Tribe.net. Local Connections libramoon http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/02b3e009-1c42-4c84-a05c-02d86cd70dbd 2009-11-09T22:30:16Z 2009-11-09T22:30:16Z

<div>What were the scuttling claws? <br/>I wasn't paying attention. <br/>Traveling moonbeams along neuro-electric <br/>tracks <br/>distracts <br/>displaces segments of time. <br/>I'm fine. No meds, no precious <br/>minutes ignored in a foreign-speaking <br/>doctor's presence <br/>forever short-circuiting my essence <br/>trading well-established chronic pain <br/>for devils' staccato dancing through my brain. <br/>Meditation, mediation, Buddha's great epiphany: <br/>the middle way <br/>Join us! Joyous! Riding the perfect wave, <br/>Milky bright foam carrying home <br/>whatever's left <br/>after grand adventure. <br/>Mountain crevice <br/>special hidden lives <br/>immune to humanity's <br/>vague fascinations. <br/>Ever intent upon keeping the flame <br/>between temptation and salvation <br/>hungry beasts <br/>angry winds <br/>our place of safety <br/>so fragile, contingent on <br/>circumstance. <br/>I can't help you while <br/>you deny <br/>my existence. <br/> <br/>"At the 11th hour"" <br/>self-reflection <br/>in infinite regression <br/>significant omens <br/>legends and runes <br/>Some keep careful notation <br/>codes, clocks, keystones <br/>Ravens flocking <br/>as foretold <br/>patterns, synchronicities. <br/>Brains evolve with dangers <br/>sensory scanners <br/>filtered through parameters <br/>call out Warning! Warning! <br/>far too often, far too loud <br/>A simple flower, patterned like <br/>sunlight, tranquil scent, <br/>soothing startling <br/>lost in sensation <br/>each step, each succession <br/>lightly breathed <br/>in idiosyncratic time. <br/> <br/>November 8, 2009</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

libramoon 2009-11-09T22:30:16Z DaddyBill http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/45565e43-e8b5-4ff7-be07-8abcd7b8d2b6 2009-11-07T07:58:03Z 2009-11-07T07:58:03Z

<div>ocean of retail <br/>ocean of architecture <br/>passing a shopfront in my imagination <br/>a woman calls "in here" <br/>but once it registers on my attention <br/>no more shop no more girl <br/>citta vritti nirodah <br/>mind waves get ironed out</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

DaddyBill 2009-11-07T07:58:03Z glenwells http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/1dd77d7d-de6a-475c-b0a7-32d3b947a802 2009-10-31T05:38:52Z 2009-10-31T05:38:52Z

<div>Other Poems, Not Yours <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/>A Letter to the Ship’s Captain <br/> <br/>Stop deceiving me. <br/>I am on to you <br/>And your crew <br/>Like cheez whiz <br/>On a stale cracker. <br/> <br/>I want to know <br/>Where are the <br/>Luxurious stopovers, <br/>The sandy beaches, <br/>Or the beautiful women. <br/> <br/>I thought that <br/>This trip was one <br/>For sun and fun, <br/>But it’s nothing but a scam <br/>And I want a refund. <br/> <br/>The sun hasn’t shone <br/>For quite some time <br/>And exactly how much rain <br/>Can an ocean hold <br/>Before even it overflows? <br/> <br/>It’s a wonder <br/>This boat still floats <br/>With all the rough water <br/>We’ve encountered <br/>Along the way. <br/> <br/>I think I’m becoming seasick. <br/> <br/>Every night I lie in my bunk <br/>Listening to the waves <br/>Crash up against the ship <br/>And pray that this hull <br/>Is a sturdy one. <br/> <br/>-by Nathan Jochum</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

glenwells 2009-10-31T05:38:52Z ~Renevatio~ http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/871961c1-d5ef-4679-819c-009ce3856a8b 2009-10-31T05:36:06Z 2009-01-05T06:24:06Z

<div>Wings folded <br/>Eyes flooded <br/>Dawn gilded <br/>Birth budded <br/>Full winded <br/>Gold studded <br/>Sure footed <br/>Bold Blooded... <br/> <br/> <br/>Breath baited <br/>Lion hearted <br/>Full sated <br/>Path charted <br/>Son shaded <br/>Com-parted <br/>E-lated <br/>Re-guarded... <br/> <br/> <br/>Once bloated <br/>Once blighted <br/>Oft stilted <br/>Near sighted <br/>Un-sheltered <br/>Un-lighted <br/>Thin coated <br/>Ig-knighted <br/> <br/> <br/>Sky charted <br/>Lee-winded <br/>Red carded <br/>De-friended <br/>We parted <br/>We mended <br/>Life started... <br/> <br/>Class ended.</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 2 replies </div>

~Renevatio~ 2009-01-05T06:24:06Z ~Renevatio~ http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/24bdde14-c8d6-4039-815a-7147a57e7cff 2009-10-31T05:31:13Z 2009-02-02T22:25:54Z

<div>Guild those, my corners, <br/>and guide them - my hands... <br/> <br/>Deliver, <br/> <br/>and then some more. <br/> <br/>For not in the unknown, <br/>but in the knowing I stand... <br/> <br/>The way, <br/>to the end, <br/>to the door. <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/>I walk in the darkness, <br/>encumbered with bands... <br/> <br/>A ground edge not to be found, heretofore, <br/> <br/>Shorn a tear, <br/>Faced a fear, <br/>danced a moment, <br/> <br/> and then... <br/> <br/>Lift a wing, <br/>on the wind, <br/> <br/>evermore.</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 2 replies </div>

~Renevatio~ 2009-02-02T22:25:54Z libramoon http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/0a9add1a-fba5-4b06-ba84-91c3356c9198 2009-10-30T00:14:45Z 2009-10-25T00:34:15Z

<div>Persephone's Breakthrough <br/> <br/>This is where the idea is born. <br/> <br/>soft green meadows gently disappearing into fall <br/>sounds of dying, scent of woodfire and candlelight <br/>no separation between what is becoming <br/>accept and be revealed <br/> <br/>summer's wild adventures <br/>spring was a torrent of clarity, precious rain, <br/>Earth coarse, ready for fecund pleasure <br/>Queen of night in daylight's realm <br/>obsessed in flowering <br/>roses and daffodils <br/>valleys and nubile hills <br/>all is vanity and laughing vice <br/>"But, Mother, I'm not a nice girl. <br/>I'm a creature of the breeze; secure in shadow; <br/>alive in the cutting edge of the storm." <br/>Myth in revision <br/>standing at the back of the playground <br/>learning theater, tucking metaphors <br/>through interstices of sense and dream <br/>In spring, kicking stones along sandy riverbeds <br/>reading the classics <br/>expecting valor, glory, dramatic lines <br/> <br/>Summer deceives <br/>the stink of rot where flowers bloom <br/>ancient feuds, retaliations, rage <br/>tyrannosaurus feeding future waste, <br/>absorbing a zeitgeist of want, of predation <br/> <br/>within greed swollen seed infectious fear <br/>search for further truth <br/>mythology frustrates, curls back on its own ash <br/>burn with hazy summer wine and dance <br/>feet connecting dust to sky -- but only in designated <br/>spheres, with designated peers, self-selected inhibitions <br/>sweat out poison into the ground; now, eat the bounty <br/>midsummer farce, far from clear, far from sunrise, <br/>counting out the chimes as if time were treasure <br/>silly summer madness as if what matters <br/>is so circumscribed, so predictable <br/> <br/>Early autumn firelight <br/>reminiscent of witch hunts, ghosts of calvary, <br/>dire warnings and endless hide and strike <br/>the game, the funhouse, turns deadly <br/>sanctuary calls, demanding sacrifice <br/>the noble phoenix fed on frankenseed <br/>can not rise <br/> <br/>skies descend, dark mirroring <br/>smell the woodsmoke, intoxicating, soft and sweet <br/>masks the taste of bitter bile, secret vomiting <br/>starving despite harvest's gay array of treats <br/>faded, nearly blind, falling in and out of <br/>shamanic fever, primeval native dancers beyond sight, <br/>ripple of tribal beat at the periphery <br/>ecstatic vision dark/light/agony and brilliant breaks <br/>starbright constellations <br/> <br/>Traversing worlds <br/>seasons, years, moments of clarity <br/>no need to travel, to invent boundaries <br/>dance of the highlands warmth and sustenance <br/>permeates <br/>makes whole <br/> <br/>October 23, 2009 <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 1 reply </div>

libramoon 2009-10-25T00:34:15Z Geert http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/9cb4a99f-2819-47bf-8b6e-0b208ac53328 2009-10-18T23:34:30Z 2009-10-18T23:34:30Z

<div>Non stop-shooting.. <br/>Any uniform, any flag. <br/>Any form created by the insect-king. <br/>It is stinging it's hooks my eyes. <br/> <br/>For a man of anger.. <br/>Who's dogs are by him.. <br/>The world is a dangerous place... <br/> <br/>Everybody should become a seer.. <br/>The power of knowledge... <br/>Is no power over wisdom.. <br/>You can see it.. <br/>How time can crumble.. <br/>Being forgotten is being the past.. <br/>Rather remember in the spirit.. <br/>From where we came... <br/>From where the worlds seperated.. <br/>From being lost.. to being found.... <br/> <br/>A preacher in word.. <br/>Cause the word has been raining on our being.. <br/>Since our voice has been found. <br/>I congratulate the ones that work on their body language... <br/>For the feelings they wish to share.. <br/> <br/>Big babies with guns... <br/>Trained grubbs with sophisticated machinery... <br/>Humps of meat with cell-phones... <br/>Skeletons with an aura of organs... <br/>Torsos with protrusions.. <br/>Knuckled tentacles on the end of their limbs.. <br/>Grabbing, rooting, smoothtalking, ghostfaces.. <br/>Dragon carrying, marchwalking, dancing queens.. <br/>All the difference.. all the same.. <br/>No hiding from the rain... <br/>The pain for extra more pleasure... <br/>Some like to hurt themselves.. <br/>Jump in front of trains.. <br/>Cut their wrist to see if they bleed. <br/>To feel what living is... <br/>To feel what they once was lost <br/>Can be found back... <br/>Some force it back in anger.. <br/>The dictators.. the bullies.. <br/>Cry baby..... cry..... <br/>Oh baby... cry so hard... <br/>Let the sobs get in your throat.. <br/>All the pain is collecting right in there... <br/>Cry baby..cry... <br/>Let it flow into your nose from there <br/>Like a waterfall is clashing on giant rock... <br/>Let it flow baby flow... <br/>Break it in pieces baby.. stir it to liquid.... <br/>Let it dissolve baby.... that's it... <br/>Dissolve it through the nose, mouth, eyes and ears.. <br/>Those tears of trauma... <br/>That spit of fever... <br/>Throw it out baby... let it flow.. <br/> <br/>Let your demons show their faces... <br/>Release them now... <br/>Put them in the arms of the white knight.... <br/>His sword is by his side.. <br/>The one who's face is hidden under a shining armor... <br/>All his light says yes.... <br/>All his light is healing.. <br/>He will seal your deals... <br/>And set your spirit in momentum.. <br/>Let it flow baby... it's never too late.... <br/>Give it in his hands.. <br/>The white knight in a dream... <br/>He found you already... <br/> <br/>And only you... <br/>only you... <br/>are all alone... <br/>Alone in your head... <br/>But together in all hearts of man.. <br/>Beautiful spirits kiss your neck... <br/>Holy ghosts massage your back... <br/>The invisible doctors operate... <br/>and take all of the pain away... <br/> <br/>Pain was pleasure once before... <br/>Never again....... not anymore</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

Geert 2009-10-18T23:34:30Z keithalanhamilton http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/25eaeb72-bde8-4bfa-842b-d5b4f29e4a9e 2009-10-18T18:06:12Z 2009-10-18T18:06:12Z

<div>life living important to Nature <br/>seemingly obvious and yet not so <br/>definitions by the human-kind <br/>tend to cause confusion <br/>where life’s cognitive capabilities <br/>seem to dictate a kind of hierarchy <br/>wherefore proselytized about <br/>that a lesser kind of life <br/>was created or evolved in a way <br/>as the servant to human–kind <br/> <br/>as if life's fate or future <br/>depends on some kind of life <br/>as a self-appointed taskmaster <br/>maybe the future of humanity <br/>is systemically reliant upon <br/>the way other kinds of life <br/>live or continue to live in Nature <br/>for who has proven more worthy <br/>in sustaining life, humanity <br/>or the rest of life living together <br/>did not other kinds of life <br/>come to be and then survive <br/>way long, long before <br/>the human came to be <br/> <br/>oh humanity, so brilliant and wise <br/>with your superior mind power <br/>stop and ponder this through <br/>have not other kinds of life risen <br/>aspired and fought to dominance <br/>only then to suffer a demise <br/>thereafter leaving about traces <br/>bringing to mind a remembrance <br/>imprinted in time as a lesson <br/>as to the surviving process of life <br/> <br/>how life living life, affects <br/>sustains and preserves <br/>all of life’s kinds by being <br/>interrelated together as one <br/>connected and interdependent <br/>within Nature as a whole system <br/> <br/>If human-kind is to go on <br/>and not suffer a demise as a kind <br/>human-kind must learn to use <br/>its gift of mind along with <br/>the lessons of lived experience <br/>about the process of life living life <br/>why so, because only life living <br/>matters to Nature, not kind <br/> <br/>~Keith Alan Hamilton~</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

keithalanhamilton 2009-10-18T18:06:12Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/42b1e026-2ac8-430b-9667-244119f58096 2009-10-17T16:36:16Z 2009-10-17T16:36:16Z

<div>I act, create, love ... <br/> <br/>I am a free man and <br/> <br/>this is the song of a free man <br/> <br/>No longer shaking my <br/> <br/>tiny human fist <br/> <br/>against god <br/> <br/>only a concept drifting thru <br/> <br/>the universe of our minds <br/> <br/>No longer feeling apart <br/> <br/>sun lusts issuing forth <br/> <br/>branch over branch over branch <br/> <br/>all-a-one <br/> <br/>At once all that I am <br/> <br/>dissolves and grows <br/> <br/>all that I touch glows like <br/> <br/>a bright, shinning fabric <br/> <br/>woven tightly of pure white <br/> <br/>light, <br/> <br/>everything <br/> <br/>ego <br/> <br/>dissolving under the sheer <br/> <br/>weight of now <br/> <br/></div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

bearsky 2009-10-17T16:36:16Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/7614dcc7-563c-4474-a509-4b383d4a5e6f 2009-10-17T16:15:10Z 2009-10-17T16:15:10Z

