"knowers" poems
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at ****** are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love
beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average
but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to **** you
to **** anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect
like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock
their finest art
180k
There's a magnetism -
in the air, in the ground, in the eyes of the sun,
keeping gravity in check with the mind of the sun
to keep things in order with the heart of the sun -
outside of structure, inside of paradox -
circles, circles, circling the cosmos with blank maps and directionless compasses
Writing, writing, writing - to collect a volume of love and work and truth and play -
seeking nothing more than meaning, an answer to the eternal enigmas
- why? - how? - what is this? - who am I?
Coming up empty as a begger's hands
and as rich as the poorest soul inside the palace of enlightenment -
silent solitude in the meditation of the sun,
inner exploration through the thoughts of the sun,
exploiting the strength of the light of the sun -
all to gain a following of selfless knowers -
all flowing along the river empty endless,
holding together through the magnetism,
Praying for salvation come the other side of this life,
the Heaven, the Garden, the Utopian dream
The magnetism - unexplainable electron of consciousness -
the Universal It - the All in the One - the Whole -
the Source and the Body,
circles, circles, circling in orbit the mathematical patterns of Being,
within the question of the answer,
within the definition of "nothing", where nothing is still something -
Let gravity fall where it may, just as love hunts its prey
As law holds flaccid in the court of Cosmic Direction,
The hearts beat stronger during resistance than in times of rest -
pulled into existence past the veil of illusory doubt through magnetism -
That taste of creation, grand awesome beauty within delicate fingers,
playing piano silent in halls of endless imagination - infinity.
There's a magnetism - everywhere, there's a magnetism.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 5:56 PM UTC
I walked a summer day, warm and fair
Thirst my only burden, and lightly so
For all was light before the sun
I found a rabbit upon the ground
He lay on the soil, shivering
Despite the bright he grew cold
Beside him a hemlock plant was cut
I stayed with him till the end.
I sat in the buttercups and poison leaves
And spoke to him.
'I am sorry, wise friend, for you who knew all
Could not make a gambit of this weed.'
I lay him to rest and walked on, the thirst taking hold
And met a fawn, poison creeping through her too
Her legs shook, I held them tight
And spoke to her.
'Alas, many of you, wise friends have fallen to this evil,
On this wonderful day I feel nothing but remorse
A fear of what has befallen you,
Why did you not run?'
The fawn, sharp of eye and tongue, yet deep of heart
Said nothing, though her eyes were full of words
I lay with her and read her pity
'Til the very end.
Lastly, taking my throat in dry anguish
I walked on, the heat now unbearable,
The path lay ahead
With broken souls of wise thinkers
I heard, in my anguish
A hoot, and looked up
An owl on a branch who did not cry
But could not fly for torment
'Why have all these great beings fallen?'
I asked him, sour of tongue
He could not speak, but pointed
At the old forest, which was no more
In its place, fields of hemlock stood
Before it I could not, and wept.
'You see, dear human, our forest is gone
And with it our world and our souls
Your kind has committed what we would call wrong,
But you would call reaching your goals.
With nothing to eat, they fed on the stalks,
With nothing to drink, they drank of the sap
Great thinkers and knowers these walkers of walks
Are fallen at the claws of your trap.'
And with his words in my mind he flew from his tree
And fled the fields for the sky
Above me the mountains, below me the sea
My thirst was such that my eye
Sought out some water, but such was there none
Just hemlock, and that I did take
I drank of the sap and like them I was done
Like my own kind my life was forsake'.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
room for members only
inclusion to the party or left outside
for some reason, you’re not good enough - - - go away!
racks and rows of sorrowful pain come beating, like rain
in an endless circuit, it runs a spool
subtlety plays its wicked game of tug and pull, and horror is a resident in a dilapidated hostel
croakers dive into lucky packets, curing ails by tearing off layers of skin
these leechcrafters perfect the axiom, regurgitating sedatives to enact fever struck pattern
sawing bones into finest dust stream, disabling balm by wilting growth
only the knowers know what’s happening
keep the outsiders out
it’s a secret party - - - not all are welcomed
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 5:06 AM UTC
1.
