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gomorrhan

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I just wanted to start a thread for people to put their poems they may have written about their experiences in the Church, while in, while leaving, etc. When I left, I wrote about a hundred, but I'm selecting this one because it's about how it felt trying to communicate with my ex-wife, towards the end. It was making me NUTS.



we leaped from structure to structure
seeking for the perfect balance
towering edifices of logic and reason
defended our inability to reach
as we withdrew, ever further

we leaped from structure to structure
following the corners and lines
imposing a grid on the swirling vortex
that threatened to reach out
and we withdrew ever further

leaping from structure to structure
peak to peak, into the valley
watching the streams
I wanted to reach out
you withdrew, laughing

leaping from structure to structure
and the wind buffeted my frozen form
as I followed the trail
through the meaningless swamp
of emotion and thought
searching for the structure
you,

leaping from stone to stone
you withdrew, laughing

my face pressed up against the structure
the structure, the structure
you stare at me
you wonder why I won't follow
as I smash again and again into the structure
and you withdraw ever farther
I lack the tools of expression
trapped by standing waves
I burn at low pitch, to discord.
 

Vinaire

Sponsor
MY GEETA


The Wise Sage, I once knew
Had said this to me:
Life can be very turbulent, my boy
But know that in reality

It is nothing but a game to play
That you play to win.
For, the reward my little friend
Is discovering yourself within.



He said there are exact rules to it
And proceeded to tell me,
But I let my ignorance insist:
I know about life already.

So, I listened, thinking naught
Of any use of what he said,
And leaving aside duties and cares
Drifted from one to another fad.



Oh, then! But why! This life became
What I didn't want it to be:
Loved ones turning their faces away
Leaving me behind, in misery.

Oh, woe me! Where's that happiness
I once thought, Life would give me?
Is this confusion and depression
Life? I cried out in agony.



Give up, lie down, and be dead!
My mind screamed once again at me.
Your efforts can be of no avail
Its all in hands of God, you see.

Don't you know there's Fate alone
That guides each person's destiny?
But why? Oh, why? Had I those dreams
Were they delusions? Oh, poor me!



Ah! But wait! Were you not warned
Life has its rules you must obey!
You get in trouble, when you don't know
But insist you do, and go your way.

But didn't I listen very carefully
To everything the wise sage taught?
Ah, yes! But wait! He also said:
You apply the knowledge or you have it not.



What is the use of books you've read
Written by God or by a guru!
Unless you understood each word used
And examined how it applied to you.

Just take your current ideas of life
That just don't fit, or ring true
Did you examine where they came from
When they were first given to you?



Ah! May be I see where I went wrong
But where to go from here and now
O, Wise Sage! Please help me get
Rid of this confusion somehow.

Did I hear someone laugh and say:
I am always here to help you son!
Just take a good look around yourself
And find out where you are little one!



Vinay Agarwala
Spring 1984
 

Neo

Silver Meritorious Patron
Sirens

She awoke to the sounds of sirens. The wail of an unknown terror in the night. Was it an ambulance or the Police? She never could tell. It was a sound that seemed to just hang in the air, neither coming closer, nor moving further away.

She drifted back to sleep to the sounds of sirens. And the sirens entered her sleep. Calling her. Calling her to move out of a world cloaked in darkness and mystery. Calling her to break with the past. And enter the unknown. An unknown that offered so much potential. A potential that had been left so unexploited. A potential that had always just hung in the air. Neither helping, nor hurting.

And the sirens spoke into her dream. They spoke of fear. They spoke of uncertainty. They spoke of release. They spoke of freedom. The elusiveness of it all. What is a dream without symbols? And what are symbols without interpretations?

She awoke to the interpretations of a dream. A dream about sirens. A dream about going somewhere else. A dream about helping other people. A dream about forgetfulness and memory. Elusiveness and sanctuary. A dream about nothing in particular, and everything worth dreaming about.
 

Wisened One

Crusader
I have some poetry...but it's not related to leaving Co$,etc...can I still post it? (Most of them have even been being read on several Podcasts:) :happydance:
 

gomorrhan

Gold Meritorious Patron
Of course you can post whatever poems you want! Or reactions to any poems posted. The last thing modern poets seem to really want or espouse are rules!

Here's another on that was on my mind today:

DRIFTER:

I was inspired
unmired
rewired
by the things I saw today

two girls kissing
mother breast-feeding
two old men playing chess

we'd been fools
playing by rules
designed for evil men's profit

I set myself free
sat in a tree
laughed at nothing
listened and saw
was caressed by sweet flowing me

some say I'm damned
not very well-planned
a harbinger of the chaos to be

you can say what you will
but I'll still catch a thrill
whenever I damned well please
so you can get back on your knees
keep on paying your fees
but I left long ago
floated up from below
and lived out my dream of escape
 

gomorrhan

Gold Meritorious Patron
Co-written (she wrote a line, then I wrote a line, etc.) with my ex-wife, Nitza, prior to our "discovery" of the Church that drove us apart:

Geist

A wizard old was he
shapeshifting a bird to fly
the clouds could not deny his passage
from earth through starlit sky
on up he flew 'til air was scarce
became a frozen breeze
then willed himself from the darkness
to light and love in please
the council waited in the sun
for the old mage to find his way
they could not compose a line themselves
to drop into the day
as light he moved through seas of stars
to the place set aside for kings
to hear the tide and wind and flux
pick out the tune she sings
and knowing all the words she sang
and the melody of her heart
the old man learned the rhythm of love
and became young enough to start
 

ozzie

Patron with Honors
D E S I D E R A T A

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste
And remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender
Be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth clearly and quietly
And listen to others.
Even to the dull and ignorant,
They too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
They are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others
You may become vain or bitter,
For always there will be greater and
Lesser persons than yourself



Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans,,
Keep interested in your own career
However humble , it is a real possession
In the changing fortunes of time.