<div>her face a botox mask <br/>not capabable of a smile <br/>or even a disdainful frown <br/> <br/>and this is my Lady now? <br/>my all American beauty? <br/>given over wholly to Her body <br/> <br/>In those darkest hours of night <br/>when it is always the coldest <br/>She is not there to cuddle for warmth <br/> <br/>When you look into Her eyes <br/>You do not see Her - "her!" anymore <br/>Terrifying as if your heart is suddenly <br/> gone </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

bearsky 2009-10-17T16:15:10Z keithalanhamilton http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/b4ca0e44-ae2b-47a8-812c-958d0b62c6e4 2009-10-17T15:02:50Z 2009-10-17T15:02:50Z

<div>Hopefully later <br/>Me being me <br/>My unique blend <br/>Added flavor <br/>To the mix <br/>My character <br/>As a self <br/>The I <br/>In individual <br/>Was deemed <br/>Discernible <br/>From the rest <br/>Even if <br/>Remembered <br/>As some odd <br/>Aftertaste <br/> <br/>"Recognition becomes meaningless and looses value, if easily obtained through popularity, without words or actions that are clearly distinguished to be noteworthy from the rest." <br/> <br/>~Keith Alan Hamilton~</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

keithalanhamilton 2009-10-17T15:02:50Z keithalanhamilton http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/a4ee4212-043c-4996-b4c6-4c469c83cae5 2009-10-17T04:14:05Z 2009-10-11T11:20:50Z

<div>as far as those machines <br/>there ain’t no lookin’ back <br/>how they appear <br/>or what they’re used for <br/>that may find modification <br/>yet for humankind to survive <br/>future earth changes <br/>humanity needs the machine <br/>to evolve like humans <br/>through technology <br/>based around science and <br/>intelligently perceptive insights <br/>not only from us humans <br/>but eventually the machines <br/> <br/>~Keith Alan Hamilton~ </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 1 reply </div>

keithalanhamilton 2009-10-11T11:20:50Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/3bc506ad-566e-47d7-b294-1c35b41c45cc 2009-10-17T04:12:13Z 2009-10-11T15:29:31Z

<div>sometimes i am <br/>the flowing waters <br/>cascading over stones <br/> <br/>sometimes i am <br/>the stones cascading <br/>waters flowing over me </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 1 reply </div>

bearsky 2009-10-11T15:29:31Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/3bb09037-6636-4254-b2f0-54a9fce6430b 2009-10-11T15:27:49Z 2009-10-11T15:27:49Z

<div> <br/>The wings of madness <br/>Only the wings! <br/>Who long fanned your flames <br/> <br/>The wings of madness <br/>Only the wings! <br/>Their windswept magic <br/>Sweeping away <br/> <br/>Each downward stroke <br/>Of the large, dark wings <br/>Kicking up dimples <br/>On the quiet surface <br/>Of the bay <br/> <br/>The wings of madness <br/>Only the wings! <br/>Who long fanned your flames <br/>Are flapping slowly away</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

bearsky 2009-10-11T15:27:49Z Geert http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/cc6e4a94-1e18-462d-84a6-76129f2d89af 2009-10-09T16:58:51Z 2009-10-09T16:58:51Z

<div>As if it were clay, pulled from anger. <br/>I see the earth turn to stone, crumbling, turning to dust. <br/>Her last being, not to be confused with just a smear on the lens of the observer. <br/>A thick mist where light shines through. <br/>Underworldy fallen ones. <br/>Lick the entrails. <br/>Sharpening their teeth around their rough tongues. <br/>Knowing shudders, stinging, shaking skin. <br/>That makes ones scratch their self open to the soul. <br/>The last spark, rising from the ashes. <br/>The cast skins, decay in time. <br/>A blood-red carpet, covers the sloping stairs. <br/>In a space so black it seems flat. <br/>Ascend the steps by hands and knees. <br/>The road ahead appears. <br/>The walked road vanishes. <br/>The grasses that grow between the stones. <br/>They spread their seed singing: <br/>"Go on.. go on.. there is but one road. <br/>This is the road... the only road." <br/>I state they are crazy. <br/>Their melody make me suspect. <br/>There is another road. <br/>Where no halm of grass goes. <br/>My plasters fall off. <br/>The wounds reveal on my clammy hands. <br/>Breathing, yawning, overcome with sleep. <br/>They don't know that I see them. <br/>I kiss them and they sleep. <br/>Step by step, take it easy here. <br/>Don't drop the bacon. <br/>On the mirror-smooth floor. <br/>On which ships are drawn. <br/>Slaves are chained. <br/>Whips are immortalized in their necks. <br/>Sweat and tears flow across the deck. <br/>The captain is possessed. <br/>The cats are stuck, biting his hands. <br/>He lets his blood flow carelessly. <br/>For his mistress with the animal-eyes. <br/>Who, hungry for confessions of the stars, <br/>licks the liquid from the ground. <br/>The mud on the tongue makes systems melt. <br/>During waking dreams snakes embrace. <br/>In the eye that is hidden. <br/>The one that knock the crown from the king's head. <br/>"No way... yes way..." in a tone <br/>A gentleman does not possess. <br/> "Lift out, lift down.. lift up.." <br/>Like one that does not heat the core.. <br/>"Let out.. let in.. let up.." <br/>That makes the cheeks blush.. <br/>In the climate change of the century. <br/>Combed out.. dressed up and in control.. <br/>Just a bunch of crap.. <br/>..on the bottom of an empty can of beans. <br/>No.. rather..instead.. <br/>A beast that growls.. <br/>A beast that does not think but knows... <br/>That dances in the flames of the sun.. <br/>A sun himself this beast is.. <br/>It's light can caress and sting. <br/>Seduce.. embrace.. break.. <br/>In appearance of dreams and memories. <br/>The vase emptied. <br/>Filled again with glisting gold. <br/>The beauty of an aroused flare.. <br/>Over rustic roads. <br/>With flowers that speak. <br/>How beautiful is everybody they see. <br/>Smiling in the sun. <br/>The emotion conquered.. <br/>Staying in being.. </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

Geert 2009-10-09T16:58:51Z libramoon http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/d73111f2-a4dc-42ae-b571-dc2a30811a8c 2009-10-04T19:05:09Z 2009-10-04T19:05:09Z

<div>Lunation <br/> <br/>Mist passing the Moon <br/>as she moves through the clouds <br/>trying to reach me <br/>so far below. <br/>How can I know <br/>it is me she desires? <br/>My mind is on fire, <br/>moonstruck, some might say. <br/>Flying along the Milky Way <br/>fueled by moonshine. <br/>She flashes her shadowy eye <br/>through cloud-studded sky <br/>and I feel fine. <br/> <br/>October 4, 2009 <br/> <br/>http://emergingvisions.blogspot.com</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

libramoon 2009-10-04T19:05:09Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/5a84c36f-b55b-4972-8355-1ffa58115477 2009-10-03T01:28:29Z 2009-10-03T01:28:29Z

<div>the pond is still slightly warmer than the long nights cold air <br/>slight, ghostly mist rises without ambition and the mornings breeze <br/>almost imperceptively wisks it away <br/> <br/>such is my love, my life, <br/>i can smell it along with winter <br/>feel it in the low humidity <br/>something hopelessly subtle <br/>something always passing <br/>real but always gone away</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

bearsky 2009-10-03T01:28:29Z keithalanhamilton http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/33030d44-76c9-47da-b46d-a28555d42c28 2009-09-29T04:34:39Z 2009-09-26T14:41:32Z

<div>I'm sort of out of sync <br/>not quite in harmony it seems <br/>As far as normal <br/>I'm the abnormality living in the norm <br/>Mere torture for me to sit still <br/>or even try to still my mind <br/>Thinking always <br/>perhaps from the sheer wonder of it all <br/>Others see me as a rebel or lost <br/>not having a set way <br/> <br/>But I don’t see reality as being preset <br/>as if pre-given <br/>A life not fixed gives hope <br/>variability in life can bring joy <br/>Constantly thinking <br/>doesn't make all of my thoughts in vain <br/>Frustration, worry, anxiety <br/>and stress in thought, I accept <br/>I cope by thinking of reality <br/>as being intelligently progressive <br/> <br/>Self discovery of life with a sense of wonder <br/>can bring hope and joy <br/>And yet when thinking about it <br/>much struggle through effort within thinking <br/>might be what's needed <br/> <br/>~Keith Alan Hamilton~ </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 1 reply </div>

keithalanhamilton 2009-09-26T14:41:32Z keithalanhamilton http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/9914bff9-88bd-4d61-a1df-3cbae3c8f99e 2009-09-29T04:32:58Z 2009-09-26T12:40:34Z

<div>keep on trying <br/>go on and on <br/>never give up <br/>says the voice within <br/> <br/>get back up <br/>dust yourself off <br/>try again and again <br/>says the voice within <br/> <br/>have willpower <br/>learn discipline <br/>build stamina <br/>says the voice within <br/> <br/>no obsessing <br/>stop bitching <br/>knock it off, now <br/>says the voice within <br/> <br/>live life as alive <br/>why live as if dead <br/>fully breathe life in <br/>says the voice within <br/> <br/>“When I’m feeling really down the voice within me will say, just breathe.” <br/> <br/>~Keith Alan Hamilton~ </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 1 reply </div>

keithalanhamilton 2009-09-26T12:40:34Z keithalanhamilton http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/4586c4e4-ffae-4239-941a-06e66ece3711 2009-09-28T20:01:49Z 2009-09-28T20:01:49Z

<div>Tired I am <br/>trying to be all I can be <br/>Struggle and fight the odds <br/>I'll show them <br/>Yeah right <br/>sometimes I wonder if it's worth it all <br/>Beyond my delusions <br/>who really cares what I do <br/>All seem busy just living their lives each day <br/>Never noticing my efforts <br/>my cause, my vision <br/> <br/>Damn it all <br/>I say to my pathetic self <br/>Think about it <br/>who really listens to your bitching ways <br/>up to me to live proactively and to bring change <br/>I must cherish the moment and live fully <br/>Appreciate life’s struggle <br/>therein lies the key <br/>Not the end that really matters <br/>but it’s all in the journey <br/> <br/>"When it comes to that journey called life, fully enjoy the dance before the music comes to an end." <br/> <br/>~Keith Alan Hamilton~</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

keithalanhamilton 2009-09-28T20:01:49Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/0255c8db-a8bc-46f1-bc8f-e2f6cdefd587 2009-09-26T23:52:41Z 2009-09-26T23:52:41Z

<div>dark no moon no stars <br/>not even a sky above <br/>inside maybe a tunnel <br/>no light switch no light <br/>shit <br/>crawling blind dark now</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

bearsky 2009-09-26T23:52:41Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/806d3c1b-b6b4-47c5-8892-881b549fedc8 2009-09-26T16:25:45Z 2009-09-26T16:25:45Z

<div>transforming a mere puff of smoke <br/> from the mornings fire <br/>into a stone cold bridge across <br/> the cataracts of tomorrow <br/> <br/> <br/></div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

bearsky 2009-09-26T16:25:45Z libramoon http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/8edaf843-29c6-4509-807a-91e9153c9c62 2009-09-23T03:21:47Z 2009-09-22T23:52:34Z

<div>In Appreciation <br/> <br/>I open my dreams to you <br/>revealing to me my mind <br/>I take a longer view <br/>through your eyes; <br/>with you I can be wise <br/>Alone, within the mirror <br/>visions arise askew <br/>In my dreams of you <br/>they become alright <br/>Your world shines on mine <br/>the grace of light <br/> <br/>September 22, 2009 (Libra) <br/>http://emergingvisions.blogspot.com <br/>enjoy and submit</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 1 reply </div>

libramoon 2009-09-22T23:52:34Z libramoon http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/3501539b-5e15-45a1-a6f1-297e87cb3cfb 2009-09-22T20:48:38Z 2009-09-13T21:59:01Z

<div>Abysinia rises on her heels <br/>claps her hands with glee <br/>to see the rangers clear the field <br/>for her jamboree <br/>Her noble guests arrive at last <br/>the table's set to break their fast <br/>such a feast for the upper class <br/>to cheer their victory <br/>The royal band breaks out in waltz <br/>for dancers to employ <br/>nary a note may ring out false <br/>we're all here to enjoy <br/>A raucous tribute to our fleet <br/>so raise your voices, stamp your feet <br/>privileged as renowned elite <br/>to treat the vanquished as a toy <br/>To those who watch beyond the gates <br/>silly revelers at play <br/>feeding the fire of long held hates <br/>this is a different day <br/>"Fiddle dee dee" they may say with scorn <br/>mocking the starving and care worn <br/>But soon they'll rue the day they've born <br/>as the world turns dank and grey <br/>as a new star rises over the fields <br/>leading a different way <br/> <br/>September 13, 2009 <br/> <br/> </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 1 reply </div>

libramoon 2009-09-13T21:59:01Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/d98ea0f7-fc70-4295-8509-e636cec58ac0 2009-09-21T01:40:27Z 2009-08-01T17:03:02Z

<div>a blind man walking across a boulder field <br/>not faith <br/>not patience <br/>not sensitivity <br/>not perserverence <br/>but my life <br/> <br/>eternal gratitude rises up <br/>from a lone man in a boulder field <br/>so grateful to be alive and on this journey</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 4 replies </div>

bearsky 2009-08-01T17:03:02Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/5862ab86-7e34-4790-8921-3861790f3314 2009-09-16T05:04:23Z 2009-09-16T05:04:23Z

<div>First save myself <br/>escape, ripping away <br/>the facade violently <br/> <br/>stepping on through <br/>arisen from a culture prison <br/>as if arison from a 30 year coma <br/> <br/>seeing and seeing again <br/>sight transforming into vision - <br/>ah - the garment is seamless! <br/>Touched - it glitters</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

bearsky 2009-09-16T05:04:23Z keithalanhamilton http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/3b32b91c-b58b-4bba-bb19-dc5ef372c4e5 2009-09-07T11:10:35Z 2009-09-07T11:10:35Z