The scent; amber
The color; pine
The touch; echos
The sound; blind
They are
All
of the senses
Intertwined.
2.
Sweet Robin, alight... takes to wing
Bruce's laughter, a booming thing.
Mark serenades, Michelle My Belle
Rog recants exploring tells
Scott japes, and keith's ad libs
Karen oh Karen, heaven forbid!
Artists Dreamers Escapists Poets.
Jesters Lovers Genius Knowers.
Alarmists minimalists
Extroverted introverts
Fighters flighters
Together
Loners
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC
Prelude:
From Fullness swathing, wake left
in wake of...truly, there is no passing
but an Emptying of Fullness.
...Needless to say, ecstatically
vibrating...you have all the blessings
silence can muster.
Could, I would...imbed this sky
in memory, self-proclaim its radiant
blankness upon it.
That I may be what I see, already
in memory of me, though I've come
to know and love...that any personal
touch, is yet an impersonal one.
Bless that which was drawn in, and
drawn out...lay the heart entire upon it.
We are the Knowers of things that stand,
and tilt by degree momently...we are
the Knowers of the last leg, lest it
overstep that which it's overstepped by.
Fit for us, as every other--momentously,
equally fit...the call to life is what silence
took as her deepest secret.
Nothing could wrest this burden from
her hands, for she loves it as her self...
therefore restores what she holds forever.
~Om Namah Shivaya~
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
I have walked all them roads that you told me I shouldn't,
I have felt all them things you said I shouldn't.
I have talked all them things you told me I shouldn't do,
I have felt all them things you told me I shouldn't think.
Now, in these woods.
Where the paths lead me to everywhere.
Astounded and blissful.
I rest to stand, till you join me again, my Love.
And, then,
It happened, the answer.
After such an endless wait.
For hours, days, months and years of being away from you.
Caught each time in the cobwebs of tripping on meeting my Mexican smuggler someday
To confess the strength of my love
But. It happened already.
I saw you.
I touched you.
I drank you.
Nothing has changed.
The peace is safe within your hairy chest.
You could not hold me,
While I wanted to squeeze you.
You meant, not yet.
It took me a while to understand the new you.
The solid you.
The you I lived with for these four years were the burps of my memories of a distant yesterday beside you.
I will let you go in grace.
Because I know nothing can change the peace.
And nothing makes the least difference in that intact a peace.
The world thinks they know you.
The world thinks they know me.
But it is you who know me.
And it is I who know you.
But we will never know that knowing.
Of being the sole knowers of each other.
I run in peace, my love.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC
( by the millions & billions )
||||||
come child the long walk day is here
we are not refugees
But free people
::
We are lovers
( & we SHALL love )
::
we are the humans
& hence Spiritual Warriors
:,
We will not exploit each other any more !!
//
We need no charity
( we are in no way dependent upon you ! )
So keep your **** meds for yourself
and shove your **** police state up your ***
)(
we are the people
The children of the whole creation
The mothers
The fathers
The knowers
The healers
::;
We have broken free!
We got some used razor blades for you !
)(
Little sentient songs
Drifting celestially
Holding hearts up to be
The mirror
The beauty coming forth
And penetrating
EVERY source of fear and sorrow
Holding you in REAL
LOVING ARMS
till strength returns
And
LO !
IT RAINS
and a new earth
Is seen
As seed of humanity
and the story continues
On & on
•
&
I LOVE YOU
Becomes a good thing to say
Because the love is pure and whole
And
Complete
And
The orphanage
Is gone
::
Useless
//
And the Light Shines
& we are unafraid
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 8:16 PM UTC
The coolest get cooler by the second,
The hot will make your heart melt.
The poetry is deeper when it's heartfelt..
The angry send a vibe to make the earth shake,
The depressed make you pity..
The sad will make you wonder why?
How do these different people bloom in the city?
Smalltowner’s with ambition no one believes in,
The humble great waiting for his door to open..
With no confidence to kick it in and play his token.
This game was made for all of us to play and win,
At some point..
Too many knowers and thinkers,
But no one begins.
