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or are you wrong?

(Germ figure)
No figure

 Umberdog wrote: 

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By Me

November 26, 2010

Life is about hunger,
feeding on a collective that abounds;
and balances of give and take.

Where we dream about

 

 

by Ebon lupus

November 21, 2010

 

There are dark pathways
we dare not take others down
into shadows that lie beyond the sun
where fear is our filter
for the light.

There are dreams that cannot be drempt
There are dreamers who cannot teach
There are islands of thought
in minds transcendental
of this single moment
of this happening.

Dark pathways
leading through grim forests of the mind
where chasing the trolls by torch light
kept the bridges safe...
until no trolls were seen again
for there were no trolls
for the light had cast them out!

 

 

I took one day for me;
just one day
from the frenzied, blur, and confusing daze
that fills most my time.

I took this time to sit and think
about the things I care about
and about the people I love;
maybe not as lovers, but,
always as best friends.

I took one day for me;
I took this time to sit and think,
a few seconds ticking by, reflecting
the world out there around me;
at how twisted and misshapened it is
with wars for seeming important things
cannot there be some other way?

I took one day for me;
I took this time to sit and think,
a few seconds ticking by, reflecting.

I thought about all the fear;
I thought about the hope;
I thought about the losses;
and the gains
I thought about the tears
then I thought on the things I care about.

I took one day for me;
I took this time to sit and think,
a few seconds ticking by, reflecting;
I thought about the fear;
I thought about pain and joy;
about how the sun always rises;
I thought about you... all of you;
I thought about dreams... and ghosts...
and then I watched the Earth lighted by the Moon.

I took one day for me;
I took this time to sit and think,
a few seconds ticking by, reflecting;
I thought about all the fear;
I thought about pain and joy;
and then I fell into obvivion,
until morning brought another day.

 oldviolin wrote: 
an ancient fir
in a kind of growing stasis
a thousand years
with oxidation withheld
bursts forth in heat and light
truths we are happy about
since the lightening struck
without that happening
we learned of life
cold and in darkness;
fear of the dark
begins in the light

 mem_313 wrote: 
God needs to be great
Beer needs to be good
And people walk a line between
up and, no, over here

 Umberdog wrote: 
unafraid of the dark
eyes seeing eyes all seeing eyes
source me
wade me
feel my soles on souls on muddy bottoms
gentle current rippling muscle and bone and blood
into watering chasms of assurance
seeing all saying all searing
fire light
warm and cindered and refreshed

God is great
Beer is good
And people are crazy

 oldviolin wrote: 
Always scrolling down
into the hopes and fears
of being.
of seeming to be
a dream
with throttle wide-open
catching stars in my whiskers
catching entire galaxies
on the tip of my nose.
 

 Umberdog wrote: 

Co-minglers then?
Crossed consolations?
Mysterious constellations.
God is it?
Substance?
Evidence?
Esscence?
Iridescence?
Scroll down shall we?

 oldviolin wrote: 
I'm sure much of it is.
Some of it is just simple minds
trying to say complicated things. 

Poetry is nothing more or less
than an echo
echoed

 Umberdog wrote: 
thank you :)

 Alt-Ctrl-Tom wrote: 
Exquisite! Awesome too!

It arrived without fanfare
occurred without note
except for the itch

It faded without memory
dissipated without trace
except for the sigh

And the accumulation

Just another
Once again

What We Fear
By Me
November 12, 2010

What do we fear?
Is it the darkness all around?
Is it why predators,
having eyes of golden flame, astound,
and with physiques inherently riddled
with seductive clues come 'round?

The question, thus asked,
by mere asking, ken quickening, compound?

It's all in the brain
where sin is bound.
In thoughts
whose judgment oft' resound;
be they of good or evil
writ by men
or likewise
shameless devils.