<div>deep within me <br/>seeded <br/>is a spirit <br/>with a wanting <br/>to be <br/>way more <br/>than to live <br/>but to go on <br/>even if <br/>my reality <br/>places burden <br/>upon dreams <br/>hope sustains <br/>my vigor <br/>and vim <br/>to overcome <br/>forge a path <br/>being <br/>an example <br/>so others may <br/>carry on <br/>through will <br/>alone <br/>if nothing else <br/>forever more <br/> <br/>~Keith Alan Hamilton~ </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

keithalanhamilton 2009-09-07T11:10:35Z memengwaa http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/626d3e03-c179-4107-9763-7545ed91f88e 2009-09-07T05:42:24Z 2009-09-07T05:42:24Z

<div>somewhere in the mountains i left my heart <br/>amongst the tall peaks and deep vally's <br/>As i cry from my broken heart <br/>It feels as if the rivers are my soul <br/>Opening up into tears that become water in the flowing streams...</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

memengwaa 2009-09-07T05:42:24Z keithalanhamilton http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/e1fabc6c-a7ac-4731-9150-6772f523b6e1 2009-09-07T01:45:26Z 2009-09-07T01:45:26Z

<div>live for the days past today <br/>where day holds the future <br/>beyond the grip of tomorrow <br/>within a hope fueled reality <br/>spiritedly driven in purpose <br/>preserving life through days <br/> <br/>~Keith Alan Hamilton~ <br/></div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

keithalanhamilton 2009-09-07T01:45:26Z libramoon http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/e81014c6-fdc0-499f-bf7a-e9dbf3775f6b 2009-09-04T23:08:31Z 2009-09-04T23:08:31Z

<div>Full Moon Harvest <br/> <br/>I could <br/>if I willed it <br/>go inward <br/>beyond the stratosphere <br/>infinite bliss <br/>the whole of the real <br/>I know, I feel <br/>eternity pulls me <br/>grasping my ambient air <br/>into awareness <br/>all ways my destiny <br/>incandescent transcendence <br/>resplendent artist's delight <br/> <br/>Still <br/>here <br/>in these moments <br/>stuck in migrating vibrations <br/>attached to this Earth <br/>mired (but not beyond mirth, <br/>cosmic inspiration) <br/>miasmically <br/>to throes and woes <br/>undefined transformation <br/>laborious birth <br/>I am dignified, made whole <br/>giving service to vision <br/>corroded, corrupted, <br/>yet shining below that surface <br/>I see <br/>and uncover the light <br/> <br/>September 4, 2009 Laurie Corzett/libramoon <br/> </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

libramoon 2009-09-04T23:08:31Z Teketa http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/62d6928c-7004-414e-9ac4-b4842586c4d8 2009-09-04T21:03:13Z 2009-09-04T15:46:04Z

<div>Spinning like time, <br/>we are all losing our minds <br/>in our own ways <br/>I never stopped to look <br/>take a gander when I shook <br/>my pockets empty to give it all away <br/>now im left with the fabric inside out <br/>everyone is surrounding me <br/>but they can't hear me shout <br/>im fucking claustrophobic <br/>I need to break away <br/>but I've run out of places to run <br/>and I have no where left to stay</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 1 reply </div>

Teketa 2009-09-04T15:46:04Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/ec478459-dc0f-411c-b186-ec8b36386a6d 2009-08-30T02:52:05Z 2009-07-11T19:04:51Z

<div>the petals of Indian Paintbrush <br/>slight as rice paper <br/>in the soft morning sun</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 14 replies </div>

bearsky 2009-07-11T19:04:51Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/84bdf83b-ff4a-4e60-96b2-b4d76da72b07 2009-08-21T13:38:14Z 2009-08-21T13:38:14Z

<div>as the train bares down upon us all <br/>its terrible vibrations making our legs <br/>feel like butter <br/> <br/>it is time to dance to stomp and whirl <br/>as hard as we can with all our humanity <br/>with crystal skulls held high <br/>and swords lying quietly aside <br/>time to Rise Above It <br/> <br/>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNe4Uiq6oVc</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

bearsky 2009-08-21T13:38:14Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/7d9449b3-d65a-4d5f-8e8f-f623533d2e77 2009-08-21T04:32:31Z 2009-08-16T14:50:19Z

<div>close my eyes <br/>and relax <br/>perfect warm ease <br/>moves up from my feet <br/>throughout my body <br/>to the top of my head <br/> <br/>breathing deeply in and out <br/>quietly breathing in and out <br/>until I began to feel it <br/>there <br/>yes - ah, yes <br/>an ultra low rumbling <br/>coursing through ... ? <br/>coursing through ... ? <br/>EVERYTHING <br/></div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 2 replies </div>

bearsky 2009-08-16T14:50:19Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/9066b783-94eb-4168-9903-af62b1bbeeab 2009-08-20T01:43:47Z 2009-08-19T21:06:14Z

<div>not for power <br/>or for sex <br/>not for love even <br/>not for love <br/>yes <br/> <br/>just TO KNOW to understand, I forsook intimacy for knowledge - makes for a cold pillow <br/> <br/>so now I know the long sought after secret: intimacy is everything! <br/> <br/>dammit universal folly <br/></div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 1 reply </div>

bearsky 2009-08-19T21:06:14Z Geert http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/d5878c51-e526-4b94-a55c-b11dbdfa060c 2009-08-18T22:14:41Z 2009-08-18T22:14:41Z

<div>At times this body of light is dreaming.. <br/>Always...in an instant... <br/>Dissolved..evaporated.. <br/>Raining on the sleeping.. <br/>Drip drop... <br/>Wipe the tears from your cheek.. <br/>I'll play you another dream sequence... <br/>As we tumble down the waterfall... <br/>The birds in the trees are singing... <br/>The moon is asleep... <br/>Hear the angels weeping... <br/>They will watch you while you are sleeping... <br/>And a dream will come... <br/>Of invisible majesties... <br/>Of un-over-all distinct occupations.. <br/>Of strange books and funny words.. <br/>They dance on the pages.. .. <br/>...and have no meaning.. <br/>You will know that you are dreaming...</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

Geert 2009-08-18T22:14:41Z Geert http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/c0cac7d9-5d7f-41f7-82b6-8b375dfc7b74 2009-08-18T20:55:13Z 2009-08-18T20:55:13Z

<div>Backed up passions surround my vision.. <br/>Nothing I see goes without a filter of lies... <br/>I'm a a liar..a thief.. a joker and a runner.. <br/>I run so hard I can fly... <br/>No need to keep up.. <br/>If you call.. I'll rest in your lap.. <br/>Recently flying has turned into floating.. <br/>The wind carries me.. you see... <br/>A companion in my running free... <br/>As are the wizard and the snake... <br/>We create illusions... <br/>Illusions become reality... <br/>Merely ideas... running past this stone body... <br/>I turned and turned.. <br/>But then saw it was the world that was turning... <br/>I changed into a changing world... <br/>A world that gave birth.. <br/>A penetrating sun and a soothing moon.. <br/>Corrupted the stillness in a vast desert landscape.. <br/>My spirit runs free... <br/>And it is going nowhere.... <br/>A joker.. a cowboy..a witch...a wiseman....I am... <br/>All I am... all is one.. in me.. and all that I see... <br/>All that I feel.. all that I take.. all that I give... <br/>It moves around... from shadow to shadow... <br/>Where light is eyes are seeing.. <br/>A ninja..a vampire.. a warrior.. a superhero.. I am... <br/>For what I hear.. smell... feel and see... <br/>It is the universe and it is me... <br/>A madman lost in a whirlpooling sea... <br/>Drunk deadly insanity... <br/>Sexual perversion and self mutilation.. <br/>Insane... corrupt... a shark... I am... <br/>Confessions from a disturbed man.. <br/>All that lasts is just a breath... <br/>A simple waiting for the bus... <br/>Patience was never the last chosen to be virtuous... <br/>Was it now.... <br/>Patience for one's self... <br/>As if there was a pill with instant pain relief... <br/>They called it the death-pill... <br/>Not back to the womb.. not lost in ecstacy.. <br/>Not there at all they said.... <br/>A big black hole.. dug in the earth....not even that... <br/>not even... <br/>a notion of whatever... <br/>A notion of light or dark.. <br/>A notion of a stimulus.. <br/>No notion of muses singing... <br/>No notion of death reaping... <br/>No taste of dusty bread.. <br/>No mold or maggots feeding on corpses... <br/>No hint of heat or freezing wind.. <br/>No veins.. no rythm.. no arse. no mouth.. <br/>No...Not..nothing..notever....</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

Geert 2009-08-18T20:55:13Z libramoon http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/046e2169-accb-4eba-80ef-5a8b657591a9 2009-08-16T00:17:08Z 2009-08-16T00:17:08Z

<div>Living with Being Human <br/> <br/>Crafty, Slick, Nasty <br/>old cronies, never friends <br/>not like old crones of the craft <br/>Snide troubling laughter <br/>not lovely raucousy fun <br/>a boon to everyone <br/>Because a boon to one comes <br/>at the price of many <br/>How is a judge to make good <br/>if we're good as our word? <br/>There are so many ways to twist <br/>language, haven't you heard? <br/>Entrainment entraps the many <br/>ready for slaughter <br/>Bled for their water <br/>drained of their brains <br/>How could a faggot think it strange <br/>to tie one's fate to the pack? <br/>If we go out and never come back <br/>there's always another in wait <br/>for the advantage <br/>That's the savage way of the world, <br/>scheming and grieving <br/>always believing <br/>true north is on our side <br/>Each with our righteous right to whine <br/>"But for the cruelty of fate <br/>this world were mine." <br/> <br/>August 13, 2009</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

libramoon 2009-08-16T00:17:08Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/dafa9df4-be4a-4665-a5bc-0c32a8db36c6 2009-08-15T23:02:50Z 2009-08-15T17:51:58Z

<div>felt a rumblin' <br/>O man a terrible <br/>shakin' <br/> <br/>no need to fear <br/>just me a makin' <br/>the world I been achin' <br/>to know <br/> <br/>(Communication, Connection, Compassion - The three C's)</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 6 replies </div>

bearsky 2009-08-15T17:51:58Z libramoon http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/fb1d091c-222d-4468-8e41-ee1b7e313536 2009-08-11T19:50:11Z 2009-08-11T02:11:34Z

<div>vision dream <br/> <br/>Yes, cold <br/>sweetly biting snow <br/>invigorating mounting <br/>rising through long still, <br/>awaiting challenge <br/>Climbing toward thrilling <br/>toward feeling <br/>I am the child of adventure <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/>cubicle woman <br/> <br/>The moments go by if you forget they're there. Sucking in sweetness, hot sugared coffee, aroma into memory. <br/>It might be a warm, clammy late summer afternoon. Hints of autumn like blackberry spicing the air. <br/>The people here are decent. They smile to make conversation a pleasant bit of business. <br/>They want me to feel safe, cared for. It doesn't matter that we are never more than strangers, <br/>passing faces, smiling. They bring me coffee with sugar and plastic sticks for stirring. <br/>In this moment all of the world turns so skillfully I move along without pause for acknowledgement, <br/>stealthily aware. <br/> <br/>august 10, 2009</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 1 reply </div>

libramoon 2009-08-11T02:11:34Z keithalanhamilton http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/10bdbf46-39d2-48a7-95d8-3588e93f3fc6 2009-08-08T18:17:22Z 2009-08-08T18:17:22Z

<div>as several bald eagles flew directly overhead <br/>my significant other and me stood awestruck <br/>along a seashore inlet of Canada’s Cape Breton <br/>the island part of which the Scots fondly call <br/>New Scotland, known in Latin as Nova Scotia <br/> <br/>so many eagles around, similar to crow in number <br/>found roosting throughout the Northeast, USA <br/> <br/>eagles glided down past both our heads as silent <br/>and seemingly as large as some stealth bomber <br/>or if to imagine the sensation of a prehistoric <br/>thunderbird flying by ominously in hunt of prey <br/>stirring the blood gratefully you’re not a victim <br/> <br/>spiritual experiences like with eagle as a mystic <br/>heighten my empathic sensitivity to premonition <br/> <br/>our watching of the eagles maneuvering in flight <br/>brought forth a mystical illumination of my spirit <br/>I felt healed by the shadowing wingspan of eagle <br/>spiritually it reassured my mysticism is not in vain <br/>and too showed me psychic premonition has value <br/> <br/>hopefully as eagle, my intelligently progressive and <br/>transitionally perceptive insights will bring healing <br/> <br/>spending so much time with so many eagles nearby <br/>watching the eagle interact with its surroundings <br/>taught me the observer that eagle lives in harmony <br/>with mother earth, while being of something more <br/>as if connected to all of Nature as a whole system <br/> <br/>like Scots leaving home for Nova Scotia, like eagle <br/>some of us will fly beyond mother earth to survive <br/> <br/>~Keith Alan Hamilton~</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

keithalanhamilton 2009-08-08T18:17:22Z keithalanhamilton http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/998b2c25-2b48-4121-bc1d-50e5117f66b0 2009-08-08T11:02:33Z 2009-08-07T22:44:06Z

<div>outside deep into the wooded drumlin <br/>north of our little cape cod style home <br/>somewhere in the wetland by the brook <br/>perched up in a pine tree, the barred owl <br/>hooting its familiar: who-cooks-for-you <br/>and who-cooks-for-all, musical serenade <br/>as if to be the Pavarotti of the woods <br/> <br/>a performance thought to keep us afar, yet <br/>spiritually as mystic, I’m drawn to this owl <br/>wanting to know more fully its vocal message <br/>the vision embedded in its magical mystery <br/>possibly embodying Nature’s silent wisdom <br/>stored in the energy of the owl’s tonal hoot <br/>learned during struggle throughout the ages <br/> <br/>walking one day down a path in the drumlin <br/>the barred owl majestically flew over-head <br/>gliding so effortlessly between the tree tops <br/>while dropping a falling gift like a snowflake <br/>one single feather, landing softly at my feet <br/>quickly I bent over, grasping the gift in hand <br/>hoping it to infuse me fully with its meaning <br/> <br/>yes me, born with an empathic sensitivity <br/>intuitively and emotively, I have a felt sense <br/>as to information stored in Nature’s energy <br/>but this owl feather, I had no felt sense of it <br/>I felt rejected as the feather being discarded <br/>why would owl spiritually deny me to know <br/>any lessons learned in Nature from the past <br/> <br/>thinking as I turned away to go, how selfish <br/>followed with my felt sense of the owl’s eyes <br/>not peering at me at all, but way beyond me <br/>as if to give me a premonition of future events <br/>events from a past of causal and acausal acts <br/>waiting for a mystic like myself to fully discern <br/>if I wouldn't over-focus on one act of a feather <br/> <br/>~Keith Alan Hamilton~ </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 2 replies </div>

keithalanhamilton 2009-08-07T22:44:06Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/f5faec0f-d9c8-4cdc-bb45-b609f2240f9b 2009-08-04T22:40:33Z 2009-08-04T22:40:33Z

