A Place To Put A Poem

[i.p.freely]

this is a thread for all u poets and clever shroomers out there...if u have a poem...post it here...i'll start us off...

[i.p.freely]

posted paintings of petals falling like snow upon a man smiling and wondering; none of it splatters and everything fades perfectly . he's drifting into pillows of every made up story his life tells him before he sleeps. candles light that tunnel he knows so well; it slowly drifts him off to a peaceful sleep and what lie ahead. every made up part of him is there in an amalgom of plays and treats. the train of collective concious scoops him up and floats him into a subconcious pondering of pretty. in it he knows nothing and everything is a puzzle piece gliding just out of reach. he wills himself to never come down. if he does it will be oh so subtle. in this palace of peace everyone seeks something special. flying into a space of fluff without funnels; he smiles openly. colors swirl silently around faces and figures obscured but known. the queen of quiet sings into drifting ears: everything is nothing. she tells him this with kindest of voice. he just shrugs a sluggish lavish shrug and floats on...





every drug he seeks in a shared slave world lets him flirt with this solitude, this alone time of self discovery, this time of only him. she embraces him always when she needs him and shoves him back when she doesn't. the queen of quiet owns him in the most crucial of crucified times. a story so sadly told to only one. when will he ever be able to fully express it?

[seymorebunz]

Huh

[aumbrellaforainydays]

Deep within the shroom
the man fish lie motionless
facing the current

[Hippie3]

[i.p.freely]

...good stuff hip

[the jesus]

freedom from patterns
and carbon traced tides
escaped expectations
and carnival rides

return from the brink
true to your mind
forget what you think
and lose what you find

I can feel the sound of the moon shining
I can hear the light of the stars
I can taste your eyes upon me
looking deep...

into my scars

[seymorebunz]

Nice tj

[i.p.freely]

brings a tear to the eye...

[jt007m]

Here's one based on my favorite Van Gogh painting... It's part of the "Starry Night" group of paintings he did in Provance, France.

My Cafe

There's a painting on my wall
Of a cafe in the south of France
Where the patrons sip their wine
And speak the wordless language of romance
In the glow of orange lantern-light, I wanna be
In that cafe in the south of France

I'd sit in my corner
With a bottle of their finest cabernet
In my journal I would write
Of the people I'd meet everyday
My adventures always lead me to these cobbled streets
Beneath a starry night to this cafe

Music plays from the terrace above
Apache dancers take their place
It's a passionate dance of a violent love
That ends with an embrace

One last drink
Before the sun comes up and takes me home
I'll be back
To my cafe by the river Rhone
Where the waiter knows my name and keeps my glass filled
In southern France, in a painting by Van Gogh

[i.p.freely]

at time that i needed to be taken somewhere else...that took me...thankyou

[jt007m]

glad you liked it. and thanks to you for putting up this thread. I hope this continues for long time.

[orchid]

let your ahses fall around me
these lingering stares our last recourse
through air that burns like ice, cold and fast
no drug to numb this churning asphalt convent
nor courage to drown in God's cruel hoax
so i ignite this my last remorse
and smolder my ashes in heap with yours

thanks, good post. i've got lots more, lets keep this going!

[i.p.freely]

she slips through a whisper and faces my back as i search for her everywhere else. when eyes of constant discontent look for things best left forgotten: something dies inside the mind of one once romantic. pain plays just behind pretty doors she leaves locked, and i try again to kill it. she died a long time ago, though i can still smell the fumes of her flower. only visiting me at picknick tables in tattered dreams; she says the sweetest of things. the sun sets behind her as she fades into ash, and floats back into my breath. with it; i speak her name to all my invented gods...

pounding puddles of every memory we shared; a mirror ripples a forgotten face, and i look away into the darkness for her again. what you meant to me made my concience sink back behind all it's wicked walls as you slept. stagnant soldiers slowly work the gears behind the curtain. another load of lost purpose tossed on the fire of failed assistence to your hurt and my eyes snap open to another day of tied hands and broken feet... i never told you that i loved you...

[jt007m]

There's a slight comfort
knowing you understand me
knowing I understand you
knowing we conflict in so many ways
- in every other way
I find you bizarre at times
- a bit idealistic
Sometimes you overwhelm me with your expectations
- but that's comforting too

[the jesus]

In time all will come
to match the sound
of renowned convalescence
alive and intense

in camouflage

yet a menagerie
of imaginary
goats butting heads
have bags of dread
for you beggars instead
of meaningless portraits
of presidents dead

in the meantime
incredulous beings
attain immaculate things
by opposing retractions
from imposing ideas
arranged in thought
forgotten in time
moments away
from an attempt to define

[orchid]

oh curious and rapturous light
that purges the wounds and the scars
that stay the night
even though the darkness weighs in
down on me
i can sense your likeness beginning
surrounding
not by chance to see, to comprehend the obscure
and by it
evolve

[orchid]

low my deviant fixation
that makes
uncomfortable the
smiles from your mothers lip

your hips
the way
you sway

and churn
the time we made
open windows
at night

close the
door so
the light
won't show
our nakedness lest
beast and
father see
our well
kempt leather
seats

that smell
unveil
inhale
your sticky sweet
laid
low

[prism1234]

Nice job to all!

[i.p.freely]

rainbows run through a rotten butterfly and help it continue to fly. a few days left til it's death and it drowns slowly in everyone elses tainted reality. it lives only to please the eyes of children who know nothing: intricate wings to mulify the beautiful. purpose is lost in whimzical piloting and it's pattern is ultimately predicided. little things think not at all of why immitation bird dreams float for our piece of mind. crushed in the hands of these wondering kids it's life ends to please their curiosity...

