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Pariah
Number of posts : 117 Age : 60 Location : Rainforest, USA Reputation : 0 Kudos : 0 Registration date : 2008-05-23
| Subject: Being, etc. 10th August 2008, 23:14 | |
| Being The rhythm of ancestors’ drums beat in our hearts, swinging arms, pounding feet. Sacred circle we breathe, faces turned to the sun. Ancient dancing beat, sky, land and water of this we are! Smoke curling into the sky, connected eternally on the wind, in the becoming, still.
Focus The scars run as deep as the pain but Adam’s seed lies deeper still on this bed of moans seeing things through this greasy lens of pain causes me to look deeper beyond my shaking hands and the desperate rasp soon the pills will dull the acidic ache of long-broken bones and the scars that hold me in can you see beyond Satan’s evil brandings God’s gentle man – this “WHO” I became? | |
| | | Doc Mike
Number of posts : 2102 Age : 59 Location : Earth Reputation : 3 Kudos : 308 Registration date : 2008-05-24
| Subject: Re: Being, etc. 11th August 2008, 07:12 | |
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| | | terry
Number of posts : 2498 Age : 69 Reputation : 1 Kudos : 263 Registration date : 2008-05-30
| Subject: Re: Being, etc. 11th August 2008, 20:11 | |
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| | | Brianna Admin
Number of posts : 2402 Age : 53 Location : Southeastern PA Reputation : 14 Kudos : 182 Registration date : 2008-05-23
| Subject: Re: Being, etc. 13th August 2008, 06:50 | |
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| | | mustang302
Number of posts : 1806 Age : 58 Location : cibertron Reputation : 5 Kudos : 253 Registration date : 2008-05-23
| Subject: Re: Being, etc. 13th August 2008, 19:23 | |
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| | | Synergy
Number of posts : 90 Age : 60 Location : Rainforest USA Reputation : 3 Kudos : 63 Registration date : 2008-10-09
| Subject: Re: Being, etc. 3rd February 2009, 04:30 | |
| Normal Trying to be normal in a world of pain is like trying to make a Jag x-j 6 out of a '79 Datsun Put on the mask, hide reality the decisions we make and those made for us as terrible fate metes out it's yeas and woes the new old me, knew me when I was the old new me but now the heavy chains of pains wounds you cannot see are nothing more than holes, big and small that let little bits of light out shining like a crazy-diamond sparkle in God's eye The "new normal" that mocks in the mirror what is truth? memories of before? creased with use yellowed and faded what do they mean? Framing the world with an inbalanced brain a new prime directive -- "better living through better chemistry"? Hook line and sinker we have been bought these vicious barbs in my flesh, the lines of entrapment come in little bottles plant a seed, grow a felony like a circle-jerk of monkeys ears in other's fingers set up heroes of the new order captured with fauxtography tails wagging dogs tell me, what is crazy and how is normal? | |
| | | terry
Number of posts : 2498 Age : 69 Reputation : 1 Kudos : 263 Registration date : 2008-05-30
| | | | Synergy
Number of posts : 90 Age : 60 Location : Rainforest USA Reputation : 3 Kudos : 63 Registration date : 2008-10-09
| Subject: Re: Being, etc. 24th March 2009, 04:29 | |
| in significance The night will turn to day and then fade away, what is the meaning of this? And how small and still in the great, spinning universe I seem! Yet, I am the same as the glory of the morning that soon too, will fade. What is this feeling that grips like a wet boot, refusing to be put off? The face of a friend, shining in youth, glorious in the moment remembered, this troubling thought that it all is chemicals and electricity with no meaning! What is that fleeting feeling, this empty, yearning ache? Oh, I wish I could just know what this is, this half-remembered shard torn from my mind! How I wish I could lay hold firmly this elusive feeling! I don’t know why my face is wet, and sleep is not to be found… what is the trigger for these invisible scars? I feel so old and helpless… so worn out and useless… choking on bitter tears that I don’t understand. Is it loss? Anger? Bitterness? I cannot see the scars, but I feel the ache! I scream silently for no one to hear, I refuse to be consoled, to greet the day. I’m so alone in the night, so very small… and yet, I have swallowed the universe, and stars have fallen in my eyes! The path lies before me, beaconing me, and I walk on, always onward, to see what is over the next rise. For somewhere, there is the question I seek, for all my answers. And soon the sun will rise, and the river will reach the sea… and I will be a glimmer in God’s eyes and I will remember to forget these holes in my soul, these scars that hold me in! | |
| | | Synergy
Number of posts : 90 Age : 60 Location : Rainforest USA Reputation : 3 Kudos : 63 Registration date : 2008-10-09
| Subject: Re: Being, etc. 24th March 2009, 04:34 | |
| Odyssey “Oi,” said the wizard sadly, with a tired, old look in his eye “My as well tell thee my secret be…humanity I don’t know what to do about the really BIG things and, well… like see!” (pulling up my wizardly gown to show a leg with clearly an ancient hole in it) “Withered wizard, hey?”
“And broken is hard no matter the matter and it does, you know, to me …ahhh broken is, broken be what a tangled web we weave but to deceive was never meant bent wings and broken eyes that see only dreams; not meant to fly
Fun is not fun for any one, if left out you be Friends, we may no’ see but veracity it is; a circle of ‘em riddles and rhymes all turn out fine and the answers don’t have questions it seems
but sometimes the only stitch is time the only bind, and outstretched hand, the balm. and even fraudulent old wizards are defunct in wisdom and action not all the kings horses, nor his men can put broken together, again.”
And clutching his magnificent cane splendored about with agate, onyx and sapphires he coughs weazily and rises woozily and turns sadly away Stopping to point at the beautiful shore across the Sea, the Great City her gates beautiful “there! There it will be revealed in glory! Him who holds the ways, Oh Ancient of Days!” | |
| | | terry
Number of posts : 2498 Age : 69 Reputation : 1 Kudos : 263 Registration date : 2008-05-30
| Subject: Re: Being, etc. 24th March 2009, 06:17 | |
| I don't much like pain, it takes much away from living like I used to. I don't much like being bipolar, I must always be aware of triggers so I feel as if I don't have as much fun as I did when I didn't have to watch out for it. But I will say that having had the car accident that brought on all of the pain and put the bipolar in the forefront of my life, these things made me a much better person. I am more aware of other people's pain and suffering and I care more about that. I see how very shallow and flippant I was before, my priorities were wrong, my anger misplaced, my idea of love was wrong. The pain and other disorders from the accident were a high price to pay for a very well learned lesson, but worth the price on my end. I am not sure many people in my place would have learned the humility I did as gracefully as I did and come out not feeling sorry for themselves. I have been given many more gifts in this life than any of the things that were taken away and the pain and confusion are a few of the small prices to pay for me I thank the Lord daily for all of the wondrous blessings he has brought into my life and keeps bringing into my life. I live simply and ask for little "Blessed are they with no expectations; For they suffer no disappointments" Although I do expect the sun to rise every morning! Sorry for rambling, I just try to stay positive as I can especially since I'm up at 3:15 am because I'm manic again | |
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