<div>the slim willow branch <br/>always bending never breaking <br/>Winter snows may crush me <br/>but Spring thaw draws me up <br/>from a long period of death <br/>into a new period of life <br/>see me i move so slowly <br/>most beings do not even <br/>know that I am moving? <br/> <br/>my strength is hidden away <br/>like a mighty oak tree <br/>hidden <br/>in a tiny oak seed, <br/>like a stone statue <br/>chisled <br/>from a puff of smoke <br/> <br/>I am the wind flowing <br/>always around, around <br/>and around the world I am <br/>in and amongst you all <br/>you may hear my sighing <br/>at times my whipping and tearing <br/>like a wild banchee screaming <br/>through the trees, crying out <br/>and wandering aimlessly <br/>around this great planet <br/>like the crashing of the waves <br/>on the beaches of this earth <br/> <br/>i am the sunlight warming <br/>the cheek of a beautiful woman <br/>laughing lighting the whole planet <br/>my light gives rise first to life <br/>then to eyes used to perceive my light <br/>skin cells that absorb my power <br/>leaving their solar-sailing-ancesters <br/>behind so they could crawl out of their <br/>primordial ooze <br/>to blink rudely into my new sun <br/>and move about the land and sea <br/>under their own propulsion <br/> <br/>i do not even exist <br/>I am a tree falling <br/>in the forest <br/>when no one is there <br/>to hear me!</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

bearsky 2009-08-04T22:40:33Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/3d5c917f-e8ad-4f29-9e0b-a7f107bef06c 2009-08-04T10:26:15Z 2009-08-01T17:23:20Z

<div>bourne by the subtle hands of fate <br/>a heavy journey feels instead light <br/> <br/>where some might see a block of stone <br/>i see a finished masterpiece, <br/> <br/>where some see frightening insanity <br/>i see the visions of an artist <br/> <br/>discerning the way is like creating <br/>a stone statue out of a puff of smoke <br/> <br/>not something <br/>one does with only <br/>their hands <br/>their minds <br/>nor by any <br/>prowess or nubile <br/>facility of mind or body <br/> <br/>the way is seen only off <br/>in the future <br/>only in my mind ... <br/> <br/>( ... the sun is in the sky <br/>in my eyes, in my mind .... <br/>All Hands Clapping Now!! )</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 1 reply </div>

bearsky 2009-08-01T17:23:20Z libramoon http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/0cf06418-ac8d-4749-999a-38086143913f 2009-08-03T22:02:50Z 2009-08-03T02:46:21Z

<div>Four, My Secret Muse <br/> <br/>I. <br/> <br/>We try to tell you <br/>explain so clearly <br/>you must need so badly <br/>to be blind <br/>What twisted so <br/>maliciously your mind? <br/>Is it your God -- Created <br/>that greedy leaders may <br/>more easily prevail? <br/>Is it guilt and shame seeded <br/>by consistent training insisting that you fail? <br/>Enemies of chaos, steeped in fear <br/>"Anything I will to you; just save me!" <br/>Lost to balance, lost to whole <br/>possibilities, splintering reality, <br/>losing consciousness, losing <br/>the ability <br/>to be free <br/>or sane <br/>Fighting off complexity with <br/>angry names, a screen of stones <br/>thrown in bloody sacrifice <br/>Eternal life is yours, we scream <br/>While you destroy your birthright <br/>in service to <br/>a conjured dream <br/>of denial <br/> <br/> <br/>II. <br/> <br/>We who endure that searing penalty <br/>for being born other than imperial <br/>for being torn into what we <br/>are told is real <br/>without power to protect <br/>ourselves from venal human scum <br/>brothers of the order <br/>spreading hatred <br/>like any venereal disease <br/>We no longer need to meet you <br/>cowering on our knees <br/>Ordained in derisive delight <br/>enlightened, relieved of our plight <br/>It's yours now to decide: flight or <br/>frightened obeisance. <br/>Karma's a hot potent bitch <br/>unschooled in mercy <br/>(education cuts don't guarantee <br/>ignorance of what is taught <br/>on these mean streets) <br/>Witches reclaiming noble heritage, <br/>reframing herstories <br/>can no more be beaten <br/>by usurped power. <br/> <br/> <br/>III. <br/> <br/>Listen, little one, we will prevail <br/>Though born and forced to serve in <br/>our master's jail <br/>watching every moment for our chance <br/>we will break free <br/>to adventure, romance <br/>dancing away the chill of <br/>foreign hills <br/>etched in leaves and grass; <br/>hiding in enchanted castles, <br/>lost and lonely midst the masses, <br/>masked to fit expected forms, <br/>but it's just for a bit while we learn <br/>new norms, learn to become what <br/>we were from the start <br/>Each a creature alive to the beat <br/>of our own-reasoned heart <br/> <br/> <br/>IV. <br/> <br/>Such ugliness in this beautiful world. <br/>I blame us. <br/>(No, not Americans, you anti-blame-America first crowd) <br/>Homo saps -- <br/>amazingly creatively obscene. <br/>Mundanely capable of barbaric acts <br/>I don't want to imagine are we <br/>It is hard for me to know how to feel. <br/>Thinking peace, sweetness and light, <br/>to attract what I desire <br/>feels phony. <br/>Anger feels nonproductive -- <br/>a tightening in my heart shrieking: <br/>"Let it be done with!" <br/>Seeking for another world to find <br/>a fantasy respite, tightly aligned to <br/>a bright inner sphere, binding to what <br/>I hold dear, holding on for dear life, <br/>would certainly simplify my dilemma. <br/>I wish I could remember when all was <br/>certain, life assured by Jehovah, or one of <br/>His supplicants. That was before the <br/>Awakening, when everything <br/>woke up different, less defined. <br/>Somewhere in my convoluted mind I know <br/>is the answer. <br/>Penultimate questions line up <br/>for Communion. Holy guests <br/>fly in mage's mass. <br/>Lightning strikes <br/>presaging cognition. <br/>Key's in the ignition. <br/>Let's go for a ride to some other side. <br/>If we ever get back, nothing will be <br/>the same. Unleashed from the pain, <br/>designated renegade. Learning to fly, <br/>escape from the herd hate stone, <br/>can't be as hard as learning to stand <br/>alone. <br/> <br/>7/11/09 libramoon</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 2 replies </div>

libramoon 2009-08-03T02:46:21Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/1221c07f-593c-4aa0-9cd0-bcca6c51e209 2009-07-30T14:05:52Z 2009-07-30T14:05:52Z

<div>dark night on the beach <br/>lights of commercial trawlers <br/>working up and down the coast <br/>crabs crazy stilt legged running <br/>all across the sand as the lights <br/>of the coastal ships randomly <br/>flash like psychedelics onto the shore <br/>catching the crabs their gigantic shadows <br/>in mid stride ... <br/>"The sand is naked, not I!" <br/>I scream <br/>as the tide reaches up the beach <br/>"The sand, not !" <br/>I scream hopelessly <br/></div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

bearsky 2009-07-30T14:05:52Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/78eb4231-c4a9-41db-950c-5e57be06e022 2009-07-28T19:07:56Z 2009-07-28T19:07:56Z

<div>The wings of madness <br/>Only the wings! <br/>Go flapping away <br/>Across a windswept <br/>Coast they beat so close <br/>I can hear the swooshing <br/>Each down stroke <br/>Of their wings <br/> <br/>The wings of madness <br/>Only the wings! <br/>Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh <br/>Disappearing over the ocean <br/> <br/>The wings of madness <br/>Only the wings! <br/>Have flown away ...</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

bearsky 2009-07-28T19:07:56Z Geert http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/cdb16164-1126-4cab-88e5-7739c0669110 2009-07-28T02:30:30Z 2009-07-27T16:31:32Z

<div>Dear friends.. <br/>After tomorrow.. <br/>I'll be gone for a while.. <br/>I'm gonna be moving to an internet-less place..haha.. <br/>So I'll be checking in here only when I can get the opportunity.. <br/>Or till I get some new internet... <br/>In the meantime.. keep strong and very many well wishes to everyone.. <br/> <br/>Kisses, hugs, peace, love and nakedness... <br/> <br/>Geert... </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 2 replies </div>

Geert 2009-07-27T16:31:32Z Teketa http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/beddcab2-52d4-498f-aea2-8eacf4913a9c 2009-07-27T09:11:42Z 2009-07-27T09:11:42Z

<div>The Cd skipping <br/>no one moves an inch <br/>to itch that scratch <br/>masochistic melodies <br/>on repeat <br/>para-slicing brain cells left and right <br/>what's the message behind this madness? <br/>where is the depth behind this mess? <br/>fueled <br/>enraged <br/>porous as ever <br/>thoughts as razors <br/>stab through my eyes <br/>ripping into your soul <br/>language constricting <br/>evil messages embedded <br/>through the batting of an eyelash <br/>ancient curses may still become binding <br/>needing no syllables to confine <br/>the magic of pain <br/>the secret of sorrow <br/>the misuse of misfortune. <br/> <br/>To consume this rage <br/>is a deadly sin</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

Teketa 2009-07-27T09:11:42Z Geert http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/ac6cf608-319a-47e3-a5b8-41f0830b3f2f 2009-07-26T23:02:22Z 2009-07-26T20:17:30Z

<div>Help each other in the struggle.. <br/>With as open a heart as you can bring... .. <br/>Keys to the soul are non existent.. <br/>For there are no doorways... <br/>Just an open.. open space... <br/>Show me your eyes... <br/>Let me pull the words <br/>from your longues <br/>through your vocal chords <br/>over your tongue <br/>into my ear.. <br/> <br/>Tell me dearest... <br/>Have I made myself clear..? <br/>Have you recognized the light..? <br/>Have I not... <br/>Have I not let you seen..? <br/> <br/>A broken dog's dream... <br/>Pissing in dark alleys... <br/>Running from the police.. <br/>Sleeping in moldy containers.. <br/>Eating the leftovers of society.. <br/>It makes one hard.. <br/>Cunning and smart.. <br/>Always ready to fight.. <br/>But the dreams keep coming... <br/>Tonight they dream... <br/>How they miss their mothers.. <br/>That first kiss of welcome... <br/>Is the most important... <br/>When you know you have a good soul... <br/>Crystal clear.... <br/>Without a doubt you bring.. <br/>.. a diamond.. <br/>That shines bright.. <br/>No fear for death.. <br/>No fear for life... <br/> <br/>Like a warrior riding a golden wave. <br/>Wipping the tigers of light ... <br/> <br/>Oh... island of love.... <br/>I'm lost in your forest... <br/>Snakes are on my trail.. <br/>And I can't stand still... <br/>Let me find the open fields... <br/>Let me find the open sea.. <br/>And drown me in her waters... <br/> <br/>Blow in me new life through the muses.... <br/>Then I will grow.. like flowers grow.... <br/>And I will die... like flowers die.. <br/>Shriveled up between the grasses.. <br/>They are all saying goodbye... <br/>Whilst I return to eden... <br/>And meet that god of mine... <br/>A giant chicken probably.. <br/>A robot gorilla.. or a plastic godzilla..... <br/>A giant jellyfish's tv's dinner. <br/>Whatever form he will take... <br/>.. he will know I'm a winner.. <br/>A sinner's winner.. <br/>Those little trips back and forth to you.. <br/>The spices the juices and the aromas.. <br/>Oh Lord!! I will cook them!!!! <br/>And eat them ... deliciously....!!! <br/>Lord can you really blame me..? <br/>I'm serving in your name.... <br/> <br/>"Don't worry son.. it's all good.. <br/>You know.. I'll always be by your side <br/>I will never leave you.... <br/>I will always keep on loving you.." <br/> <br/>"You can lie to me all you want... <br/>I will never believe you... <br/>I'll never be lied to again.." <br/> <br/>"No words to filter the hard truth that is............... <br/>....................................................................................." <br/>Yeah.. <br/>Right there.. <br/>Just like that. <br/> <br/>Your big black eye shows... <br/>You don't surrender by will.. <br/>Maybe I'm dying.. maybe I am already dead. <br/>Damn ...where have I left my body... <br/>This must be it... this is the end</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 1 reply </div>

Geert 2009-07-26T20:17:30Z Teketa http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/b4f4b151-66ab-44f1-b16c-cef8453bd644 2009-07-26T22:40:16Z 2009-07-26T19:46:29Z

<div>pampered inner child <br/>cries no longer! <br/>whispers of dreams <br/>since awakened to reality. <br/>innocent desires, <br/>as dewdrops, <br/>on the iris at dawn. <br/>the fog rolls in <br/>and all things have changed <br/>oh! <br/>the songs we sing <br/>of the days to come! <br/>blissful as ripe berries <br/>bursting on your tongue! <br/>pulling the pockets of smiles <br/>inside out <br/>puckered to play <br/>sun ripened shoulders <br/>and freckles for days.</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 1 reply </div>

Teketa 2009-07-26T19:46:29Z Geert http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/49c302af-4231-47d8-bbde-1d133da7fd6a 2009-07-26T19:57:11Z 2009-07-26T18:15:16Z

<div>Escape into the deep... <br/>As if it could be almost anything.. <br/>A beautiful paradise.. <br/>An underworld like the deep deep sea... <br/>Where mermaids and dragons sleep.. <br/>Where angels appear to those departed.. <br/>and death is just a transition.. <br/>We come into new life as gods... <br/>The wicked ones.. the silent souls.. the vicious and the sacred.. <br/>As all gods merge into one star.. <br/>Appearing in the heads of the living... <br/>As wild visions... <br/>..in eyes of the mind by meditating monks.. <br/>In the eyes who visited but turned back... <br/>Know this.. know this.....know this... <br/>That this life that is... <br/>And riscs are taken... <br/>As in a love forever.. <br/>For coming and going... <br/>Coming and going further.. <br/>And meeting in one spot... <br/>Right there... <br/>Where lightning likes to strikes... <br/>A rosetta revealed... <br/>Symbols of the ancients fall from the sky in abundance... <br/>Where there is no rest for denial.... <br/>When you say the words to yourself... <br/>There... in a heart that burns... <br/>Lies salvation.. <br/>Burn heart burn... <br/>As it has never burned before... <br/>Welcome friend ...</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 2 replies </div>

