FLUX / The world around us. The world is a flux of ones and zero’s, Nothing is wrong except your perception. Everything is changing and still the pattern is the same. The world is a box with in a box, within a box within a box…. To wander in the world of your mind. To dream while still awake. To stand still while moving To move while standing still. (take your pill) The world is flux of good and evil, But what is good and what is not? It is up to you to make the decision Everything is wrong except your perception. To wander in the world of your mind. To dream while still awake. To stand still while moving To move while standing still. The world is a flux, and so are you. Everything moves and stands still. Dreams are reality and reality are dreams. Your dreams are reality. Realize you are awake.
One fine day in the middle of the night Two dead men got up to fight Back to back they faced each other Drew their swords and shot each other One was blind and the other couldn't see So they picked out a dummy for a referee A blind came to watch them A deaf and dumb bobby to shout "hooray!" A legless horse passing by Kicked the blind man in the eye That knocked him through a nine inch wall Into a dry ditch and drowned them all
My Garden You imagine You are here And you hear sounds and noises You hear beyond a thunder It is not from the hooves of horses but more distant Around there is a garden Birds with exotic voices make their sounds ring in its inner space You listen, there is another ring, another A singing that is but a subtle shade like dappled leaves of every colour Can you speak, or sing back to these voices you can hear Calling you to listen There is no expectation Than that you listen You can hear it clearly
"O oysters, come and play with us!" the Walrus did beseech "A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk, along the briny beach...?" but answer came there none And this was scarcely odd because they'd eaten every one --Lewis Carroll p.s. I think they went looking for mushrooms in the lupins, at this apointy of t' anointy.
I can't really post this lot in Phys&Math; it's about certain Maxwellian entities - why photons aren't discontinuous, and why charge needs a bit of mass, but so what? Well, my poetic license means I can drive this: ...elastic electrons process their possibilities and project their perfluid patters upon the placidly perturbed surface of a sea that has a dimension which Mr. Maxwell sees ...spinning lazily forever with the longest waves they can find in every available direction but at any time.
Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing. Beauty grown sad with its eternity Made you of us, and of the dim grey sea. Our long ships loose thought-woven sails and wait, For God has bid them share an equal fate; And when at last defeated in His wars, They have gone down under the same white stars, We shall no longer hear the little cry Of our sad hearts, that may not live nor die W.B. Yeats Love that poem!
Dark Secrets Night beckons at my window With fingers of icy bone Shall death be upon my dreams, While I’m lying here alone? Shadows do follow me In the crevasses of my mind Whisperings behind my eyes cold tremors up my spine And here I lay so silently This dark upon my skin To feel my blood still rushing My breath still flowing in Do dreams blend with reality When night comes to your door? The sigh of blurring landscapes Whispers across the floor Silently, against my pillow I rest my weary head Yet the mind pulses savagely When one is talking to the dead By yours truly
the forest here, along the hills where great trees nurse their broken limbs against each other and in sanctity secrets old as time are whispered and not heard
[Avabrain goodnight mixup] I'm dedicated to the mysterious, mysterious voice in my head, in screams in my brain, it screams me to scream, it screams me to dream the mysterious, mysterious dream which gives the world a 10 dimensional spin, nothing quite as the 10 dimensional face of god - she's the one! She is in a temple below the desert sand, she's the one in a cave where shamans fall then turn to fossils and stone, in a cave where dead shamans sleep awake together with the goddess in her sarcophagi of the universal dream; gotta see to believe it's real, but I swear cross my crumbling heart with two bones of my fingers, see!
Daddy -Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time--- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one grey toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew. The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna Are not very pure or true. With my gypsy ancestress and my weird luck And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack I may be a bit of a Jew. I have always been scared of *you*, With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You--- Not God but a swastika So black no sky could squeak through. Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you. You stand at the blackboard, daddy, In the picture I have of you, A cleft in your chin instead of your foot But no less a devil for that, no not Any less the black man who Bit my pretty red heart in two. I was ten when they buried you. At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do. But they pulled me out of the sack, And they stuck me together with glue. And then I knew what to do. I made a model of you, A man in black with a Meinkampf look And a love of the rack and the screw. And I said I do, I do. So daddy, I'm finally through. The black telephone's off at the root, The voices just can't worm through. If I've killed one man, I've killed two--- The vampire who said he was you and drank my blood for a year, Seven years, if you want to know. Daddy, you can lie back now. There's a stake in your fat, black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always *knew* it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.
Unanswers What makes a soul a soul? A darkened night? A candle flame? Shattered glass Upon a shadowed windowpane? What calls the blood? A whisper, a wind? A burning, longing, aching, twisting savagely within? What invades? Drags deep your senses? What rips and claws and splits your heart? The night licking upon your skin? Or the soul that fell apart?
Dear Daddy Dear Daddy, I love you. It might sound crazy, I know. Yet maybe you just never believed enough, Not just in love, Daddy, but in me. Dear Daddy, I'm crying, crying down so deep inside. Way down until it feels like my soul is tearing. Please don't let it tear me in two, Daddy! Dear Daddy, you don't know me. Maybe if you just opened your eyes; opened your arms, drew me in, instead of pushing me away. Shit, Daddy, I just put a gram of coke and heroin up my nose... What are you going to do...? I just ate half your medicine cabinet... I just found your stash and drank it all the way down...it was sooo good. The X, the liquor, the drugs are like a fire in my veins that won't stop burning! And shit, Daddy, I just drank a whole fifth of Redrum and can't...walk...straight I can't get fucking anywhere!!! Would you catch me if I fell, Daddy? I don't think so. Dear Daddy, I think I am a REALLY big fuck-up. I can't even get my head clean and clear and right. And I keep hurting people! I keep fucking hurting people! I keep hurting you. So won't you please just shoot me, Daddy? Because I think I'm just like you! Like grandfather and father, just wallowing in the vapor... In the poisonous cloud of liquid oblivion Until I'm drowning in your blood. Your barely controlled anger, Daddy. Like a rubber band, That...just...might...SNAP! Shit, ain't that like me? You look at me and you see yourself, Daddy. You hate the shadow that hovers. You push me away. Dear Daddy... I love you.
Life with ghosts Night when it shows me, as I sit and wait, talking incessantly, inanely to my friend who falls asleep as I babble. The guide moves me as my thready pulse blinks, like a dim light; I leave the hut and walk, alone in a vast and hidden world, which is not seen lest the guide takes you. A world in a night that is dark and old, the guide tells, warning of unpleasantness. I walk along a beach; I wonder what might be in the black water beyond the low surf, that pocks and rumbles quietly to itself. I see many dead under my feet, the way across is foreboding; the deep beckons, yet the way is dark. I do not see that I could walk over the death laid before me, to the deep water where the Spirit's world is. I leave the beach; I do not look back at the dark, or the water where light will always reach; it is black and dark because it has no light, there is none in its vastness. I know as I walk toward the Sun, that I need only look down, far enough, to see: though every surface is alighted, the Deep and its dark lurk there, they shadow my every step. The Spirit where it leaves the great Deep, moving along a darkened shore, must walk across the Dead. The Spirit is you.
Every breath I take for space Through flowers to stars road lies above made of screeching metal burning through complex math developed every venture not a struggle every minute made of previous Life tomorrow will be changed forever Space reborn from dreams forsaken Stars in our eyes reflecting Stars that we can touch at last Life tomorrow, is rebirth forever Fear nothing, my son sleeping Future will be born from here Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!