"friere" poems - Hello Poetry

our circles of right and wrong, fractured in absence of fickle zen, stand now across the sky diagramed on clouds in venn and smiling the grey blobs block the meteors; it’s love of life that may chain our bodies in the center of that shifty airy water space where waffles are gentrification and the hands we hold are separation and its happening everyplace we go. so to talk and act separately, is to deny that cloudy venn; to go where mind is scarcely fact and establish a dangerous distance cuz yesterday I meditated but today I must’ve particulated cuz I see we’re one big contradiction inside love that’s bound to mediation. friere would say this occupation is precisely our ontological vocation, but to subjectify ourselves at the very center of the venn is to carry a weight upon the column of my spinal cord unknown even to the days of my very best posture. yet, your resistance to the slump— it guides me to listen for the thump thump of distant drums: a revolutionary battlecry through which I extend my hand to hold yours across the waffled space which we’ve so ****** our heartbeat races through my mind.

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Aug 11, 2015

Aug 11, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC

jimmy-king

Escaping Zen Buddhism

our circles of right and wrong, fractured in absence of fickle zen, stand now across the sky diagramed on clouds in venn and smiling the grey blobs block the meteors; it’s love of life that may chain our bodies in the center of that shifty airy water space where waffles are gentrification and the hands we hold are separation and its happening everyplace we go. so to talk and act separately, is to deny that cloudy venn; to go where mind is scarcely fact and establish a dangerous distance cuz yesterday I meditated but today I must’ve particulated cuz I see we’re one big contradiction inside love that’s bound to mediation. friere would say this occupation is precisely our ontological vocation, but to subjectify ourselves at the very center of the venn is to carry a weight upon the column of my spinal cord unknown even to the days of my very best posture. yet, your resistance to the slump— it guides me to listen for the thump thump of distant drums: a revolutionary battlecry through which I extend my hand to hold yours across the waffled space which we’ve so ****** our heartbeat races through my mind.

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Everything is lying in me Decays between twilight and being dead All that can not be true But it damages my head With plausibility and anger I don't let myself loose Being free is insanity Here, on this earth, I lie alone at the moment and forever Strengthen myself To come clear with myself My consciousness lies On a pillow nearby in the shadow Without passion I shiver and freeze Past Past PAST blows the wind in my eyes and I look past Well, a tear whispers or do I only ask myself why not? The most miserable contentment Everything hangs near and is missed by me Equally Obfuscated [Verwischt-- Alles lügnet in mir verfällt zwischen Zwielicht und Totsein Das alles kann nicht wahr sein Aber schädet mein Kopf Mit Plausibilität und Ärger ich lass mich selber nicht los Freisein ist Wahnsinn Hier, auf dieser Erde, Liege ich plötzlich allein und für immer Bekräftige mich Um klar zu kommen Mit mir Selbst Liegt mir das Bewusstsein Am Kissen nebenbei im Schatten Ohne Wollust zittere ich Und friere Vorbei Vorbei VORBEI blässt der Wind in meinen Augen Und schau' ich vorbei Na, flüstert eine Träne Oder frage ich mir nur wieso sonst? Erbärmlichsten Behagen Alles hängt nah und fehlt mir gleicherweise Verwischt]

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Jun 25, 2019

Jun 25, 2019 at 1:35 AM UTC

sansara-justinovich

Obfuscated

Everything is lying in me Decays between twilight and being dead All that can not be true But it damages my head With plausibility and anger I don't let myself loose Being free is insanity Here, on this earth, I lie alone at the moment and forever Strengthen myself To come clear with myself My consciousness lies On a pillow nearby in the shadow Without passion I shiver and freeze Past Past PAST blows the wind in my eyes and I look past Well, a tear whispers or do I only ask myself why not? The most miserable contentment Everything hangs near and is missed by me Equally Obfuscated [Verwischt-- Alles lügnet in mir verfällt zwischen Zwielicht und Totsein Das alles kann nicht wahr sein Aber schädet mein Kopf Mit Plausibilität und Ärger ich lass mich selber nicht los Freisein ist Wahnsinn Hier, auf dieser Erde, Liege ich plötzlich allein und für immer Bekräftige mich Um klar zu kommen Mit mir Selbst Liegt mir das Bewusstsein Am Kissen nebenbei im Schatten Ohne Wollust zittere ich Und friere Vorbei Vorbei VORBEI blässt der Wind in meinen Augen Und schau' ich vorbei Na, flüstert eine Träne Oder frage ich mir nur wieso sonst? Erbärmlichsten Behagen Alles hängt nah und fehlt mir gleicherweise Verwischt]

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måske flyver jeg; fri svævende over en flammende jord med ildblå vingeslag jeg er en ørn, phønix gøg jeg kan ikke tæmmes, ikke fanges uendeligt; utæmmelig forsvinde sprede vingerne i dans over himlen friere, højere men hvor er mine vinger?

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May 30, 2015

May 30, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC

klara

JEG ER IKKE ET DYR

måske flyver jeg; fri svævende over en flammende jord med ildblå vingeslag jeg er en ørn, phønix gøg jeg kan ikke tæmmes, ikke fanges uendeligt; utæmmelig forsvinde sprede vingerne i dans over himlen friere, højere men hvor er mine vinger?

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