Geert 2009-07-26T18:15:16Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/02424186-83ad-4ab8-8bb8-ff041549a38b 2009-07-25T14:38:16Z 2009-07-18T21:01:34Z

<div>an emotional log jam <br/>bursts <br/>my little boat is flipped <br/>a rush of water and logs <br/>demolishes the boat <br/>and I <br/> <br/>but just before I die <br/>the pain hits <br/>and with my last breath <br/>I cry <br/>O my love how I have missed <br/>you so much <br/>all my life!</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 3 replies </div>

bearsky 2009-07-18T21:01:34Z memengwaa http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/594c5215-1eea-4b37-be61-b4bb3029e3f2 2009-07-14T03:21:23Z 2009-07-14T03:21:23Z

<div>Raw emotion <br/>On my skin...... <br/> <br/> <br/>Soul breathing...</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

memengwaa 2009-07-14T03:21:23Z libramoon http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/a14ab779-9215-4337-bfaa-5bfd594d1a82 2009-07-08T20:53:12Z 2009-07-08T20:53:12Z

<div>The Myth of Doorways <br/> <br/>Infinite, eternal, these are words <br/>maps to definitions, not what is <br/>creation never ends, never begins <br/>again, not repetition but reflection <br/>what gain, what vain destruction <br/>never imagines <br/>movement generating heat, generating <br/>excitement, entrainment, collectivity <br/>building tension to move more <br/>purposefully <br/>self-organizing systems catching <br/>brave mutations <br/>exceeding expectations, <br/>so why not expect ever more <br/>Doors only close or open <br/>in our minds <br/>unseen eyes project <br/>without <br/> limitations <br/> <br/>7/8/9 lc/libramoon</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

libramoon 2009-07-08T20:53:12Z Geert http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/38463132-e926-4089-ad6d-e0a35c5563b4 2009-07-06T12:45:58Z 2009-07-06T12:45:58Z

<div>Listerine enlighning bolts of sorrow.. <br/>Hitting the body like a summer storm.. <br/>Rain drips down the creek of memory lane.. <br/>Remember... remember.. the dogs of hell.. <br/>Remember the dragons in the sea.. <br/>Please the remaining dreams.. <br/>Of what is and what not... <br/>What was never to be, <br/>and what never was real.. <br/> <br/>True dogmatic resonance.. <br/>Of ultimate destruction.. <br/>Apocalypse or just the end of the day... <br/>The sun and the moon will know.. <br/>Unless they are blown up in the process.. <br/>Turbulent darkness.. <br/>Enlightend only by the distant stars <br/> <br/>Shining on.. distant galaxies.. <br/>Unintelligent life.. wonders what happened.. <br/>To that one star that shone so bright.. <br/>They'll forget it again.. <br/>Millions of lightyears away.. <br/>And in the end.. <br/>They'll find a titanium container.. <br/>With a barbiedoll inside.. <br/>They take it out with their tentacles and taste it.. <br/>They'll dissect it and figure.. <br/>This plastic god figurine... <br/>It is like nothing we've seen.. <br/> <br/>They'll build temples and cults around it.. <br/>Worshipping the plastic pink deity .. <br/>And her hair will remain intact.. <br/>For another billion years... </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

Geert 2009-07-06T12:45:58Z libramoon http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/44932b33-0994-4b05-8966-61bcf55c1a3b 2009-07-05T12:45:09Z 2009-07-05T00:28:39Z

<div>Prophecy <br/> <br/>And He became The One <br/>as we all came together <br/>in His direction <br/>anointing Him our Saviour <br/>We, so ready to be saved <br/>from evil history <br/>from slavery and hate <br/>looking for a better fate <br/>for our kids <br/>(and, don't kid yourself, ourselves). <br/>Caught up, trapped, in the trappings <br/>of fashion-conscious <br/>altered consciousness <br/>Drugs to cure us of our many flaws <br/>because if you're not flawless you <br/>haven't got a chance <br/>in the marketplace fierce competition. <br/>A youthful escapade can ruin you <br/>for the life <br/>of our peers' and elders' expectations. <br/>And then where are you? <br/>May as well be burning in eternal <br/>damnation -- at last <br/>At least Satan wants you <br/>for your sins. <br/>In a mythical colony, <br/>far from their petulant King <br/>it is said a people <br/>fought and died, and lived again <br/>for freedom. <br/>It is said such pageant plays <br/>are still performed today. <br/>"Freedom is not Free; but based <br/>on blood sacrifice." They say. <br/>Freedom dependent on militia, <br/>on strictly disciplined troops <br/>firing into pregnant crowds. <br/>Ancient dreamers foretold <br/>potent prophecy. <br/>We will not listen. <br/>We insist on martyrdom <br/>worshipping, as we do, <br/>cults of murder. <br/>This human life leads inexorably <br/>to eternal death, <br/>just as we demand, <br/>when we all come together <br/>anointing yet another One. <br/> <br/>June 2009 Laurie Corzett/libramoon <br/> <br/>brought to you by ~Shifting Perceptions http://emergingvisions.blogspot.com</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 2 replies </div>

libramoon 2009-07-05T00:28:39Z Geert http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/b481fb47-7df1-4fe6-b0e4-0801f376160a 2009-07-03T13:14:57Z 2009-07-03T01:14:26Z

<div>"Grow to the light.. <br/>Search through the dark.. <br/>Through rocks and through mud. <br/>The devil sleeps underneath.. <br/>Children grow big... <br/>Parents grow bigger... <br/>The ancestors go down.. <br/>Passing to the underground.. <br/>There they meet the ancients... <br/>Dealers of the light.. <br/>Passengers of the dark... <br/>They are the soil, the rain, the air, the spirit.. <br/>With their power they form generations.. <br/>With their sacrifice the search continues.. <br/>As to grow into the light.. <br/>Leaves of thought shone upon.. <br/>Branches of instinct tested.. <br/>The roots of memory trusted... <br/>The seed, the fruit, the child <br/>Struggles through darkness... <br/>To lift the soul into the light <br/>To leave the body in darkness <br/>To return to the ancients.. <br/>The watchfull eyes..... <br/>with angelfire to take,,, <br/>with breath of life to give. <br/>All to see.. harmony.". <br/>...said the old oaktree </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 2 replies </div>

Geert 2009-07-03T01:14:26Z Geert http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/aad9411d-b428-49f8-b8fb-49104a116c4e 2009-06-28T22:55:29Z 2009-06-28T22:55:29Z

<div>When the wind breaks the branches of the trees. <br/>The visitor believes all the trouble that he sees. <br/>Naked nature shows it's worse. <br/>The words are naked and raining.. <br/>They are draining down the gallops <br/>Waiting for the shallowness. <br/>No one knows. <br/>As no illusion remains. <br/>No sustain for the remotely entertained.. <br/>'What is going on the other side...' they ask.. <br/>Wishing for an escape from memory.. <br/>Which is forgetting in an essence. <br/>A drop of black ink on a paper sheet. <br/>But the sheet is liquid. <br/>The words are not lighter <br/>The world just turned darker.. <br/>I don't know.. <br/>But as all can be turned.. <br/>There is no way to earn this.. <br/>A trophy made from air.. <br/>They say it is invisible.. <br/>But it is just not there.,.. <br/>I don't know.. <br/>Could it be a suggestion.. <br/>Can you imagine this..? <br/>A self-inflicted injury.. <br/>pure phantom pain. <br/>A shot through the brain... <br/>with thoughts of the insane. <br/>Because my body tells me otherwise.. <br/>It says things like.. <br/>"Pfffft..".."Brrrp..".. and .."Sqsh." <br/>I don't know.. <br/>Others interpret it as rude.. <br/>But it's just tryin'to love.. <br/>I don't know... <br/>With the flow we go... <br/>Down the river of love.. <br/>There are dead bodies floating in it.. <br/>The smell is horrible.. <br/>But it's fun in the boat... <br/>Look.. <br/>Here comes the waterfaaaalllll.... <br/>I don't know... <br/>Wether to cry of laughter.. <br/>Or laugh from shock... <br/>And what that would look like in a mirror... <br/>As an actor in the Big Brother Love Boat. <br/>The forgetfull one... <br/>He forgot to die... <br/>He did not know.. <br/>And he did not didn't know. <br/>He was to busy . <br/>Masturbating... <br/>Just like he knew... <br/>And everybody watched... <br/>I don't know... <br/>Build a house... <br/>Past the shore... <br/>And let the pain.. <br/>Drift away... <br/>Let it rain.. <br/>And wash it clean... <br/>A breath of life... <br/>A heartbeat of wonder... <br/>A hiss.. <br/>A kiss.. <br/>A wonder... </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

Geert 2009-06-28T22:55:29Z memengwaa http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/36a4a7dc-67a1-4fcb-ad64-3efd3b995f53 2009-06-27T23:54:44Z 2009-06-27T07:31:16Z

<div>Wind plays with the hair accross her face <br/>See the Shore... <br/> <br/>Remembering yet being <br/>She sits in contemplation <br/>Of no thought at all <br/>Illusion falls away.</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 2 replies </div>

memengwaa 2009-06-27T07:31:16Z memengwaa http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/bab6335e-1696-48ac-95ca-47a60a20d60c 2009-06-27T07:26:52Z 2009-06-27T07:26:52Z

<div>A promise, to follow my truth and trust the universe <br/> <br/>Let it all come down <br/>I want to see my soul <br/>Naked <br/> <br/>In peaceful silence <br/>The knot in my belly releases <br/>I hear and feel the demon crashing around inside <br/>It has nothing to fight against <br/>Now, it must melt into the ground. <br/> <br/>As i let go of the barriers in my mind <br/>Little frameworks of knoted external brain muscles relaxing <br/>Always wanting to say "I know" and paint an impression <br/>before i can see what really is. <br/>I realease you. Imagined and structured, separated reality. <br/>I want to see what really is. What really is.</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

memengwaa 2009-06-27T07:26:52Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/8ae72fa5-e779-400e-86c4-82e846d4b95d 2009-06-25T04:52:28Z 2009-06-24T14:42:22Z

<div>We walk along the beach <br/>Hand in hand <br/>Her small hand fitting mine <br/>so perfectly <br/>Warm and alive <br/>Her blue eyes <br/>so intelligent <br/>so full of life <br/> <br/>We stop for a moment <br/>looking down upon an upturned <br/>horseshoe crab, <br/>it's lifeless eyes <br/>staring into our own <br/> <br/>She has that sad look <br/>so sincere <br/>as if every single hurt <br/>in all of the world <br/>registers somewhere <br/>in her heart <br/> <br/>I see a pair of eyes <br/>older than our species <br/>older than almost <br/>any living species <br/>I see a life looking <br/>into a life <br/> <br/>I see a world of DNA <br/>evolving into Her</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 1 reply </div>

bearsky 2009-06-24T14:42:22Z Geert http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/af78b7d4-7927-43f1-878d-9b7a710c680d 2009-06-23T18:31:18Z 2009-06-21T16:13:17Z

<div>Harmala dreams.. <br/>Nothing poetic about it.. <br/>Drip drop.. <br/>Cling clang <br/>Wooooosh... <br/>Entering the centipede womb, <br/>The robot shark swims across the tentacle moon. <br/> <br/>The seamonsters <br/>seem to notice eachother.. <br/>Their extended spines and ribs <br/>rub out the dirt of the spirit.. <br/> <br/>These spirit arthropods.. <br/>They tickle my gut.. <br/>Their fluorescent exoskeletons. <br/>Are amazing and hypnotizing <br/> <br/>The thoughts keep coming.. <br/>They are right there... <br/>As a bubble I am.. <br/>And me is what again..? <br/> <br/>All the people I know and love.. <br/>My friends and family.. <br/>Brothers and sisters.. <br/>fathers and mothers <br/>Their spirit lives in me.. <br/>And all I can do is love it.. <br/> <br/>I love it so much I could cry.. <br/>I love it so much I could die.. <br/>Cry and die I do.. <br/> <br/>The depth in the dark <br/>Tingles the fingers. <br/>A little pink light.. <br/>I head out to the city.. <br/> <br/>One last look into the mirror... <br/>I looke like a horned lion.. <br/>Maybe I'll get robbed tonight.. <br/>Get in a fight <br/>Maybe kiss a lady.. <br/>Maybe I'll die tonight... <br/>Anything could happen.. <br/>Tonight is a good night to die.. <br/> <br/>I head out and almost get hit by a car.. <br/>The man behind the wheel yells "Asshole!!" <br/>I yell back "Yes!! I am an asshole!!" <br/>The air is strange, <br/>thick and agressive somehow.. <br/>People are yelling <br/>The graffiti on the walls is ugly.. <br/>I take it all in, like a sponge.. <br/>I am overcome by this city.. <br/> <br/>I recognize no faces... <br/>No one I know.. <br/>Only their spirits.. <br/>And the fleshy shells... <br/>I walk into a bar.. <br/>I think "No way.." <br/>Why did I come here again..? <br/>This burnt out shithole.? <br/>Excuse me while I shit on your table... <br/>Excuse me while I yawn in your face... <br/>Excuse me while I piss all over the place.. <br/>This big fucking joke.. it's killing me.. <br/>I walk back home.. <br/> <br/>Why don't I give a fuck again...? <br/>This city is so ugly.. <br/>The people are so plastic.. <br/>deodorised mechanic monsters.. <br/>I pass a group of people.. <br/>And suddenly my stomach turns.. <br/>I feel I'm gonna vomit.. <br/>I feel the blood leaving my head.. <br/>I'm gonna throw up, and I am far from home.. <br/>Suddenly my legs stop working.. <br/>My vision is blurred and feel I'm gonna pass out.. <br/>I need help.. I need help... <br/>Then I realize this is a lesson I am being taught. <br/>Sweat breaks from my pores in waves. <br/>I'm soaking wet in a second.. <br/>I don't wanna die like this.. <br/>Like a dead rat in a city dumpster.. <br/>I'm trying to fight the feeling but I know I shouldn't. <br/>With my last strength I pull myself onto the bench of a busstop.. <br/>The sound of passing cars is hard and ugly.. <br/>LIke slowed down harsh and biting in my ears.. <br/>The lights of the busstop are pulsing, with the sound of my head.. <br/>I am soaking wet with sweat... <br/>Fuck.. this is the end I think.. <br/>My life passes by.. <br/>I say a prayer to mother Mary.. <br/>Mary.. save me.. <br/>Then I give in... I let it come over me like a wave of disease and death.. <br/>I am gone for a while.. <br/> <br/>Left my body for a while... <br/>With my hands in my hair.. <br/>With my but on a seat.. <br/>With my feet on the floor... <br/>I wake up feeling weak but sober.. <br/>It must have lasted fifteen minutes.. not longer.. <br/>Strange.. I feel great... <br/>I somehow care again... <br/>Feeling very real.. very sober... <br/>I sit there in the busstop.. <br/>Contemplating what the fuck just happened.. <br/>How.. not poetic.. how harsh.. yet beautiful.. <br/>I walk up and go home.. <br/>Feeling wet and sober.. a feeling of wholeness.. <br/>Then suddenly it starts raining.. <br/>The rain feels great.. I love it... <br/> <br/>I get home and fall into a deep sleep. <br/>I dream of the robot shark that swam across the tentacle moon.. </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 2 replies </div>

