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M Vogel Jan 11
A heart  
that just wants
to be what it is..
without edit  needed,
to avoid punishment
or worse yet,
counterfeit imitation

So why not we
stoke up
the gaslight  flame
and color it all, empty
or count it all
to that of self gain
nullifying the good
down to that  of
everyday, commonplace
or that  of an every day
self-centeredness..

making
every single bit of this,
un-fixable
God bless us, everyone
preston Jul 2020

Within the need to survive
are the deeply laid tracks..
those, well-worn grooves;  
Carved
deep  in to her spirit--
    tracks.. laden in fear
    tracks,  of her tears
And the tracks of unfeeling
those tracks, were the last  to hear
one step more   encumbered,
with each passing year
My beautiful is 18
what could she possibly fear..
        (other than the passing
                   of each new year).
Beautiful and luscious
confused, (but so very certain)
in all that is  yet  to be known
        .. and in all that is in you
           that is yet  to be shown.
My young delight,  
is now fully grown
her sin, not yet made full--
her seed, still so very far
from being  fully sown..


I can see you in the morning
when you go to school
don't forget your books,
you know you've got to learn the golden rule,
Teacher tells you stop your play
and get on with your work
And be like Johnnie-too-good,
well don't you know he never shirks,
he's coming along..

https://youtu.be/xaGwEe1VqwQ
xoxo
Christian Bixler May 2020
amorphous
the vitality that exists
under blossoms
old willow May 2020
Human greatest fear, is the unknown.
To not know, or unknown, is to not grasp.
Humans fear what they cannot control.
Death, is human greatest fear.

Under heaven, no mortal can resist death.
A king would be overthrown;
An emperor would rot;
The world extinguish;
The stars dim;
Such is death!

Death, tiny yet holds an endless profound mystery.
It cannot be held, cannot be touched, cannot be seen.
The dead cannot speak;
The living cannot see.
How could the living see the dead that cannot speak?

Death is the mother of life.
Close, yet so distant;
For deaths give birth to life;
Life, then give birth to death.

Death is the cause, life is effect.
Life is cause, death is effect;
Causality, difficult to grasp.

Mortal, who bears the spirit of the living;
cannot grasp deaths.
Mortal, who bears the spirit of the dead;
cannot grasp life.

Heaven lent you a soul, Earth will lend a grave;
All debt is paid without seeking to repay.
The samsara of life and death,
Who can escape?

The soul, are to return to heaven;
The body, are to return to earth;
Who can resist?
The evil is dreaded by men but not heaven;
Evil and right, no different in its eyes.
M Solav Jul 2019
The mind at play is a rocking boat:
It goes along the flow of our thoughts
Between destination and arrival ports.
And on the boat we learn of causality.

The mind at rest is a quiet pond:
Its surface mirrors the world
As the edges are all withdrawn.
And in the lake we learn of unity.

The mind in a rush is a storm:
Waves collides in a frenetic waltz
Where one sees hills in eruption.
And in the storm we learn of identity.

...if we could get the vessel across;
...if we could face our own shape;
...if we could settle on the hilltops;
What more would be left for us to behold?
Written in June 2019 - for an exhibition in Peking.


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fearfulpoet Aug 2018
surrender and defeat,
my fated causality,
by mine own hand done in,
'twas the death I ordained,
when to the addiction of ego,
I did, did I,
concede and become another casualty
by mine own mind
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
A handful of dust, immortality
A portrait to age, immorality
A hungry lust doth consume, apathy
A conscience driven mad, insanity
Narcissistic soul buried, casualty
The capturing of youth, causality
AD Mullin Jan 2018
I’m a logician
A tic-tac-tician
Accountable to
Me

Bringing it day andor
Night
It’s time to get
Into My groove

Cause ... caustic ... causality
Tom waits for no one.
And the Earth died screaming while you and I lay dreaming
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