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 7:44 PM UTC
Taking and giving
respect,
see once more the flaw in the flow
of knowledge,
weaponize a wall, ha,
who thought
a wall ever held a garden?
Honest,
it was a poor fellow, outside the wall.
Yep, no lie, if once there were
a tree
that bhor good fruit, full of words to wise,
knowers, after one bite,
sublingual receptors ready, salivate,
no waiting lick the dew from the cortex,
slip the tasting probe deep into that
sulci, there
just over the left ear, there,
scratch that itch, gentle
scritchy scritch scritch
are you truly experienced, impressed upon
the truth you seem to think
we all see same as you,
same optics,
same alchemical ATP to ADP energy source,
sunshine
comes softly through my window today,
I looked out after all,
saw you looking
through the old tear in the curtain.
Inside and outside are easily seen as unreal,
in certain pre-envisioned vessels
can't not, gotta say, must make, say do you see?
SEE, see me, see me, come see
the freak, come hear the mad man scream back
from the abyss,
don't come this way, getting out takes
all the time you ever realized
was wasted,
lying piled idle words that were high fashion,
back when
acid
tore the prudent stitchery my princess stitched,
while waiting, in truth, in truth, waiting
for the soldier boy, returning as the man,
who kept the peace,
and painted the picket fence white, to prove
I dreamed the valid dream,
and swore my children's allegiance,
-- PTSD, circa 1950, it was secret,
what broken men did to broken wombed men,
who broke the children,
fit them to the harness, taught them manners,
and how to carry a tune,
in time with the marching band, hurah hurah
- little light right then - see
dark days during semper fi why why why
last call, … no soul sits, all rise
or I black your ****** eyes, rise up, o men o'gawds,
ye gads, meet this in m'gut,
here here, to the dead and gone, who rule
our hearts and minds 'cause we be left behind.
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 3:09 PM UTC
life is vaporous
life is sleep and within life vapour I take a slumber
limbered keen and nimble I kip travels
unraveling lumber
the annual rings a lolling carpet
life is but a pencil sharpener
at my shoulder
a nap sacked boulder
peppered quartz for schemes
as an investor in dreams
i am larval
mumbling some verse nonsense
gavel for gorge
clouted by The Greats
the knowers who silk spin
the freedom of sleep and the imagination
into rule and bard
the thirsty claws of the snared dream
the shared laws that barter with hurt
even as though we know ;
'ignorance is no excuse for the law'
seesaw
we ****** not forward with our 'self'
we have a trust of 'no confidence'
and an obedience to follow
i am some frown of traveller
and a knowledge trawler
self-made unaware
an incomplete idiot with a knot of care
life is sleep and within that sleep i take my life
and with it
any the fool that follows
Apr 24, 2022
Apr 24, 2022 at 9:46 AM UTC
Ever one knowers
Every one see
And the thing is
We're only a year apart
And married to be
So why don't they see
That 2 times isn't a crime
I'm 17 he is 18
Now won't they calm it down
Trying to keep up apart
We'll that won't do any good
For that'll make me run
Now we get three days
Sat sun and Thursday we see
We text and we Skype
But this all feels a bit over bored
For it's not any of the parents
Making this punish
It's a long story to explain
Now there might be a baby to come
We shall find out in just a few weeks
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC
Teasers, itches wishin' scratches,
gentle dharma level reasons to be
attended to
now,
lest we forget
unget
ungiven sigils signifyin'finite
insignif-ican't sirs, if I can
sort the signal from the noise
-- pause, remember
watch something on the idiot box, oh yeah,
that reminds me,
here's the itch, that fully funcyanin' lie,
yellow and black warning with
magenta scars burn printed
RK Nexivm cult branded
pain proven acceptable
true children of pride,
humbling themselves,
to be the knowers
of the secret
meaning
brand name, rampaging stallion
roger out .-. -.- the code is RK okeh.
K being gone black, fade to black snappy,
tic click 256 shades from white to K
saturated all light absorbed,
out, black, night ink
itching to link
one thought to another,
peace of mind, itchless wonder
being the aim of artists intuition
given poetic licentiousness's final amen.
... now, I lay me down to sleep.