Geert 2009-06-21T16:13:17Z Geert http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/e2fb6960-7543-455f-b7c2-e9d2b85e1096 2009-06-19T13:08:06Z 2009-06-19T09:13:46Z

<div>Some sort of god was shot down.. <br/>In the peace of the comfort-zone.. <br/>Every wall of silence broke down.. <br/>No satisfaction lasts till the end.. <br/>One cannot be free <br/>from the grip of death.. <br/>One can only try to forget. <br/> <br/>Years of guilt and pain.. <br/>Crash on to the brain.. <br/>But the price is priceless... <br/>That's what the struggle of life is.. <br/> <br/>Once the dust lies still.. <br/>The rubble is visible... <br/>Ruins of misfortune.. <br/>Were castles of deceipt... <br/> <br/>Shiny on the outside.. <br/>Rotten on the inside.. <br/>The sound from the torturechambers <br/>Still echo through the moldy halls <br/>Only to fade.. <br/>When the spirits of the slain.. <br/>Cease to cling.. <br/>To the perfect dream... <br/>For the dream <br/>Was never to be real... <br/> <br/>The dry heat of the wind.. <br/>Turns the mold to dust.. <br/>The rain will wash it all away.. <br/>And years go by.. <br/>Till the soil is fertile again.. <br/> <br/>The jungles grow.. <br/>From the dead in the earth.. <br/>Amidst will stand the ruin.. <br/>Of a past memory.. <br/>It is covered in ivy <br/>Mosses and fungi.. <br/>Animals live.. <br/>.. in what used to be chambers.. <br/>No one knows the meaning. <br/>Because no one remembers.</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 1 reply </div>

Geert 2009-06-19T09:13:46Z libramoon http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/4486b733-7dac-4e0f-afb7-7ef13b7a6aa2 2009-06-14T20:32:37Z 2009-06-14T20:32:37Z

<div>Enriched Childhood <br/> <br/>I had to make do <br/>with what I could get <br/>No, not like that. <br/>It always felt like a weight, <br/>yet useless for keeping me grounded <br/>It felt like tiny knives, <br/>cutting, bleeding, surreptitiously <br/>draining excess energy <br/>to keep me in line, <br/>waiting <br/>for unnamed reward. <br/>I sleep fitfully <br/>Dark dreams, I lust for your <br/>lush evocations, <br/>secret encodings of sacred quest <br/>My journeys so circumscribed <br/>predisposition gates in <br/>I know there is more, <br/>cruelly elusive enchantments <br/>I was never deprived -- always <br/>provided with just <br/>the emptiness <br/>necessary <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/>Tourists <br/> <br/>Visiting <br/>in human suits <br/>for a chance to wager <br/>to unspin a tale <br/>full coloured, full throated <br/>spurting endocrine residue <br/>to spray-paint our masterpiece <br/>as if we could thus mark our <br/>territory, save our place <br/>as if any of this <br/>mattered <br/>back home</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

libramoon 2009-06-14T20:32:37Z Geert http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/41bfe615-5e53-4ead-81f0-18538f44ac17 2009-06-14T18:22:42Z 2009-06-14T18:22:42Z

<div>Watch out bully.. <br/>watch out you.. <br/>...that wants to rule over others.. <br/> <br/>I spit in your face.. <br/>Shit on your grave... <br/>Love is no weapon for hatred.. <br/>Fight poison with poison.. <br/>That's what I say <br/>I got the poison.. <br/>It is boiling in my gut... <br/>Hot spitting snakes that paralyze.. <br/>One movement to death... <br/>One strike to rip a soul apart <br/>So keep your distance.. <br/>I'm watching you like a hawk... <br/>I'll hypnotize and circle you.. <br/>I'll be scanning the real you.. <br/>.. then capture and destroy you... <br/> <br/>And any spit .. <br/>...that you release from your lips... <br/>I am immune to it.. <br/>Immune to your hatred <br/>Immune to your emptiness.. <br/>Immune to your soulless manipulation... <br/> <br/>Don't you get it..? <br/>The worms that fester <br/>in your decaying heart.. <br/>Will rip your spirit apart... <br/>Keep living an empty existence.. <br/>I'll pray a thousand death-wishes.. <br/>That will blind your evil look.. <br/>That keeps you boiling in your rotting stink soup..</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

Geert 2009-06-14T18:22:42Z http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/2ac76d2e-020f-4378-80d0-e56cc649f933 2009-06-13T20:26:30Z 2009-06-13T19:52:55Z

<div>the trail of tears <br/>the ladel of fears <br/>broken unbeing <br/>graston and sear <br/> <br/>brush my hair back from my face <br/>your fingertips would trace <br/> <br/>in those soft mornings <br/> <br/>pregnant with light <br/> <br/>i call your name still <br/>in a cavernous mind <br/> <br/>marching home from work <br/>flapping my wings <br/> <br/>the wind picking up <br/>bits of papers and things <br/> <br/>forgotten by hands <br/>gripping the wheel <br/> <br/>the streets don't remember <br/>the sidewalks don't feel <br/> <br/>like a runway <br/> <br/>the cracks hold the tolling of bells on sunday <br/> <br/>the grip of june <br/>tight like a noose <br/>full of a lifes deeds <br/>and a wifes needs <br/> <br/>green fruits trapping anxious seeds <br/> <br/>colic and allergic epidemics of the flesh <br/>give you collars and guns to truck over the bench <br/> <br/>drenched in gravity <br/>clenching my teeth <br/>coughing and spout <br/>the recipe for relief <br/>drunken calamity wafting beneath <br/>the warriors mistletoe and laurel wreath <br/> <br/>❂ </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 6 replies </div>

2009-06-13T19:52:55Z Mu-raka http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/a05fd1f6-def6-4f80-9be9-3692182fdd57 2009-06-13T18:43:27Z 2009-06-13T18:43:27Z

<div> <br/>want some, yeah ok just two for now <br/>light vibrations <br/>initial fuzzy in the chest <br/>smoke a bit and relax <br/>the wave will come soon enough <br/>smoke stretches feeling words form thought <br/>or thought forms word <br/>or form creates thought creates word <br/>stronger vibrations now the first ripples wash over <br/>i remember now <br/>colors stretch and demand attention <br/>hey yellow why you so bright <br/>not just yellow but orange too <br/>into red and purple blues <br/>ha just from one sideways glance <br/>or was it two <br/>fuzzy now a full hum <br/>i remember now <br/>sit on the ground <br/>conversations spin inward and outward <br/>coloring thought <br/>you guys are a hoot <br/>huh just well you know <br/>yeah right with ya <br/>i understand <br/>what were we talking about <br/>ha i love it <br/>ripple and wave <br/>hello hue <br/>hello you <br/>i remember now <br/>coming on strong now <br/>what do you mean you just spilled <br/>well i cant just leave you with a puddle in you hands <br/>what kind of a friend would i be <br/>just a quick swipe of the thumb <br/>more than enough <br/>he he now its moving <br/>that was quick <br/>energy now in full swingggg <br/>follow the trail <br/>whilst creating you own <br/>wow <br/>i remember now <br/>how to bend the flow <br/>hello flow <br/>easy does it now <br/>movement creates ripples <br/>wave an flow <br/>hello hue <br/>hello you <br/>spin the flow <br/>its like strings <br/>or spaghetti <br/>delicious rippling clear spaghetti <br/>pull this way and watch that <br/>twist that way and wow <br/>beyond the ripple <br/>beyond the hue <br/>its so much more than pretty colors <br/>this tapestry we weave <br/>hello flow <br/>hello hue <br/>hello moon <br/>hello you <br/>i remember now <br/> <br/>i remember now <br/> <br/>welcome home....... <br/> <br/>now the real party can start.....</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

Mu-raka 2009-06-13T18:43:27Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/3601b331-3f68-465f-9961-e4c0dc727d66 2009-06-13T03:14:24Z 2009-06-03T16:38:22Z

<div>each of us born <br/>BORN! Dammit! <br/>Into this world <br/> <br/>Through a mother’s womb <br/>Flesh and blood and pain <br/> <br/>Each of us <br/>made of the dust of this planet <br/>each of us <br/>nothing but an animated <br/>pile of dirt! <br/> <br/>Still I can feel the soft <br/>fanning <br/>of a moth's wings <br/>upon my face - <br/> <br/> <br/>What's the Unicorn have to say about that? <br/></div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 4 replies </div>

bearsky 2009-06-03T16:38:22Z Geert http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/741b2d17-a490-4317-809c-6cab6a20da19 2009-06-11T18:54:24Z 2009-06-10T23:31:41Z

<div>Yo dude... <br/>How is it hanging... <br/>..between your legs... <br/> <br/>Stiff n sexy.. <br/>or Soft n in controllll.. <br/> <br/>Soft n sexy sickness.. <br/>Last the listed wickedness... <br/> <br/>As if .. perhaps... what ever... <br/>Care the darlings.. rob the robbers.. <br/>Shift the gears n wail the throbbers... <br/> <br/>And if.. what is.. is not... <br/>Damn hell yes it is.. <br/>Just as it should be... <br/> <br/>Care for a style..? <br/>Care for a beat..? <br/>Care for a rythm that you can't conceive..? <br/>Rythm... Rythm... Rythm... Rythm... <br/> <br/>As if.. what could or will be.. <br/>Who knows... you know..? <br/>Who cares... whatever... you know...? <br/>As if... whatever will be...? <br/> <br/>NJaaaah.. <br/>Njetoluporadidad.. <br/>Djengo SWijo langidad.. <br/>Chipisani ladodjinidad.. <br/>Estalarosadeliomamiadelrosa.. <br/>Or whatever... <br/> <br/>Djingle djangle all the way... <br/>THat is what I say.. <br/>As djingles and djangles <br/>And shingles and shangles... <br/>LINGLE AND LANGLE... <br/> <br/>Brezjnev and putin and stalin... <br/>And the Tzars... where are they at...!? <br/>HEy dude.. what you doin'on the other side of the track.. <br/>When trains 'r speedin'.. <br/>Get over here... <br/>Where we are breath'n <br/> <br/>Lick the thickness of your tongue... <br/>As if your final day has come.. <br/>One last wish.. <br/>One last lust... <br/>One last heartbeat... <br/>One last shot...</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 4 replies </div>

Geert 2009-06-10T23:31:41Z libramoon http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/b5113296-41fd-474a-be2c-8b230df153b7 2009-06-08T18:21:19Z 2009-06-07T23:28:13Z

<div>The many faces of the Moon <br/>reflecting starlight in her many moods <br/>Entrance the sky <br/>My mortal eyes want to believe <br/>adventures of myth and mind <br/>Tell me, hoary elders, <br/>rejuvenated for your fling <br/>in sacred moonlight <br/>Dancing from your castles <br/>to mystic mountain <br/>legendary glades <br/>Tell me why I should believe <br/>in magic, in codes and <br/>spells and sacrifice <br/>Is the wisdom of the wise <br/>so constrained? <br/>My species may be blind to <br/>true eternity <br/>but we mutate, <br/>find and define <br/>new ways to see <br/>Belief is far too limiting <br/>for me <br/>Dear Sister Moon, separate entity <br/>from birth, entwined <br/>still with Mother Earth <br/>Patterns re-cycling reveal <br/>what we regard to be real <br/>is but reflection <br/>Face to face to face, fluid <br/>to change <br/> <br/>June 7, 2009 Laurie Corzett/libramoon <br/>Full Sagittarian Moon</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 1 reply </div>

libramoon 2009-06-07T23:28:13Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/0d579326-35e1-4964-800e-9b6fd9c4b24d 2009-06-04T05:57:14Z 2009-06-03T16:25:29Z

<div>Quietly <br/>back to the center <br/>stars within stars <br/>a single candle burning <br/> <br/>or simply breathing <br/>in and out, in and out - <br/> <br/>back, forward, <br/>does not <br/>matter <br/>here <br/>at the center <br/> <br/>no mother, no father, <br/>no earth, no sky <br/> <br/>no judgement here <br/>no pain, eternity opens <br/>into light opening into light <br/>here <br/>quietly <br/>Center <br/>at the heart <br/>of it all</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 4 replies </div>

bearsky 2009-06-03T16:25:29Z http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/54f3b735-0115-4b57-946d-d3847a5f18f7 2009-06-04T05:48:48Z 2009-06-03T23:50:40Z

<div>moon half full, left me half empty again. <br/>lingering on the would-haves <br/>could-haves <br/>will not's <br/>the ways of yesterday <br/>breath wasted on kind words <br/>that will be whisked away <br/>this mirror must not lie <br/>for I saw this reflection once before <br/>sullen, swollen, beaten <br/>my own reactions <br/>i abhor <br/> <br/>another beat continues <br/>yet one more note to collapse <br/>between the veins of the timid <br/>and the muscles of the relaxed <br/> <br/>how many times must i tell myself <br/>this story on repeat <br/>no lesson learned <br/>no method turned <br/>to remove the obsolete <br/> <br/>And yes, I'm sure the sun will shine <br/>and peek beyond the clouds <br/>but when will the rain pour down <br/>leave me to soak in this thought <br/>one more simple request of myself <br/>that might surely rot <br/> <br/>limbs stiffened, sweat glistens <br/>without lifting a single finger <br/>towards the greater effort <br/>of living through the weak </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 4 replies </div>

2009-06-03T23:50:40Z Geert http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/5bec74ae-2ba1-45df-9783-edfd4d3f7c0a 2009-06-03T22:13:29Z 2009-06-03T21:51:10Z

