"gom" poems - Hello Poetry

After the first sleep comes the second morning, the realm of meditative calm, gifts we forgot we left ourselves, in the time that time forgot, in the lands we left behind. In Tibet, the most skilled monks cover great distances using the mantra of the Lung Gom, a rhythmic matrix leap. i use a car or my memory to achieve the same. As a child i captured fireflies from my grandmother's back yard, holding them captive in a jar until they proved themselves, making me their Gom Jabbar. Now later along i feel the vibration of life in my car as i drive. i have no wish to synchronize with it. My rebellious days are mostly over, or few in number. My subconsciousness has accepted my inevitable death. That is alignment enough, nature's Gom Jabbar to my neck, regardless of what i prove before: like the fireflies in the jar... like the death rattle of my car... like the memories i sought, struggling against union, fearing the Gom Jabbar, mouthing the Lung Gom.

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Dec 1, 2013

Dec 1, 2013 at 10:12 PM UTC

derek-yohn

Mouthing the Lung Gom

After the first sleep comes the second morning, the realm of meditative calm, gifts we forgot we left ourselves, in the time that time forgot, in the lands we left behind. In Tibet, the most skilled monks cover great distances using the mantra of the Lung Gom, a rhythmic matrix leap. i use a car or my memory to achieve the same. As a child i captured fireflies from my grandmother's back yard, holding them captive in a jar until they proved themselves, making me their Gom Jabbar. Now later along i feel the vibration of life in my car as i drive. i have no wish to synchronize with it. My rebellious days are mostly over, or few in number. My subconsciousness has accepted my inevitable death. That is alignment enough, nature's Gom Jabbar to my neck, regardless of what i prove before: like the fireflies in the jar... like the death rattle of my car... like the memories i sought, struggling against union, fearing the Gom Jabbar, mouthing the Lung Gom.

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Die donker dans in daai kind se oe kyk *** die duiwel om hom draai en walts met die doodsdonker nag op die ritme van sy swak hart. Die kind se swak hart natuurlik bosluis die duiwel hom toe op die bloedjie se bloed tot sy are net gal spoeg. Tant San se hy speel met vuur... en sit op die doringdraad tussen hierdie span en die ander wie hy altwee lelik speel. Oom Jaap se hy snuif hom slim die gom is maar om sy hart weer aanmekaar te plak en die spirits vir die graffiti op sy spirit en sy soul maar mens praat nie so van God se kind nie die laaitjie praat met engele en gaan eerder hemel toe as jy... want geen mens gan tweekeer hell toe nie. Hy wag net om te dooi... Sjame , die arme kind.

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Oct 26, 2014

Oct 26, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC

pieter-andries-christiaan

Daai mooi kind veroordeeld

Die donker dans in daai kind se oe kyk *** die duiwel om hom draai en walts met die doodsdonker nag op die ritme van sy swak hart. Die kind se swak hart natuurlik bosluis die duiwel hom toe op die bloedjie se bloed tot sy are net gal spoeg. Tant San se hy speel met vuur... en sit op die doringdraad tussen hierdie span en die ander wie hy altwee lelik speel. Oom Jaap se hy snuif hom slim die gom is maar om sy hart weer aanmekaar te plak en die spirits vir die graffiti op sy spirit en sy soul maar mens praat nie so van God se kind nie die laaitjie praat met engele en gaan eerder hemel toe as jy... want geen mens gan tweekeer hell toe nie. Hy wag net om te dooi... Sjame , die arme kind.

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Jun 23, 2015

Jun 23, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC

I have examined the concept of eternity It does and does not go Put more plainly A battle of tos and fros ***** headed cosmos ***** strings strung into dark matter Woven wormholes Like to have seen you all here before Forgive me if I'm not surprised Forgive me if I'm not moved By anything but the struggle to comprehend The actual effort to collide with thoughts The manifestation of compassion When there is so much blackness ******* on blackness It's a miracle anything survives at all It's a god **** error of probability That a few muscles can upturn lips To a smile or a kiss A ******* travesty of galactic proportions That light was allowed to break the curve Speed into my eyes Blasphemous tears So beautiful Wretched waste of a soul Touch your forehead And be blessed Touch your heart And be God Touch the earth And be gone Blahblahblah Bah baggum gom baggum Waste of waggum wu Shocckou ta cocmutu Quasaratus ben voyutan Vesu ta eturnas u ves obsidas Obsidas yet obsidas That's what she said.

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Nov 17, 2014

Nov 17, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC

jessiah

Nothing part IV point 0

I have examined the concept of eternity It does and does not go Put more plainly A battle of tos and fros ***** headed cosmos ***** strings strung into dark matter Woven wormholes Like to have seen you all here before Forgive me if I'm not surprised Forgive me if I'm not moved By anything but the struggle to comprehend The actual effort to collide with thoughts The manifestation of compassion When there is so much blackness ******* on blackness It's a miracle anything survives at all It's a god **** error of probability That a few muscles can upturn lips To a smile or a kiss A ******* travesty of galactic proportions That light was allowed to break the curve Speed into my eyes Blasphemous tears So beautiful Wretched waste of a soul Touch your forehead And be blessed Touch your heart And be God Touch the earth And be gone Blahblahblah Bah baggum gom baggum Waste of waggum wu Shocckou ta cocmutu Quasaratus ben voyutan Vesu ta eturnas u ves obsidas Obsidas yet obsidas That's what she said.

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Tekenen is mannelijk gemakkelijker dan rekenen in de les heb ik niet opgelet maar wel wat moois op mijn papier gezet wat heb ik dan geleerd *** je met potloodkrassen je maag omkeert en met je gom dat allemaal weer wit kan wassen Er zijn geen fouten op het blad niet de pijn die ik bij falen had en voelde, pijn die nogal kras door mijn voorhoofd heen krioelde Ik wilde enkele maar bedekken wat ik maakte, wat ik zag wat mij kraakte, met een lach Ik wilde enkel maar verbergen liet oordelende ogen mijn lieve leven tergen Nu ben ik terug, de handdoek naast de ring gesmeten, van mij afgebeten en gezegd nee, joh, mijn tekeningen zijn niet slecht Jouw reactie is niet waar het mij om ging.

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May 17, 2019

May 17, 2019 at 6:47 AM UTC

Daan

Naïef

Tekenen is mannelijk gemakkelijker dan rekenen in de les heb ik niet opgelet maar wel wat moois op mijn papier gezet wat heb ik dan geleerd *** je met potloodkrassen je maag omkeert en met je gom dat allemaal weer wit kan wassen Er zijn geen fouten op het blad niet de pijn die ik bij falen had en voelde, pijn die nogal kras door mijn voorhoofd heen krioelde Ik wilde enkele maar bedekken wat ik maakte, wat ik zag wat mij kraakte, met een lach Ik wilde enkel maar verbergen liet oordelende ogen mijn lieve leven tergen Nu ben ik terug, de handdoek naast de ring gesmeten, van mij afgebeten en gezegd nee, joh, mijn tekeningen zijn niet slecht Jouw reactie is niet waar het mij om ging.

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