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Ostronomos
May 15, 2018 03:41 PM
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For the love of money:
Money, a piece of paper used as currency
Currency to what I ask?
To collect it is to lack sense
A depriving task
Like a couple I and this unit
My Queen wears a jealous frown
A king is meant to inherit
Not to earn his glorious crown
A monarchy of monetary oak has formed a monogamous bond
One with which we erect castles and direct fate
Of this restricted circulation I am not fond
But in time this blood will donate
This one is called "Betrayal of the senses":
There is contentment about,
in a sacred moment of being and sense
Happenings pan out
and awaken and tense.
A sight, a sound
An answer awaits
Curiousity
Consequence
Nothing.
It was supposed to be about "Betrayal" alone but I fucked up.
As I look there into her eyes
Beneath the deep twists of emotion
I uncover a world of both delight and darkness
A world unto which I want to explore
And to endure
In the furthest reaches of her soul I see
the beauty of humanity and creation
for never was there another sight to me.
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confused2
May 15, 2018 03:45 PM
(May 15, 2018 03:41 PM)Ostronomos Wrote: For the love of money:
Money, a piece of paper used as currency
Currency to what I ask?
To collect it is to lack sense
A depriving task
Like a couple I and this unit
My Queen wears a jealous frown
A king is meant to inherit
Not to earn his glorious crown
A monarchy of monetary oak has formed a monogamous bond
One with which we erect castles and direct fate
Of this restricted circulation I am not fond
But in time this blood will donate
This one is called "Betrayal of the senses":
There is contentment about,
in a sacred moment of being and sense
Happenings pan out
and awaken and tense.
A sight, a sound
An answer awaits
Curiousity
Consequence
Nothing.
It was supposed to be about "Betrayal" alone but I fucked up.
LOL
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Zinjanthropos
May 15, 2018 04:01 PM
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Quote:It was supposed to be about "Betrayal" alone but I fucked up
If that line isn't part.of the poem then it could/should be . Is it? Nice work Ostro.
(May 15, 2018 03:32 PM)confused2 Wrote: The Holiday
by Confused2 (aged about 10)
I once went on a caravan holiday
With all the fun and games and play
But when I got home
I ceased to roam
And sat upon the lavatory.
Lavatory reminds me of Port-a-Potty poetry and graffiti, words you can quietly observe from a relaxed sitting position, usually scratched upon the door of the stall can range from serious philosophy & poetry to amusing witticisms. I can remember one time when I made use of an outdoor convenience, reading the transcript etched upon the back of the locked portal in front of.me....."shhhhh, be very, very quiet. I'm giving birth to a terrorist".
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Secular Sanity
May 15, 2018 04:28 PM
(May 15, 2018 03:41 PM)Ostronomos Wrote: As I look there into her eyes
Beneath the deep twists of emotion
I uncover a world of both delight and darkness
A world unto which I want to explore
And to endure
In the furthest reaches of her soul I see
the beauty of humanity and creation
for never was there another sight to me.
This part is pretty good. I like it!
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Zinjanthropos
May 16, 2018 03:59 PM
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Off the top of my head....
Is there anything more quizzical
Than the metaphysical?
Is this state of being
Really what I'm seeing?
Or is this the machination
Of evolved imagination?
Is my hypothesized sixth sense
In need of evidence?
Or should I gladly take the view
It's only me and never you?
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C C
May 16, 2018 04:33 PM
bump up post --> Recent Activity
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Ostronomos
Jun 28, 2018 07:06 PM
Holy Marys
Speakin in tongues of the forefathers
The felon never goes by the book
Ruins of ancient Rome ascend to me
Never be fooled in the game
Snakes and ladders was how I got my fame,
Rockets red glare in the smokey air,
bl-l-l-l-lapapapap! the shooting begins
papapapapap my dog in the ground
Praise be, the mercy Mary
Holy mary mother of grace I rest
these souls for eternity
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Ostronomos
Jul 25, 2018 11:12 PM
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My heart is fragile and crippled
I was struck by reality
An inkling had I only had
would have spared me sorrow
Perhaps I can concede to something mathematical
or extreme rationality
to avoid this pain
I anticipate a brighter tommorrow
If I don't fasten a noose before that time.
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stryder
Jul 26, 2018 02:05 AM
Deeply clouded by herbal smog,
I strayed, affray, too far from what others saw.
Straight I swore was not a distance away, maybe a day...
A month... a year.. the difference eventually apparent,
the loss of clouding, a relevant carrot.
Reading now what I wrote then with teeth a grit,
I swear what I wrote didn't sound like shit.
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Leigha
Apr 30, 2019 10:37 PM
Give a bad love
A small reason to leave
And watch as it walks
Out the door
Give a good love
A small reason to stay
And watch as your life
Changes forever
By Topher Kearby
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