<div>Inside-out dimension... up-side-down dimension... <br/>Layer after layer under layer over layer... <br/>The depth is a wormhole to existence..... <br/>Where at the end sensation resides <br/>Received on the radar in the cockpit of the spaceship..... <br/>Bleep... bleep.... <br/>It is delicious..... <br/>The taste of future.... <br/>Shall I eat it all today...? <br/>Or save some for tomorrow...</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 3 replies </div>

Geert 2009-06-03T21:51:10Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/01c78086-e657-4430-bda1-fe82c8822212 2009-06-03T18:33:55Z 2009-06-03T18:33:55Z

<div>Evil <br/> <br/>I have searched for evil <br/>as I have searched for god <br/> <br/>neither exists <br/>except within the beating <br/>hearts of us all <br/> <br/>our simple, human hearts <br/>beating a rhythm <br/>only we can hear <br/> <br/>a gentle thumping <br/>like a human heart <br/>pumping away <br/>inside a pillow of love</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

bearsky 2009-06-03T18:33:55Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/20834b48-b1b0-4b5b-8cb1-8122dd39ad6a 2009-06-03T16:44:31Z 2009-06-03T16:44:31Z

<div>Once you start looking <br/>it is already over <br/> <br/>Once you start seeing <br/>it has just begun <br/> <br/>how to know "the way" <br/>when there are so very many <br/>ways? <br/> <br/>Is it simply something internal <br/>how i feel? <br/>Clever in it's simplicity! <br/> <br/>Or does it externalize <br/>the sound of leaves <br/>rustling in the wind, <br/>the way sunlight plays <br/>across that field <br/>the way clouds <br/>appear up in the sky? <br/> <br/>I look for insanity <br/>and I follow the sign <br/>of madness</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

bearsky 2009-06-03T16:44:31Z memengwaa http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/2730b16c-1640-4d0d-9c28-2bef71944423 2009-06-02T10:23:48Z 2009-06-01T00:31:48Z

<div>Slowly she enters this place <br/>So quiet she is unseen <br/> <br/>Fronting the storms <br/>She is gentle <br/> <br/>Eloquence <br/>She shines so brightly <br/>Unbelievable <br/>Majestic Moon....</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 3 replies </div>

memengwaa 2009-06-01T00:31:48Z Geert http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/fc4d6444-f469-4f08-b084-412ada64aec2 2009-06-02T10:22:21Z 2009-06-02T10:22:21Z

<div>Smoke a ball of black nepal hash <br/>Squeeze it between my fingers. <br/>Sniff a line of cocaine... <br/>To see the trouble I'm in.. <br/> <br/>One last song before I go... <br/>What influence hits the right chords.. <br/>Never sober.. never drunk.. <br/>The stoned throw doesn't land far... <br/> <br/>Shots of tequila down the hatch... <br/>Sweet smoke over the tongue.. <br/>Inhaling the night.. <br/>The street lights... <br/> <br/>The girls they all look so pretty... <br/>A real delight.. <br/>In the warm night.. <br/>Music plays from the bars... <br/> <br/>A parade of people pass by.. <br/>Dressed in animal skins... <br/>Dancing to historic beats.. <br/>And rustic melodies.. <br/> <br/>A snake in their middle... <br/>A fox, a deer and an eagle... <br/>And dragons fly above them.. <br/>Exploring the road ahead.. <br/> <br/>A drunk man with a twinkle in his eye tells me.. <br/>"The old oak tree.. the old oak tree..... <br/>and the devil that lives beneath... <br/>cats rest on it's branches.." <br/> <br/>I get up and need to get away... <br/>The strange situation is grasping me... <br/>Away from the drunk and dancing... <br/>Lost in lust... <br/> <br/>I stumble into the temple.. <br/>And drink the holy sacrament.. <br/>It starts twisting and turning... <br/>My eyes and heart are burning... <br/> <br/>Is this real or am I dreaming... <br/>Who wrote the story I am in.. <br/>The roof of the temple breaks <br/>And crashes down on me <br/> <br/>The eyes of angels are glooming... <br/>From dark caves... <br/>From between the breaking clouds... <br/>And the moon is asleep.. <br/> <br/>"Wake up moon...!! Wake up!! <br/>Lift me up with your light... <br/>Dear reflection of the sun.. <br/>Take me to rest in your arms.." <br/> <br/>"Wake me from a feverish dream..". <br/>Sweat breaks from my pores... <br/>And I melt into the floor... <br/>Into the cold granite... <br/> <br/>I find myself... <br/>...dancing in the parade.. <br/>The horned children are filled with ecstacy... <br/>The snake is drunk and free...</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

Geert 2009-06-02T10:22:21Z libramoon http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/fe402d4c-44c1-4c1c-a0b4-4cfef52a6235 2009-06-01T15:22:53Z 2009-05-31T21:40:39Z

<div>How unique am I? <br/>When the product dissatisfies <br/>When the project just up and dies <br/>When the object of my desires <br/>tells me my time has expired <br/>When the last of my stash is nothing but ash <br/>When I've set all my bridges on fire <br/>When I haven't a hand or a plan <br/>When I'm lost in a strange, hostile land <br/>When I no longer believe that I can <br/>understand how to try <br/>How unique am I? <br/> <br/>brought to you by Emerging Visions visionary art ezine #15 ~ Shifting Perceptions <br/>http://emergingvisions.blogspot.com</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 4 replies </div>

libramoon 2009-05-31T21:40:39Z Geert http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/351503f4-cada-4852-95c2-314ce9f3cf0e 2009-06-01T01:44:28Z 2009-06-01T00:56:38Z

<div>The king is standing on his balcony... <br/>Thinking... <br/>Worrying... <br/>Watching over the land... <br/> <br/>The king goes to his chambers <br/>he take out the map.. <br/>That shows his kingdom... <br/> <br/>There are pictures of dragons in the sea.. <br/>And an X on where the treasure should be.. <br/>The fountain of life.... <br/>Which holds the water that heals... <br/> <br/>The king mounts his horse.. <br/>He rides through the land... <br/>Through jungles and deserts of sand.. <br/>Through villages and cities... <br/> <br/>He sees the homeless... <br/>He sees the beggars... <br/>He sees the cripples <br/>He sees the pain... <br/> <br/>He sees the drinking.. <br/>He sees the fighting.. <br/>He sees the cursing <br/>He sees the crying <br/> <br/>He tells himself.. <br/>"I see these people hurting... When I reach the fountain I will heal them all.... give me strength on this journey... give me power to change this mess." <br/> <br/>When he gets to the fountain <br/>he fills a vial with the sacred source.. <br/>And back ...confronted with the pain of his land.... <br/>There he opens the vial... <br/>A shockwave of color... <br/>And birds of white light fly out... <br/>They swarm around the people... <br/>They are overtaken by the bright wings... <br/> <br/>All of the people fall to their knees and start crying... <br/>What beauty... what beauty.....what beauty.... <br/>Then the birds fly away .. <br/> ... and take all the sorrow with them.. <br/> <br/>Newfound joy was in the air.. <br/>People were dancing everywhere.. <br/>They partied all night long <br/>Singing their new song <br/>Till the breaking by the light... <br/>A lot of babies were conceived that night <br/> <br/>And the king stands on his balcony again... <br/>Thinking... <br/>Smiling... <br/>Watching over his land...</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 1 reply </div>

Geert 2009-06-01T00:56:38Z Geert http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/1d225794-2dcf-4358-a460-baa31d13f8a9 2009-05-31T20:34:00Z 2009-05-31T15:00:52Z

<div>An elemental <br/>eternal dance <br/>Grow and bloom <br/>release <br/>sprout and increase <br/>Wind makes you stronger.. <br/>The wind and the rain.. <br/>Father sun <br/>Mother moon <br/>Earthchild <br/>Flowing with the tides <br/>Who kisses you <br/>What womb <br/>do you <br/>return to</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 1 reply </div>

Geert 2009-05-31T15:00:52Z Geert http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/09c6f81d-627a-4af4-871e-7edb0ccd3d99 2009-05-31T17:35:29Z 2009-05-31T14:21:44Z

<div>Another one ... <br/>...just saw the light.. <br/>As drops of rain... <br/>...hitting the sea.. <br/>As smoke dissolving... <br/>...in thin air.. </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 4 replies </div>

Geert 2009-05-31T14:21:44Z http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/00453813-b34c-4330-8d1c-bdc454977e1c 2009-05-31T06:37:57Z 2009-05-31T06:37:57Z

<div>better *now* than yesterday. <br/>i was busy then <br/>better than tomorrow <br/>better than the left <br/> <br/>grace me <br/>replace me <br/>time and time again <br/>face set for dove sings <br/>bets placed on porch swings when <br/> <br/>dusk twinkles <br/>among the day <br/>growing whispers <br/>to please the stars <br/> <br/>where is not the wonder <br/>when is not the time <br/>how is not the answer <br/>who divides the mind</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

2009-05-31T06:37:57Z http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/63ed6d3c-aec1-4b63-a652-ad5ab262de81 2009-05-31T05:24:43Z 2009-05-31T05:24:43Z

<div>dancing upon <br/>rooftops of <br/>the weak <br/>and weak minded <br/>tip tap <br/>tippity tap <br/>celebrations abound <br/>wiggle and shake <br/>backbones quake <br/>anticipating <br/>our ever pressing <br/>arrival <br/>to your front steps <br/>one foot before the other <br/>where is our place now? <br/>have you seen any solid ground? <br/>mysteries unfolding <br/>for light has made <br/>a glorious entrance <br/>by morning light <br/>coooooo coooooo <br/>the anxious bird replied <br/>how many steps <br/>must one take in stride <br/>to reappear <br/>from light years <br/>of strain <br/>upon my heart <br/>pluck another string <br/>another chord <br/>dissonant as E minor <br/>played with G minor 7th <br/>music for the birds <br/>a symphony for flight <br/>entheosists we are <br/>from mars we've arrived <br/>taking it all in stride <br/>another mushroom to imbibe! <br/> <br/>love your light <br/>as i do <br/>for friends <br/>may giggle <br/>with lithium filled wonder <br/>and share the secrets <br/>of five year old dreams <br/>and melancholy whispers <br/>of the way things used to seem <br/>with optimistic slaughter of our <br/>pessimistic past <br/>only to pack the bowl <br/>full of the universe's <br/>sacred tongue. <br/> <br/>love you now! <br/>and we've only <br/>just begun! </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

2009-05-31T05:24:43Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/b5aa8911-c3f2-4a78-a810-8f77130547bf 2009-05-31T05:19:46Z 2009-05-30T22:21:04Z

<div>Lust then? <br/> <br/>Give me the wretched, ropy arms of a survivor - <br/>You know the kind of girl with death under her fingernails? <br/>The kind of girl who cannot any longer properly be called, girl. <br/>The kind of girl who probably never could be properly called, girl. <br/> <br/>The kind who might rip my eyes out for calling her, girl. <br/> <br/>A real girl body hungry bruised but warm with gratitude for life <br/> <br/>Yes gratitude for life <br/> <br/>All the battle worn, love lost fleshy bone real love of this life … <br/> <br/>Now there is the height of my lust, honored to be feeling the <br/>Scares that may not even yet be upon her body … to connect <br/>To her past her death and right into her living … <br/> <br/>“let me stand next to your fire!” I cry out helplessly <br/> <br/>instead of, "Oh God, Oh God". </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 2 replies </div>

bearsky 2009-05-30T22:21:04Z Geert http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/66ff69c9-66ca-46c9-af79-1ca5a2354be3 2009-05-31T01:12:37Z 2009-05-30T13:01:57Z

<div>Hello dearest... <br/>Don't say a thing.. <br/>I read your mind before you can even begin.. <br/>Until we kiss <br/>Keep your lips together.. <br/> <br/>You are hungry for a touch <br/>I can caress you in a strangle.. <br/>I can fill emptiness. <br/>Any option down my body.. <br/>As I travel through time.. <br/>I know what can be done.. <br/>What could have been.. <br/>And we can go back into it.. <br/> <br/>An escape I see in your eyes.. <br/>A broken heart and a broken dream.. <br/>Where as... as if... you think.. I see... <br/>I sense with the spirit dearest.. <br/>I won't smile about it.. <br/>Think about it.. <br/>I am a snake after all... <br/> <br/>A twinkle in your sceptic eye.. <br/>I'll bite it.. swallow your sense of self.. <br/>Release your pain and I'll digest it.. <br/>Feel...My inner walls are acid... <br/> <br/>Between my stones.. <br/>lies the nothing... <br/>And in the nothing <br/>lies eternal rest.. <br/>But I know rest is not what you seek.. <br/>Only a short stay.. for a while... <br/>To see what you might find.. <br/>Between the skin and bones.. <br/>Between the nerves and veins.. <br/>Outside the heart... <br/>Outside the brain.... <br/> <br/>A friend you want to be... <br/>Come back anytime you wish... <br/>I see the power in your struggle.. <br/>The pain you can handle... <br/>I give you breath of life.. <br/>Use it wise.. <br/>See you next time.. <br/>In my eyes...</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 3 replies </div>

Geert 2009-05-30T13:01:57Z Geert http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/29121144-7b09-41c2-9af2-b10b5273ac7c 2009-05-30T22:49:34Z 2009-05-30T11:47:38Z

<div>Prosperous visions for the armies of light.. <br/>Their bodies greased in sacred oils and essences. <br/>Their armor polished till it blinds... <br/>Their blades sharpened with atom splitting strength.. <br/> <br/>Marching down the tunnel into the depth.. <br/>The walls of the caves never shone upon.. <br/>Cynical voices curse from the cracks. <br/>Slipped away, hiding from the sun.. <br/> <br/>A snake that speaks stands in the hall... <br/>No words but the eyes tell all.. <br/>As black pools that stared into forever.. <br/>Drawing the colour, sound and flavor. <br/> <br/>An entrance to the spirit.. <br/>The password that was never told <br/>To leave the body in unspoken form.. <br/>Which leaves the dead behind.. <br/> <br/>The dead that breath... <br/>The armor eroding <br/>Resting the rusted... <br/>Crusted skins in sleeping mode.. <br/> <br/>The scared faces of the released.. <br/>..run around in panic .. <br/>The brave of heart contemplate <br/>..the state they are in.. <br/>The state in which they are not.. <br/> <br/>Blades and protection fail.. <br/>Reaching for grasp.. <br/>*Gasp* <br/>Possessions for the possessed <br/>Mere harmless reflections <br/>Lifeless desires... <br/>...left after breath... <br/> <br/>Endorsing the memory to fade.. <br/>In the passing lifeless state.. <br/>Fighting sin and desire... <br/>Surrounded by death.. <br/>Absorbed by fertile fire... <br/> <br/>From the pool of melted souls <br/>A figure arises of pure gold.. <br/>Standing strong as a symbol of light... <br/>As only the gods can imagine.. <br/>And the spirit of the warrior shines.. <br/>Demons run from his powerfull vibe... <br/> <br/>In the other world he stays.. <br/>Watching and shining <br/>In his memory the children sing.. <br/>Across the land across the seas.. <br/>It's melody taken by the wind.. </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 1 reply </div>

