ǝʇsoɹɹǝ ʎɹnɔouʇ
˙ı ʌoןǝ ɐɹɯs pɐu oʇsd ɥobnɹɥʇ uo oʇ sʇןɐ ʇoɟ ʇɐǝɔuǝɹɹ ɔɥns pɥɐ spǝo ssʞı
؛ǝppʎ ɹıǝɟ pɥɐǝǝɹɔ
؛uıbʞɔnɟ ʇɥǝ oʍɥ ı ¿ɹɟoǝǝq
˙suıɥsʞɹ ןןsɐɯ
˙nʇq ʎɯ s’ɹnǝʇdɹɐ ɔɥonʇ
˙dɐɹʇ ɐʇdɹ ןʇןsı ǝspo ıs“ ǝnʇɹɐu oɯsʇ pǝuɹbʍo ǝʇɥ ɐ uo
˙ʇı ǝɥɐʇ ʇsopǝ ǝıɹǝsp oʌɹǝ buobıןu ouɹ
˙ɐ ıbןuɟɐɯ ʇıs ɯʎ ǝɹɐǝb bsןǝ pɐu ou sɥǝ ʇuɯʇǝodı uǝǝpdp ǝɹɯo ɔǝɯɹɐǝq puıʞ upɐ ɥpsʍǝı ɹǝ’o
˙ısɹǝsǝp uoʍ
؛ɥʇıʍ sısqן upɐ
˙ɥnʇo ı ʇɥuɐ pıubןɐn
؛ʍoʇɹɥ so pɥɐu ǝɹod ɹɥǝ dnןɯ
؛ǝsnɟǝɹ ɥbnoʇɥɹ ssןǝdɐs npoouɟɔu oʇ op oʎqp ou ǝuʇ ɯʎ ɐ
؛ʞɔnss ʍoɥǝɹ ɐ ¿oǝןʌ pɐu ıɥʇʍ ıoʇu
؛ǝǝʇɥ ɹǝsǝʇɹǝp uqnɹ ʎpɹ ןnso pıbnןı ʇǝɥ :sǝɹʌıʇ ıu oʍɥ ʇɥɐʇ uı ʎɯɐ ɐɟıן
˙oɟ dssı ʞqsǝɐɹ uɐp upǝǝıɔnbsɔ dn
؛ʇuo ǝɹ’ǝ buɹoǝʌıɥ ʇnq uǝʇʌǝdɹ
˙ɐpןǝ ɐ upɐsʇnɥo ǝɯ
˙sǝǝɐspı uʇo :pɐʎǝʇs ǝɹ’o ɥɹǝ ɥıʍʇ oʇ ʍuǝɥ ɥʇıʍ bʇɥon npןʍʇo’ sʍǝsuןǝp
˙ɐ ɐuuɔıɹo
˙ɐ bbıuıɔuן ɐɐʍʎ noʇɥ
؛sɥı ssǝɐɥ
؛ɹǝssǝן pıbnǝ ɟı ǝoןʌ ʍıɥʇ ɯɔןɐı ”¿ǝɹoɯ
˙ǝbɐ ʇo ǝʇbɐɹ ǝǝɔuıpǝqo oʇ bɹɐǝǝ uoɯɔoɯ ɥʇɟɹoǝɥuɔǝ
˙ɟsuɯɔɹıo ɟoɹ ʞɥuɹns ʇo ǝoɹɯ ʍǝoqן bsɥo
؛ɔıbɐɯ ou ɔıʍɥɥ upɟno
؛pǝʇɔpɹǝı ʎןbǝɐןn
˙oɟ ɟo ısǝן os —ǝɐpɯ
؛—ǝɐʇɹɥ ǝɯ osɥǝʍ ɹo ɹʇısɟ sǝuoı ɔbɹuǝııd
˙ɐɹɟı ıbdsuǝǝʍ oǝʍɥɹ
˙ʇı ʇɥno pǝɹıdsuı ǝʍsʇ ɔɥǝɐ ʇo ןpnoɥs ɥqʇo
˙uʇǝ sǝpɥıɔ pʎɐןdǝıps ǝɥ
؛ɥoɹʇǝɔ sʇɥı nqʇ dɔǝpɹıǝ bʇuıןɥıub ubıןqɯʇɹǝ ɥıʍʇ ǝɹǝʌʎ ǝɥɹ
˙ɟɔǝɐ qnʇ pǝǝɥʇɹıʍ
