#gestalt - Hello Poetry

Cast your ballot for your party's running mates Strange bedfellows in Roman **** compromising positions Straining to see what once was Their original clear-cut goal (Even the hot sands of the Sahara becomes cold at night). Tarred and feathered goes the ideals Run out of town on a rail of policy. Politics of law Politics of religion Politics on every level No real friend’s only polite interests. Party politics in the bedroom Workplace And church Spinning ethics and morals To be fit for desiccation By whatever spider desires To make their web in Palace royal Church pious Courtroom solemn Family room secure Where only a sort of twisted gestalt Applies and the lesser of two evils is Often greater than the sum of the Two--the package being more Important than the contents. All that Is important is the law of the jungle. Tone-up poser muscles Groom rhetorical fur Sharpen intimidation fangs Demagogic rule being the rule of thumb Firmly planted where the sun never Shines because truth is exposed Only in the light. Plans made in the Nether regions of base instincts Where the true nature Of we humans reluctantly steps Out of its ancient cage nightly to Prowl only to return by morning to Have pure and honourable melodies Sooth the savage breast.

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Jul 31, 2017

Jul 31, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC

DanielTucker

Bring Your Own ***** to the Wild Political Party

Cast your ballot for your party's running mates Strange bedfellows in Roman **** compromising positions Straining to see what once was Their original clear-cut goal (Even the hot sands of the Sahara becomes cold at night). Tarred and feathered goes the ideals Run out of town on a rail of policy. Politics of law Politics of religion Politics on every level No real friend’s only polite interests. Party politics in the bedroom Workplace And church Spinning ethics and morals To be fit for desiccation By whatever spider desires To make their web in Palace royal Church pious Courtroom solemn Family room secure Where only a sort of twisted gestalt Applies and the lesser of two evils is Often greater than the sum of the Two--the package being more Important than the contents. All that Is important is the law of the jungle. Tone-up poser muscles Groom rhetorical fur Sharpen intimidation fangs Demagogic rule being the rule of thumb Firmly planted where the sun never Shines because truth is exposed Only in the light. Plans made in the Nether regions of base instincts Where the true nature Of we humans reluctantly steps Out of its ancient cage nightly to Prowl only to return by morning to Have pure and honourable melodies Sooth the savage breast.

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Once again, for the umpteenth time, you sit across from me in this empty chair I come with shame, head hung low, I can no longer bear God, how are you just sitting there, so unaware? You look at me, gaze ice-cold, pretending you even care Your eyes, ever so distant, lost in a silent stare I'm sitting here, shaking, with unspoken words in the air Opened my mouth, truth's glaring, but I just cannot seem to share Each passing moment, suffocating in silence, making it harder to declare That in you, my love, I’ve found all the answers to my prayer

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Feb 7, 2024

Feb 7, 2024 at 9:20 AM UTC

mirasdfghjkl

Empty Chair

Once again, for the umpteenth time, you sit across from me in this empty chair I come with shame, head hung low, I can no longer bear God, how are you just sitting there, so unaware? You look at me, gaze ice-cold, pretending you even care Your eyes, ever so distant, lost in a silent stare I'm sitting here, shaking, with unspoken words in the air Opened my mouth, truth's glaring, but I just cannot seem to share Each passing moment, suffocating in silence, making it harder to declare That in you, my love, I’ve found all the answers to my prayer

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The rain welcomed me, as it was I am to be thisgray day. Unendingly unraveling, seemingly, They are as the concrete, grey. My roots, always reaching The rich brown earth beneath, Stregthen my stride, As walking through them am I. To where or what, I do not know, For, discovery oflife is stalking. Yet, I'll be in the moment so, If and when, I can, I will fly. In each day I pray to be that I, What, where, how, when and why. So, though the Sun's light is masked, This night, that is their day, won't last. As, it's direction, clear and bright, does Glean through the clouded cover of their night. Still, this walk that's walking me, Is what reality is to be. And while these flaming embers glow, I'll walk this road with reality, so. Yet, to you I do entreat, If and when you two meet, Will you allow for the you to be, And not recede from reality? So, that to this day all that have gone, Leaving you this to carry on, Will have their potential realized as well, Let Evolution be the bell.

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Apr 15, 2019

Apr 15, 2019 at 3:06 PM UTC

reality

"... Not Just Dreaming ..., Again..."

The rain welcomed me, as it was I am to be thisgray day. Unendingly unraveling, seemingly, They are as the concrete, grey. My roots, always reaching The rich brown earth beneath, Stregthen my stride, As walking through them am I. To where or what, I do not know, For, discovery oflife is stalking. Yet, I'll be in the moment so, If and when, I can, I will fly. In each day I pray to be that I, What, where, how, when and why. So, though the Sun's light is masked, This night, that is their day, won't last. As, it's direction, clear and bright, does Glean through the clouded cover of their night. Still, this walk that's walking me, Is what reality is to be. And while these flaming embers glow, I'll walk this road with reality, so. Yet, to you I do entreat, If and when you two meet, Will you allow for the you to be, And not recede from reality? So, that to this day all that have gone, Leaving you this to carry on, Will have their potential realized as well, Let Evolution be the bell.

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Admire the mire Mind the matter But dont wallow in worry. For perception is pain. Duplication is devious. Smiles are sinister. Bring on the beginning. Endure unto the end. Darkest are the days. Nightmarish as the nights. Ghouls of old gestalt. Rise to revenge. Time is taken. Lord of lies.