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 6:00 AM UTC
Heavy feet fall on the steps
outside my door. I cannot
let them in. They demolish
my mind as I try to stare
peacefully out the window —
passed the too same infrastructure.
It ***** with my mind.
The illness creeps in the corners of the
panes. They can’t find
their way in, but they know
I can see them. Fixated. They feel
my sheer panic. My understanding
is tainted by my watchers.
They feel my pulse accelerate and
laugh as my veins pump blood
toward their thirsty mouths.
Millions of teeth. Coming after
me.
I am eaten alive
by the watchers
by the knowers
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC
Little children
(DEATH)
..
Smell it
Feel it
(do NOT fear IT)
DEATH
---
Be friends
----
I am an old man
I've been from here to there
Up
Down
All around
---
I am the World
----
Gentle Dreamers
Seed of Eternity
Planted in Oblivion
---
In the high school Corridors
Lovers
Knowers
Strength of God incarnate
In in a dying nation
Staying Free
---
Needing only
EACHOTHER
--
--
--
An Old Man
Walks thru fields of children
Death is dead
It is the Power of our LOVE
reverberates
We know tomorrow
And go home
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 3:49 PM UTC
Encorporations, Liebling --
Weforms, y bubbles in being buvvles.
Ancient knowing, long sacred, hidden,
as with the legend of confused names,
Epimythiums accosting promethean bets,
day and night, eat your heart out, free
from regrets, satisfied mind, okeh, free
to act as agent
for lady liberty, here post feudal self,
as discovered in a canyon, much the same
as Sha'gri La from story, Havasu Canyon,
as home of a boy I knew, whose grandfather
had made peace, with good intention,
to remain in Supai until the end of time,
then, there come the missionaries, guessing
Victory in Jesus would rouse the innocents
to repent for never having imagined Hell,
as sure as can be made believe,
by **** sapien innocents,
never led by setters free,
into known uses
of old Eber clan ever words,
otherwise, still, small, breather thinking ideas,
whims like what if this is that, and we ready,
readers like think as fast as we can write,
as if we have been taught to dance
as when we drum along and dance
in mindful memorizational motivational wills,
to live the story we form as our weform agrees,
these are the realms of spirits, these are words
enough for the wise in any situation, sent, willing
to breathe, and feel, the whole wind working bit,
the smoke you may use, indeed, see believing
work out a salve for that itching ear, feeling
we form on-demand, at hand, at touche', indeed,
doing done, done did get done, this away from that,
back to the future,
through common senses used,
globally translatable
with Google Translate, using
copy and paste
of encoded letting out of dogmen,
from another mindform mingled
with mine, shall we
imagine Ancestory.com as a technology needing a lie,
to make believers
in what DNA can prove today,
if we go back far enough,
we were masters or slaves, and masters knew,
what slaves were not at liberty
to know,
without former knowers telling, so
dystopia ontological negative hope,
the princess and the pea, and me,
the wildass idea,
in the vineyard,
as the a sunbeam purpled
in a cluster
carried me
in a reverie
of poetic grandeur
indeed, into the afterward, ward after last.
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 5:07 PM UTC
.
A day like
All the rest
.,
::
we are simple
Single minded
Creatures of rites and rituals
Of formalities of form
We are the knowers of right from wrong
We are world healers
We bring the Peace
•. •
Today
( a day like all the rest )
Awaits
||
We shall prevail
Over our own madness
Or fail
And succumb to the lust
And hatred
And shame of our decay
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 6:51 AM UTC
Ya Know There Is This THING...
That TRULY STINKS... !!!
That Some Just CAN’T Resist...
The Bliss of IGNORANCE... !!!
And How It Now Functions...
In Today’s... Humans... !!!
It’s NOT All of Us... !!!
But There CLEARLY Are Some...
Who Think The Rest Are Dumb...
And Just CANNOT See...
THEIR Jealousy And Envy...
And... INCREDIBLE Lack...
of... Compassion... !!!
When It Runs In Blacks...
Some Resort To Guns...
Or REFUSE To Act...
With Respect For Those...
Who Are Quick To EXPOSE...
How Their Ignorance Flows...