[stonie]

2nd post thus far(just screwing around for now)
but here is an oldie yet a goldie of mine >< whatcha think

Tired or Wired,
Wanted or admired,
Hated and desired.
These are the feelings that fuel my fire.
At times i feel i'm just a liar,
other times my bodies lighter,
will i see a lever higher
or will i end up in a frier

[stonie]

i'll write one for the times though.

Art of Hate


stop, stay away, come back some other day.
we don't want your kind around here,
with your long ass hair, you look like a queer.
yet you are just what we fear,
you've givin us no reason to stear clear.
so why the hate shoot to you ear.
2 pints of whiskey and your looking weird.
fucking stoners and their devient lifestyle.
i'll smell you out from half a mile.
so just kick back and stay awhile.
so i can bitch to make me smile

[i.p.freely]

very nice everyone...very nice

[jt007m]

Great job guys...
Here's a song idea I've been working on...
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Feel free to crush me
I’ll take whatever I can get
Turn your head from my delusion
I lost all logic on the day that we met

I don’t know
Why I let down my guard
So please go slow
Cuz it shouldn’t be so hard
To tear me apart

Ignore my advances
Detain your curiosity
I can’t place the blame upon you
I set myself up so the finger’s on me

I don’t know
Why I let down my guard
So please go slow
Cuz it shouldn’t be so hard
To tear me apart

[i.p.freely]

i like it jt...

[orchid]

we the voice of one
out cry
the space spoke beauty
slumbers
terrified to be the beast

beetle on her back
tenuous and twitching
the deaf
the dumb
among bushes burning

oh flame
pyre for the damned devoted
why seek ye living
dead
devour roses
pacified
drunken
how ironic

[i.p.freely]

some of the fog reaches deeper into my mind as my life creeps slowly further away. in a serious way i look at myself, and with a joke i continue on. whats next? in a house made of sturdy looking lies; can i walk upon a second floor to fascilitate the story, or will i fall out an open window of ready made decision.
a fire has begun in the corner of this so holy house of misconstrude self, and i can smell the smoke from what remains. they all continue to tell this tale of me; should i stay and listen? stay and burn; or move into another preconcieved village of fire. every way an end ... every way an ash...

[i.p.freely]

shamelessly carry on to what u always knew before this...


noone will see that...


never did u know what could have grown from a single kiss...


just kill it and watch it burn...


buy some time...


never more will u curiously yearn...


stop it before it begins...


nothing will strive again from this...


and play the devil the song of your sickening sins...


let it fall into stagnation...


choke it til it dies...


and live alone in your lonliest nation...

[i.p.freely]

this will be the end of my sanity in the face of every adverse thing. darkness envelopes the room, and i choke aloud to emptiness. some kind of god gazes down at my plite, and sighs in omnipitant boredom. a third world country flashes like a broken strobe in some crack heads house over a mundane mind. it makes me wonder about how really bad it could really be, yet makes me hate it nonetheless.


strangers to my crumbling palace of fickle hope sleep as i creep about like a thief in their holy houses. how much more can i justly steal from them without condemning my soul forever ? KILL IT, STAB IT, MARRY IT, BURN IT, BURY IT...it never claimed to be easy. it was careful to never say that. i draw pictures of angels crumbling, and wonder what it's like to be truly sad like that. nothing answers inside my head. i draw something even more morose. devils claw at the back of my eyes as i view the sun of every new morning. their verbosity reaks of something that roles in a circle. if any of this made sense i would be worth a damn. go fuck yourselves...it's gotta be somebody's fucking blues...

[Ras Asad]

each one of us, is much more powerful than we think
many times feeling alone, just standing on the brink
always looking for the solution, always dissapointed when its not found
each one of us a part of evolution, only a brief moment spent on the ground
true beings of light, pure energy is what we are
we're always searching for the answers, most never looking to the stars
half of us red cells, the other half white
none more important than the next, none of us wrong and none of us right
simply the micro to the macro, but also in reverse
without each of you, we could not know this universe

[dpwishy]

A Blizzard in September

The damage is done,
the storm has passed,
and now its time to clean up.
Homes were crushed,
souls were lost,
and friendships ended.
The Bridge was smashed,
so there is no hope,
no hope to get back home.
Now the land is ruined,
with no chance of reconstruction,
and we wonder off,
walking back to back,
eyes never to meet again.
Looking for new land,
looking for a new home,
to start a new life,
a life without you.

And one day the history books will talk about this storm,
and the people who never really died, but were torn apart.
soon enough they will see, you were the eye of the storm.
soon enough they will see, you were the force behind the devastation.

-wishy 9/27/02

[i.p.freely]

thanks for posting guys, whenever something pops into ur head just let it rip...

[Dimitrius]

I wrote this for my 11th grade English class. A fourteen line poetry assignment. The day it was due, I smoked a big fat bowl o'dank on the way to school(as usual), walked into class, sat down and wrote this 10 minutes before we had to turn them in. So.....


Everything, moving, every breathe intake
Everything has a life of it's own
Is this real, am I really awake
I wonder of the things I will be shown

Everywhere, patterns of green, blue, red
Outside, sounds of invisible rain
Close my eyes, go inside my head
I feel as if I am going insane

You.....You look out the window, and see a tree
But you do not realize what is to be seen
I.....I look...I see a reflection of me
And begin to realize what it all means

I lie here now, content wit