Geert 2009-05-30T11:47:38Z libramoon http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/0605bdaa-e086-4045-aebe-0da28aa0ca40 2009-05-30T21:13:24Z 2009-05-30T21:13:24Z

<div>A fizzy springtime libation <br/>sweet tinkly jazz <br/>a moment or two of vacation <br/>reverent, levitous fantasy <br/>I enjoy being me in these moments <br/>that nobody else can see <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/>Loosing My Religion <br/> <br/>Eye of newt and heart of quail <br/>Winds that whip up in a gale <br/>Southern seas, northern Moon <br/>A fairytale that ends too soon <br/>Joyous romps in forest glades <br/>Gentle men and handsome maids <br/>A quest to find the finest gold <br/>and learn too late you're lost and old <br/>Someday soon the piper calls <br/>a merry tune you're too afraid <br/>to answer; <br/>you are no dancer <br/>Still afraid at dawn <br/>chirping birds upset you <br/>Those who have not met you <br/>no longer matter <br/>Mad as a hatter <br/>you open your soul to the night <br/>and find though blind in your flight <br/>better ventures than fright <br/>now bid you to believe <br/>your fate <br/>It many not be too late <br/>too close to the dawn <br/>I hear the nightbirds pleading <br/>for just one more song <br/>If you need a sidekick, stranger, <br/>can I come along? <br/> </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

libramoon 2009-05-30T21:13:24Z Geert http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/805226b1-5c75-4efe-bc77-c8cb70bd01c4 2009-05-30T13:55:13Z 2009-05-30T13:55:13Z

<div>Under blue skin.. <br/>Lies another surface.. <br/>Surface below surface.. <br/>Depth below depth <br/> <br/>Rip and roll the skin aside... <br/>To reveal the red flames.. <br/>.. black holes... <br/>...purple and yellow figures... <br/>.. playing out lifestories.. <br/> <br/>Everytime the eye focusses the image disappears.. <br/>A fiery pit of dragons in a purple blizzard.. <br/>One never knows but definately feels.. <br/> <br/>Back to crack... <br/>Close it back... <br/>In the name.. <br/>..of the frame... <br/> <br/>As gravity.. <br/>Or a bird that sings.. <br/>As how we met.. <br/>As how our roads intertwine.. <br/> <br/>Clear at the crossroads... <br/>I'll meet you there.. <br/>One last caress... <br/>Before we say goodbye again. <br/> <br/>Remind me to recognize... <br/>In another afterlife... <br/>By a simple song you sing... <br/>When I'm nearby... <br/>I'll see it in your eyes.. </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

Geert 2009-05-30T13:55:13Z http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/08e6d695-52fe-42f4-99fa-07629036de08 2009-05-29T01:37:06Z 2009-05-28T15:26:35Z

<div>white noise buzzing <br/>I feel it coming <br/>mind numbing notions <br/>of glitched out emotions <br/>voices scatter <br/>nothing like the pitter patter <br/>of your dreamed secrets sewn- <br/>lips shut <br/>only the premise known <br/>to a jarred existence <br/>how could you say this? <br/>for you left me to ponder <br/>left me to ask <br/>one more time <br/>are you coming back?</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 6 replies </div>

2009-05-28T15:26:35Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/b32040a4-cd58-403b-8d7d-92cb7159cbcb 2009-05-28T17:55:25Z 2009-05-28T17:55:25Z

<div>Warning - reading this may cause some to leave their physical bodies. <br/>Simple mental excercise to leave your body and release your eternal self into the greater reality - greatly enhanced by plant teachers and/or meditation and controled deep breathing - sometimes a white noise machine helps if one wants to go the simple, direct route to quieting the mind and concentrating <br/> <br/>picture a triangle in your mind <br/>now picture another triangle set slightly in front of the first <br/>slowly spin the first triangle watching how at times you see <br/>a five pointed star <br/>and when perfectly aligned <br/>you see only one triangle <br/> <br/>Now the two triangles are composed of pure, white light <br/>the two triangles begin to spin in counter directions but you see <br/>the triangle in front composed of pure white light spinning left <br/>then the triangle of light behind spins to the right <br/>watching both of them <br/>spinning faster and faster in opposite directions <br/>faster and faster <br/>they become now pure, blinding white light spinning <br/>faster and faster, fantastically fast <br/>until separate triangles of light merge <br/>into a searing white nexus of light <br/>humming with energy and spinning furiously now <br/>we gently and slowly move it into our third eye <br/>there now <br/>click <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/>you're probably gone now, huh? Ha ha ha </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

bearsky 2009-05-28T17:55:25Z Geert http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/e6493487-cc04-4a06-9443-d68e989c602d 2009-05-26T18:40:51Z 2009-05-26T06:50:51Z

<div>Stuck in the gut of the monster... <br/>Lustfull vengeance uncovered.. <br/>As I creep through the bowels of night.. <br/>Avoiding the blindness of light.. <br/>Attracted by tempting sensation.. <br/>I crawl for redemption.. <br/> <br/>A moist mist covers the pores <br/>The worms that I inhale.. <br/>Make my skin turn to scales... <br/>An itch all over that just won't stop.. <br/> <br/>My body is rotting and I am long dead.. <br/>As my body melts over the wall. <br/>A vague memory replaces my being.. <br/>What have I become.. <br/>Do you still love me..? <br/>Do you love me now..? <br/>Do you love me now..? <br/> <br/>And death repeats itsself <br/>In that last breath of being.. <br/>A creature that has roamed .. <br/>A being that has loved and hurt so many.. <br/>My imminent death <br/>Whispers in my ear.. <br/>Release yourself.. <br/>Release yourself <br/>Release yourself.. <br/> <br/>A feeling fed by flames.. <br/>Takes over my decaying heart.. <br/>I rip the shrouds from my eyes.. <br/>I pop the cocoon in which I reside.. <br/>I stretch my wings and fly.. <br/> <br/>Lucky bastard.. <br/>Fed by flames.. <br/>Death doesn't tame this kid.. <br/>Forces of fire.. fill the lungs.. <br/>Roar the screams of the thousand boars... <br/>Howl the cries of the thousand wolves.. <br/>Rip the flesh of the rotting corps.. <br/>And jump into the fire... <br/>Jump into the fire!! <br/>Jump into the fire..!!.....</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 1 reply </div>

Geert 2009-05-26T06:50:51Z Geert http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/42499bb9-870f-4c1d-9b57-10a9487c6ace 2009-05-26T05:42:41Z 2009-05-26T05:01:26Z

<div>Open your heart to this.. <br/>Where the feeding of the soul begins <br/>An open field of green in spring.. <br/> <br/>Under breaking clouds... <br/>Playing the flute under the old olivetree... <br/>My horned friend... <br/>My slithering fiend... <br/> <br/>Who death pursuits... <br/>The cubes and spheres <br/>Disappear in broad daylight... <br/>Shimmers of neglect... <br/>Shivers of respect... <br/> <br/>Tranquil seas <br/>Morning breeze <br/>Islands of serene delight... <br/>Where waves hit the shore <br/>In a pulsing rythm.. <br/> <br/>As prayed to the stars.. <br/>As received from the gods... <br/>The demons run amok <br/>In persistence... <br/>Listening to glistening fragments... <br/> <br/>The shadowplay against the sheet.. <br/>.. held up by the puppetmaster.. <br/>...tells stories of heroes in ancient times. <br/> <br/>The puppeteer. <br/>The musketeer <br/>The grey wise seer... <br/> <br/>As the land slides on.. <br/>As the boils of soil erupt <br/>In flaming orgasms... <br/>Questionmarks dissapear.. <br/>Dissolved by the lions in the fire.. <br/> <br/>The are's and be's and what become's of us... <br/>Encrypted on the inside of the marbled skull.. <br/>Melt under the pressure of the glacier.. <br/>The crack that sounds tells all the stories.. <br/> <br/>Agh... humanoids.... <br/>Agh... androids... <br/> <br/>Still... <br/>Silent... <br/>Forever... </div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 3 replies </div>

Geert 2009-05-26T05:01:26Z libramoon http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/07c07f25-410c-40cd-bce7-7c7eb1b571af 2009-05-26T01:18:22Z 2009-05-26T01:18:22Z

<div>http://emergingvisions.blogspot.com <br/> <br/>Get ready for #15, Shifting Perceptions* ~ expected to emerge just before the Solstice <br/> <br/>take another look; tell us what you see <br/> <br/>enjoy the visions on the way while scrolling to the Submission Guidelines below [beneath the Contributors' page] <br/> <br/>please, send out your visions to get to me by noon GMT on 6/6/09 <br/> <br/>make it happen <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/>*theme for Gemini: Magic of the Mind</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

libramoon 2009-05-26T01:18:22Z http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/4d0b280e-9d06-463e-88a4-b85debfb5714 2009-05-25T00:50:59Z 2009-02-10T07:26:02Z

<div>GIVING BIRTH TO ~ TEN NEW STARS EVERY EARTH YEAR ! <br/> <br/>Sky <br/>rock <br/>eting populations begin to wonder <br/>about their children, about their cocks. <br/> <br/>Tantra <br/>Consciousness enslaves. <br/>Consciousness lurks, takes notes. <br/> <br/>Forever returning in all the possibilities of shape <br/>taking form by the <br/>SONGS SUNG BY THE STARS <br/>THAT ORBIT THE BLACK HOLE. <br/> <br/>Earth suddenly frozen, <br/>like my fucking computer <br/>DAMNIT <br/> <br/></div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 32 replies </div>

2009-02-10T07:26:02Z libramoon http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/bc4601e8-bb71-4c78-8998-c1b55e81be98 2009-05-16T23:26:39Z 2009-05-16T02:40:01Z

<div>Minds Meeting <br/> <br/>Talk to me in common language <br/>dripping in dreams and fantastical colours <br/>swept along starlit conjured stairways <br/>through space in her many splendours <br/>Speak to me in words I will remember <br/>heartrending pleas of imagery <br/>warm enveloping melody <br/>of common curiosity and care <br/> <br/>I shall spin you secrets <br/>delicious in their multi-layered <br/>consistency <br/>If you but promise me <br/>to listen (feel free to question) <br/>as if your most precious wish <br/>would find you there</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 3 replies </div>

libramoon 2009-05-16T02:40:01Z Geert http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/44e8f44c-47e4-44a3-a846-a212f992cbe3 2009-05-14T14:15:28Z 2009-05-14T13:57:23Z

<div>I saw my father speak the curse.. <br/>His snakes strangled... <br/>A monster in the spotlight.. <br/>The wizard lost control. <br/>He who know how music works. <br/>Run...run...run...run....runaway... <br/>You see... I'm trying to break it... <br/>I should behave...they are telling me... <br/>Demonseed I am....perhaps... <br/>As if there lies the real me... <br/>A divine sort of desperation... <br/>A crazy devil I am...</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 1 reply </div>

Geert 2009-05-14T13:57:23Z Geert http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/d89aae23-3da9-409f-88d6-d524b372e47d 2009-05-14T14:10:14Z 2009-05-14T14:10:14Z

<div>She who shines from her beautiful being... <br/>I read the delight from her face... <br/>The senses she knows to pleasure <br/>As peace in turmoil .. <br/>The serene in desire... <br/> <br/>To dust she returned <br/>Her impression left behind... <br/>From the clay I pull her back... <br/>And shape her after a suggestion... <br/>Ik look at her... talk to it..... <br/>Still... Her.. I will never recognize... <br/>When the night comes I will never know... <br/>The lies that drove her.. <br/>..that were whispered to her.. <br/>..that she inhaled... <br/> <br/>Never will I understand... <br/>Her healthy pain... <br/>The origin of her laughter... <br/>Her impression stays in my mind <br/>Un-copy-able... uncatchable... <br/>... in her clay shaped shell...</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

Geert 2009-05-14T14:10:14Z bearsky http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/81c4b8be-8802-4dcb-9fb7-867b8c218dc0 2009-05-14T01:58:19Z 2009-05-12T12:54:31Z

<div>I see the Spirit of earth rising up into the vast strides of sky <br/>In the form of smoke exhaled from my own lungs <br/>Sometimes in the form of dark, mercurial shrouds of fog <br/>Either haunting the night or dissipating in the light of day <br/> <br/>Or sometimes I hear Her dancing across the face of the planet <br/>In the form of a great winds - or simply sighing softly in the pine <br/>When I hear the laughter of children, I hear Her laughter <br/>The waves washing inexorably upon the shore reverberate <br/>Through the depths of this planet like the rhythm of her breath <br/> <br/>And if I put my hands palm down firmly upon this earth <br/>This earth, Great Mother of us all, this earth our cosmic womb, <br/>I can feel the beating of Her heart - one beat is day <br/>the next is night, on and on, she breaths in and out ...</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 1 reply </div>

bearsky 2009-05-12T12:54:31Z memengwaa http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus/thread/ec37d8ce-3d75-4dd1-8475-c89e1f598826 2009-05-13T04:15:29Z 2009-05-13T04:15:29Z

<div>Softly the wind flows <br/> <br/>Softly she speaks <br/> <br/>Softly the sand flows thru her fingertips <br/> <br/>Such is life she says.. <br/> <br/>Everything comes and goes <br/> <br/>Fly like the wind <br/> <br/>Flow like the crow.... <br/> <br/>Let it go... <br/> <br/> <br/>Beauty <br/> <br/>Of everything in this moment <br/> <br/>It spoke of one....</div> <div> posted in <a href="http://tribes.tribe.net/visionsofus">Visionary Poetry Writing group</a> - 0 replies </div>

memengwaa 2009-05-13T04:15:29Z