"stupify" poems
Ear worms during zen prove that left to nothing, popular culture will take my attention.
So let them create their music: an evil in the Hadiths of Islam, and a degradation in the Pali Canon.
Music's flames burn away the veins and stupify the mind.
The heart is replaced with straw and the liver is poisoned.
Baha'u'llah said music is lawful as long as it uplifts the spirit.
But I say:
It eats the organs, toxifies the blood.
It makes me forgetful of liberation.
Its words are idols against the Path.
It masks the senses.
It trivializes reason.
It points the disposition into darkness upon darkness.
It deafens the ears.
It lightens the body.
It stammers the sense of smell.
It invades attention and enslaves the mind.
It dries the throat.
It displaces the sense of location.
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 2:42 AM UTC
Yo yo yo Check it mic one two!
Ima spiritually inclined mastermind designed ta blow ya mind with every rhyme! Filled with real emotions & mindful notions deepest than all the oceans! It’s like an explosion, to push out all the corrosion! Leavin you with all these riddles, not to belittle, but get in the middle! It’s so intoxicating, invigorating! I’m only just stating! The beginning to Love is when two people start relating! Now start concentrating! Hocus-Pocus! Don’t lose your focus! My words are about to swarm you like locusts! The meanin to Love, isn’t whatcha thinkin of! It’s nothing short of a miracle, deep n’ Spiritual! A way of Life Ritual! Keep it habitual! Un-conditional! There’s no expectations when it comes to relations! It’s always patient! Like some form of sedation! Embrace it and just face it! Don’t try to erase it! Look deep inside you’ll see Love is elemental, non-judgemental! It’s very gentle! Sentimental! Not just for rental! True Love never dies, even though it cries! It’s heart it cannot deny, only electrify! Stupify! And this is just the start, So look deep within your heart! Those three words begin the art! It’s the message sent to me from the Cosmo Memory!
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
To my followers ( though the numbers be few) I weep crocodile tears for you (dry as they may be) that you unfortunately didn't get to read my latest poem, "My Wife is a Sheep". It was barred. Censored. Monitored. Deleted. Not posted.
Oh the humanity!
Again I crossed some line. So I'll begrudgingly
acknowledge it, in a gun to my back sort of way, and apologize to the Hello poetry monitors. Why apologize?
I don't want the sensors, monitors - **** overlords, here at Hello Poetry to be angry and on a warpath out to get me. So I'm sending them each a box of happy chocolates telepathically to mentally stupify their minds and sooth them in their misunderstanding and assure them that my writings inflict no harm to them or to Hello Poetry. I'm a good buddy. I'm a friend... Love you!
Give us a little freedom of speech for heaven sake. After all, freedom of speech is an amendment guaranteed by law. Your not against laws, freedom, the Constitution, America are you?
I'm one of the world's last remaining shock poets and even I'm becoming extinct. You wouldn't want that to happen would you?
I'm an endangered species!
How can I reach full realization as a writer if I'm censured. How can I blossom and flower as a poet, and let my stamen dangle in the wind for the bees to land on and take away my gooey nectar (uh oh, could be a ****** reference -- Let's barr it, censor it, delete it, not post it).
Ultimately, how can I be the "go to guy" shock poet if I can't be shocking? When a reader wakes up and feels like a dose of shock poetry to start his day, and I'm not around, what will they do?
My advice to you Hello Poetry monitors is to go out and do something shocking! Feel it's rush. Roll around in its essence. Revel in its pump. Then you'll see. you'll be like me. Liberated. So free....now relax and repeat after me. I love shock poetry...shock poetry......shock poetry....
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 9:42 PM UTC