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May 20, 2018

May 20, 2018 at 5:57 PM UTC

devin-ortiz

Alliteral Allure

Admire the mire Mind the matter But dont wallow in worry. For perception is pain. Duplication is devious. Smiles are sinister. Bring on the beginning. Endure unto the end. Darkest are the days. Nightmarish as the nights. Ghouls of old gestalt. Rise to revenge. Time is taken. Lord of lies.

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"He wanted to know about the sycamore tree and seemed to understand exactly what I meant when I told about the whole being greater than the sum of its parts. “It's that way with people, too,” he said, “only with people it's sometimes that the whole is less than the sum of the parts." - Wendelin Van Draanen, Flipped Look at me with those hopeful eyes with the belief that we can make it through lows and highs walk again with me, you and your untiring feet you made the past months more complete let's cross some more bridge together stay when one needs the other Lend me your hands and your arms and I will gladly accept to ease my qualms For I've learned that hands will just be hands and arms will just be arms but they become so much more especially when comfort and solace are in store I have not searched but I have found someone standing on the same ground Thank you for breaking the trope and for helping me breathe a brand new hope Even if there were a lot of people who were far less In the short time we've spent together, I can say you are one of the few who are far more... you are greater than the sum of your parts you are one beautiful whole

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Apr 25, 2018

Apr 25, 2018 at 1:10 AM UTC

kradlestrange

Gestalt

"He wanted to know about the sycamore tree and seemed to understand exactly what I meant when I told about the whole being greater than the sum of its parts. “It's that way with people, too,” he said, “only with people it's sometimes that the whole is less than the sum of the parts." - Wendelin Van Draanen, Flipped Look at me with those hopeful eyes with the belief that we can make it through lows and highs walk again with me, you and your untiring feet you made the past months more complete let's cross some more bridge together stay when one needs the other Lend me your hands and your arms and I will gladly accept to ease my qualms For I've learned that hands will just be hands and arms will just be arms but they become so much more especially when comfort and solace are in store I have not searched but I have found someone standing on the same ground Thank you for breaking the trope and for helping me breathe a brand new hope Even if there were a lot of people who were far less In the short time we've spent together, I can say you are one of the few who are far more... you are greater than the sum of your parts you are one beautiful whole

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This person Is the Gestalt consciousness Of beings both infinitely wise and foolish Entities of absolute good and evil Who, when encouraged to do so Summon phonetical hymns To invoke emotion in pure song These individual constructs While impressive in their solitude Fail in comparison to their unity Each a wildcard That, when played Become a wildfire of truth.

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Aug 5, 2016

Aug 5, 2016 at 6:43 PM UTC

devin-ortiz

Gestalt

This person Is the Gestalt consciousness Of beings both infinitely wise and foolish Entities of absolute good and evil Who, when encouraged to do so Summon phonetical hymns To invoke emotion in pure song These individual constructs While impressive in their solitude Fail in comparison to their unity Each a wildcard That, when played Become a wildfire of truth.

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What's your addiction? Computer or television? We're in a Gestalt on Google, Like well trained poodles, The land of Google glasses, Is it a blessing to last us? Is this the Prince of Air, I read in the Bible somewhere? Dimly switching on Google glasses, Edited agenda, the mouse passes, All like web trained poodles, We're in a Gestalt on Google.

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Apr 9, 2016

Apr 9, 2016 at 6:07 PM UTC

julie-grenness

GOOGLE GESTALT

What's your addiction? Computer or television? We're in a Gestalt on Google, Like well trained poodles, The land of Google glasses, Is it a blessing to last us? Is this the Prince of Air, I read in the Bible somewhere? Dimly switching on Google glasses, Edited agenda, the mouse passes, All like web trained poodles, We're in a Gestalt on Google.

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You'll be initiated, when you are ready. Life knows, and the initiation rites are waiting. Where you are holding, you will be broken. Where you've lost heart, you will be shaken. Where you are careless, you'll meet your neglect. What you are averse to, will be total and stark. What you are attached to, will be pried from your grips. Ignorance will be wrought with vision, a burning, to make you see. You are loved so much that you will be engulfed in the flames of loves fire, in order to ignite your own hearts flames, and fulfill loves destiny. Alchemical change will ensue, destroying you, to make way for new love. Licked by some Hellish ordeal, Ambivalence gives way to Engagement, Rage engenders Clarity, Anxiety becomes Inspiration, Apathy roars into Feeling, Melancholy imbues it's Depth, Licked by some Heavenly delight. Phoenixed, you'll fly, the hero of your own journey, wielding revelatory fire, with great Wisdom and Compassion, a Gestalt, anew. The circle closes, it is a spiral, to the beginning, of another Circle.

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Mar 17, 2014

Mar 17, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC

christopher-wallace

Initiation

You'll be initiated, when you are ready. Life knows, and the initiation rites are waiting. Where you are holding, you will be broken. Where you've lost heart, you will be shaken. Where you are careless, you'll meet your neglect. What you are averse to, will be total and stark. What you are attached to, will be pried from your grips. Ignorance will be wrought with vision, a burning, to make you see. You are loved so much that you will be engulfed in the flames of loves fire, in order to ignite your own hearts flames, and fulfill loves destiny. Alchemical change will ensue, destroying you, to make way for new love. Licked by some Hellish ordeal, Ambivalence gives way to Engagement, Rage engenders Clarity, Anxiety becomes Inspiration, Apathy roars into Feeling, Melancholy imbues it's Depth, Licked by some Heavenly delight. Phoenixed, you'll fly, the hero of your own journey, wielding revelatory fire, with great Wisdom and Compassion, a Gestalt, anew. The circle closes, it is a spiral, to the beginning, of another Circle.

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