˙ıpq buɹɐoıɹ
˙ʇo ɯʎ ɹqǝɐן sןɟǝsnɟɔ ɐ
˙ʇo ʇs’ɹɐp ɯǝ ʌoɹpsǝןǝ ɥɹǝ ظʎso ʎnɹɐbɹsuʇ
؛ɔuʇuɐo upɐ ʇsɯn pǝnsɟuoɔ sppıʇ ʇןsıɥʍ ʇɐsǝɹq sǝıʍd qןɹʇɐn sɐ ǝpʌɐıu ɹo
؛sʎnq ǝıʌɐן ɐ qǝ
؛ʇɯos ʎɟןıʇsɟ nǝsʌuoɐɹ ʌʎɹǝǝ sɐpʎ
˙sɯʍɐɹ dʎɹǝ ʍǝ pouɐsʇɥn pɐu
˙ʎɯ ןuɐɐɔps ʌsǝıʍ s,ʞoןo ǝɥs ǝʞıן uǝdsp ʎɹǝǝʌ ǝɹɟı ʇo ʇǝnɹsɔǝɹɐɥo nɥʇo buıʇןubı ʇo pǝıʇɹ
˙ɐʇ ʌǝɔı oɹןɐʌ :ʇ’ ɯʎ pǝɐʞu ǝʇɥ
؛ʎnɹɟ sʌǝǝǝןıɹ uoɐsısd ɥnboʇɹɥ sןǝʎsןɔɹɐǝ spıɐɯ
؛uı ɐɯu uʇnʇɥןɹqpǝo ǝʇsɐɥ ʇsppı oʇ ısǝɹɔ ɐ ǝɯɐɥs ʍɥɥɔı
˙ɟǝןı ɯʎ oʎظs po ʎɥʇ puɐ noʇɥ ןqɯuıǝ ʎuɔʌoǝ dʇuıo ןɐן
˙ɹǝɐʇɥ ı
˙ssʞı ıu ʇo ɹɯɟo ǝʎɹʌ ɥǝʇ dsןıɔ ʇosן sʇdɐ oɟ ǝıן ןɐן ʇo ɹnɥo uɥǝʍ
؛ǝɯɐʞ ʎʇɥ ǝɟɐɯ dןɔǝɐps
˙ʇʍɐɥ ʇs’ʎɐɯ uǝʍɥ ɹǝ’ǝʍǝɥɹ ןǝןǝʞɹɐɥ dn
˙ɹǝɥ ʇı ʇɹsʍo ¡ʎǝoq ןǝɟpıן ıɐp ʎʇɥ
؛oןns ʇsʎɯɐ ʎןɯɐɔɯ sʇɥʇnɥob buıuɯsnɔo ɥıɔʍɥ ʇɐɹp uıɐןןıʌ
˙ǝɹ’o ɥɹǝ ɐsǝɟן uɯɐ
؛ɟo oʍpnן ǝuʞsɐɯıʇ
؛buıןosʌıps-ןɐן ǝןɟɯɐ ǝɹʍoɥ
˙ǝɹnǝɐןsd ǝɹɥʇǝ ɐןן ɐsǝq ǝuʍɥ oʇ ı sɐɥ
˙sǝɹndʇɐɹ ןןɐ ʇןɯǝ
؛oɯqos nǝp ʇɥɐʍ pǝɐıʌu
˙uɔnʇ ʎɯɐqן ɯɯoɔuo-ɹɐbǝbq-ɹǝpıuɔ-ǝʇɹosʎ ǝsɔɔsns u’ǝʌ
˙pןǝıddɐ ʇɥsı ǝǝʇɥ ʎɯ ɔǝdıuɹ ǝɥʇ sɥǝ ʇusoǝ sɔınɟoıɟo ǝdʌɹo ɹo
؛sɯɹɐɔɥ uɐsɥb upɐ
؛ɯɹsdǝ puɐ ɥsǝ buıןsıɯ puɐsonɥʇ
؛sʇǝɯǝ ʞǝıן ʇɥɹıb ʇo ǝsssıʞ ʇo ”¿ʇoo sı ɥʇıʍ ɐ oǝןʌ ɐɹʇ ʎɯ ǝʌoǝpʎuɔ dsıן ǝɥs ɹuɟoןoɹ ʇɔnu

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