Because They Hate To Be Told...
How It Is That They Roll...
So Choose To Behave...
Like A TRAITOROUS SLAVE... !!!
Whose Brotherly Love...
Becomes A Thing That STUNS... !!!
When They Cannot Agree...
To Just... DISAGREE... ?!?
And Show RESPECT...
Instead of IGNORANCE...
Especially When...
Their Attempt To Be Friends...
Proves To Be A LIE...
That They HIDE BEHIND...
Because of Their PRIDE... !!!
So Of Course They Then TRY...
To DISTURB Your CHI... !!!
..... INCESSANTLY..... !!!
By Using Moves...
Like... Ku Klux Guys...
And Even Wives...
Choose To Stand Behind...
These IGNORANT Types...
Who Are TRULY SLY... !?!
You See Ignorant Minds...
Let Friendships DIE... !!!
Because of Vibes...
Where Their Thinking Incites...
The Type of Fights...
That Children Like...
Or The HATEFUL Type...
That Drives Racist Whites... !!!
But This Also Applies...
To... ALL Skin Types...
Within Our Human Kind... !!!!!
It’s A Flaw That You Find...
In The KNOW IT ALLS...
Who Seem To Ignore...
That’s Right Their Own Flaws... !!!
Always Running Their Jaws...
With The Type of Talk...
That Makes Them Squawk... !!!
Just Like Chickenhawks...
Or... Foghorn Leghorns... !!!
The Type of Jokers...
With Standards Lower...
Than Donald Trump Voters... !!!
Constant BOASTERS...
And YES ALL KNOWERS...
Whose Ignorance Smoulders...
And Burns Away...
WITHOUT ANY SHAME... !!!
The Type Who Make Claims...
That Real Fakes DON’T MAKE...
Imma' Say That AGAIN...
The Type Who Make CLAIMS...
That REAL Fakes Don’t Make... !?!
Always Trying To Do Good...
But Look Under Their Hood...
And What You’ll Find...
Are HYPOCRITICAL Vibes...
That They Choose To DENY... !!!
TRULY... INCREDIBLE People...
Who Define The Word Feeble... !!!
In The DEEPEST Way... !!!
But DON’T MISTAKE...
These Words I Say... !!!
As Meaning That They...
Don’t Make Their Way...
Within This Life...
Because Many Have Wives...
And Have Yes Bred Child...
And Have Built A Life...
Where They’re Living Alright...
What I’m Saying Is THIS...
They EXHIBIT Things...
In How They Think...
That You SHOULDN’T Dismiss... !!!
Because There’s...
Something AMISS... ?!?
In People Who ACT...
Like They Shouldn’t Retract...
Or... Apologise For...
The Type of Talk...
That Runs From Their Jaws...
That Is... WEAK And FLAWED... !!!
That Helps Them To Function...
Like Some Kind of PUNK... !!!
Who CLAIMS To Deal In LOVE... !!!
When Their Form of LOVE...
Truly STINKS Like SKUNKS... !!!
Like The Skin They Live In...
That Embraces THIS THING...
That Is Simply THIS...
“ The Bliss of Ignorance “...
Aug 31, 2021
Aug 31, 2021 at 1:10 AM UTC
Point a political gun
At your friend
Demand to know
What went where and when
Formulate your argument
But like Marty put it
The time circuits are bent
I can't calculate it
Beware the knowers
Like Bukowski said
They'll tell you your fine
When you're already dead.
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 12:14 PM UTC
//// ||
|||| • \\
<>
SHE
dream the reality into a dawn
We are the people
We are the strong
//
We gather when and where we must
We gather NOW or
--- not at all
We are the MANKIND
--- angel true
We are the sacred
We shall not fail
|~~|
SHE
//
We do what we are here to do
We are NOT these putrid ***** slaves
Talked about in the New York Times !!
( which I see the spell check has deemed so holy
it must be -- capitalized )
SHE
We are the human hence the free
The knowers
Healers
Lovers
We
Are the only
Truth
We need
We see all lies and do erase
We wash the dirt from off the FACE
We walk the road and we embrace and take
All the lovely children home
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC