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Kenshō Oct 2014
Those chanting waves breathe the void!
Circling into mental quietude
Enter where the Lord of Form rests in a
Constant stand still.

Around that cyclic circle of life-fire
His minions utter noises of non-meaning
to praise the very notion of sound and being!

Chant, chant, chant to reveal this eternal
moment we all reside in showing love and
understanding regardless of who or what.

What level can you reach in your human form?
Can you touch the void with the form of fingers?
Chant yourself into oblivion and god..
Go beyond chanting.
Go beyond god.
Go beyond the beyond.
Touch the void where there is no longer perceiver nor perceived.
There you can reach the inner state of emptiness from
which all form comes from.
INSPIRED BY : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a-vBcPwi_iI
may be weird for some.
Deyer Oct 2014
My question started with Rives and Op Talk.
Only an idea at first, a spark,
convention that I can not help but mock
because spark rhymes with hark and bark and narc.

Write to make the bones of Shakespeare shiver
and this is awful but who is to say
that a young artist cannot deliver,
cannot produce a lyrical ballet?

It is not important. But it is special
because I cannot speak and speak and speak
and the world is not always so gentle
to warrant an outlook so very bleak.

Not all of the lines will always rhyme like
A sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet has to.
Henry Lane Sep 2014
Loving as an art form,
Brushes briskly bold and brash,
Transforms a blank canvas.
Its palette paints passion:
gleaming pinks, reds, then purples,
busily spilling onto the work of art.
From a hint of ****** flush
Follows a touch of blush
Leads into a flaunting of flesh
making nerve endings bristle.

While brushing aside dissimilarities
the imagery develops and disseminates.
As every dab and pat matters
Each patterns into something more than before
Strokes stoke the hues of emergence
Always colorful; never dull
Some shades of black and blues
Yet nothing's black and white
Turning some effects into silver
Others into golden memories

If open to influence beyond our minds,
Unhampered by concern or lacking confidence,
Each wave of the wand
Becomes uninhibited love energy.
While not always spotting the depth and the dimensions,
Our personalities coat our panoramas;
Our characters create our landscapes;
Our creations captivate our souls.
As child-like freedom promises,
A natural state of love and joy emerges.

Loving as an art forms
our dynamic duo.
Whether using oils or watercolors,
It manifests into wanting words.
It’s marked into body lanquaging,
Revealing tears and smiles,
Pleasures and plea-sings,
Triggers and treats,
Revelations and reveal-ations,
Understandings and underlyings
Fostering flow and creative sap
Loving becomes poetic portraits.

Breathing and exhaling
Expanding and exploring
Stimulating and stirring
Romancing the stone
Reflecting the pool
Remembering the rules
Two souls singing their tunes
Harmonizing
Mostly action and reaction
Give and take
Josh Alexander Sep 2014
Snake in the grass
slides stealthily
slippery through
the dry

c  u      d
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leaves

slithering its way
secretly 'round
through the red forest
with red leaves
and red trees
and red tape

He slithers quietly
Creeps and crawls
on his belly
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through Ferguson
he slides
Scraping the scab
of a fresh, infected wound
Stinging it
with his tail
his tongue

Snake in the grass
Slides smoothly
into Texas

Hex us Vex us
Nexus Correct us

to the cusp of reason
the the edge of insanity
Siphoning tight
in the barrel of their guns
salivating at the fresh prey
crawling in the distance

He's not so different
from you and I

He's just like us
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Tim Eichhorn Sep 2014
All
       We
               Ever
Needed
               Was
        To
Get
Together… and revolt!
A small tidbit from the political advocacy collection. To conspiracy theorists: note the "pyramid" form in the one-word stanzas
Pug Rollins Sep 2014
The smell of fresh cut grass that you have mowed
A lollipop with flavor painful, ****
The signal traffic has to let you go
A thumb on men who give plants great kick-starts

The middle of a rainbow, warm and cold
A long square with fuzz on a table for pool
The mark on the root of all evil that's sold
A moss-covered abandoned private school

The things you see once trekking through the woods
A pond lies ankle-high within this place
The bits of algae below where you stood
A frog that jumps in front of your shocked face

There still are many things we've not yet seen
Pertaining to the wonderful color green
I was reading some sonnets, and got inspired. Wrote about my favorite color and where I've seen it.
rsc Sep 2014
Show me your hidden face,
Quiet shivers erupting from behind masks,
Desirous of you to fill the open space,
And to question whether to demand or to ask.

Quiet shivers erupting from behind masks,
Tenacious rumblings of an unknown kind.
To question whether to demand or to ask
Would be a dangerous dance with the conscious mind.

Tenacious rumblings of an unknown kind,
Tables fleeing and chairs sent asunder.
Would it be a dangerous dance with the conscious mind
To let the labyrinth open and the curious wonder?

Tables fleeing and chairs sent asunder,
The costumes strewn on lilting lamps.
Let the labyrinth open and the curious wonder,
Get rid of the bed monsters and tummy cramps.

The costumes strew on lilting lamps,
Show me your hidden face.
Get rid of the bed monsters and tummy cramps.
I'm desirous, you. Fill the open space.
Kurt Kanawa Aug 2014
have you         seen everything
ever felt      everything at once
a blackout                   from hell
'cause that's         heaven's fear
how it                          feels real
feels to                           be alive
be without                      fear or
you or                      truly know
your love                       i've felt
can be read left, right, or all together.
Rayna Perry Aug 2014
Life.
It can go by so fast
That all it look like is just a flash.
Life.
It holds many secrets
It has many mysteries.
Life.
There are many successes and failures
Many times that make you wonder:
"Life,
What more do you have to offer?"
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