Exercise caution in your business affairs,
For the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is.
Many persons strive for high ideals
And everywhere life is full of heroism,
Be yourself



Especially do not feign affection,
Neither be cynical about love..
For in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
It is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
Gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings…
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline
Be gentle with your self,
You are a child of the universe,
No less than the trees and the stars.
You have a right to be here,
And whether or not it is clear to you
No doubt the universe is as unfolding as it should


Therefore be at peace with God
Whatever you conceive him to be.
And whatever your labours and aspirations
In the noisy confusion of life,
Keep peace in your soul
With its sham , drudgery and broken dreams
It is still a beautiful world
Be cheerful
Strive to be happy
 

gomorrhan

Gold Meritorious Patron
Luna and the Alchemist


...so shall she come to the night
veiled in the mystique of secrecy
bound up in the aura of his intent

she, plain woman, nothing more
nothing less than the vital hope of mankind
shivers with anticipation
hot flushes stirring her, stirring the holy spirit

he is wrought steel, tender strength
as with a tempered discipline
they shall take to the grass

one, divided by one, lay one equal twosome
he from the graal, and she from the sceptre
sweet incense, the burning oils
consummation, dissipation
surgeth they together- tidal
driven to ecstatic frenzy through the laws of Luna

she, reciting the ancient formula
through divine inspiration received by her
she raiseth from death her glorious master

the phoenix rises from the ashes
momentary weakness abolished
charged, the pulsating current ungoverned
their unspeakable union continues
cyclical, reciprocal
as through the aeons of life transpire
Luna, and the Alchemist
 

klidov

Silver Meritorious Patron
Luna and the Alchemist


...so shall she come to the night
veiled in the mystique of secrecy
bound up in the aura of his intent

she, plain woman, nothing more
nothing less than the vital hope of mankind
shivers with anticipation
hot flushes stirring her, stirring the holy spirit

he is wrought steel, tender strength
as with a tempered discipline
they shall take to the grass

one, divided by one, lay one equal twosome
he from the graal, and she from the sceptre
sweet incense, the burning oils
consummation, dissipation
surgeth they together- tidal
driven to ecstatic frenzy through the laws of Luna

she, reciting the ancient formula
through divine inspiration received by her
she raiseth from death her glorious master

the phoenix rises from the ashes
momentary weakness abolished
charged, the pulsating current ungoverned
their unspeakable union continues
cyclical, reciprocal
as through the aeons of life transpire
Luna, and the Alchemist

I thought your other poems were wonderful. This one is excellent. You can feel the magickal overtones & the envision the coming together of two. Really? Simply lovely.
 

gomorrhan

Gold Meritorious Patron
Chaos Undefined


I am speaking now from that place
that has no means of entry
posted attention to serve as guide
and cross swords as a sentry
you'll see the torch I'm carrying
you may even see the light
but will you join and make a stand
back to back through endless night

the space is vast and meaningless
and so, I'm afraid, are we
to be tied in thought to meaning
is the limit of remaining free
but without recognizable features
without a sign upon your door
no one will ever perceive you standing there
know intimately your core

because once inside you can unfold
and relax your definition
expanding new dimensions
abandon your position

just relax and be you
non-locatable phantasm
until intersection
in blinding orgasm

then back out to eternity
emptied, clean and hollow
and there is no archetype
no ideal state you follow
nonlinear, without advancement
never quite contained
but with infinity of possibility
our love will be refrained

until then, one I've known
abandon useless mind
be free to change perspective
chaos undefined.
 

gomorrhan

Gold Meritorious Patron
The Language is Love


you rise to meet me
your hoarse breathing
you

we formsnuggle undercover
thunkleperson recombinate
sharing the reticulation
the message, man, the message

it doesn't matter as long as it's delivered right
delivery
I

sticksliding shiftpressurebreast
downthrustingfuck, upliftingbreath
sweep everywe

verbaessence blossomtonguefusion
the pentetrator, glistenrubberdripping
thunkfuckle in physlippery
indribber, gesdickulate

the language is love
archstretchingsuckmastery
you touching, you taking I
thigh tensile stokinglust
uptempo highburstingthrust
hipblasting pelvicbruisingkiss

the punch, the gripholdingfast
releasingfuck, eyeglintingsmile
I lovinglose you, you, ownerheartsmith
I love you, I will serve
you take me, you kissinglove
you take me
 

Telepathetic

Gold Meritorious Patron
Gomorrhan,

I loved all your poems but the one that resonates most,and I copied, (hope you don't mind) is "Chaos Undefined." :thumbsup:

I am really enjoying this y'all,keep it up!
 

Wisened One

Crusader
Wow kev..you are a very accomplished poet! :yes: :thumbsup:

They inspire me to want to write some new ones, in fact....

I've written some here...they're over in another thread tho....
 

gomorrhan

Gold Meritorious Patron
Thanks, all. Glad Chaos Undefined struck some jam on your biscuits, Telepathetic. Symbols can be fascinating. Wisened: drop 'em! No reason they can't be duplicated here. More on the way.
 
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