Poetry thread

[Big Rig]

According to Coleridge's preface to "Kubla Khan", the poem was composed one night after he experienced an opium-influenced dream after reading a work describing Xanadu, the summer palace of the Mongol ruler and Emperor of China Kublai Khan. Upon waking, he set about writing lines of poetry that came to him from the dream until he was interrupted by "a person from Porlock". The poem could not be completed according to its original 200–300 line plan as the interruption caused him to forget the lines.


Love the ending


I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

 

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ROOTS. THE RETURN TO THE INNER TEMPLE
Text: Zola Dubnikova

It is our responsibility to dance
to embody the essence of our true divinity
In our souls we are all dancers
healers
singers
and creators
we are all have something powerful to say
to give

when we are in tune with the rhythms of the earth
with our inner rhythm
we know how to walk on the edge of time and worlds

Earth
mother
the deep support underneath our own feet

Woman
the mystical force
from which we all come

Earth
who nourishes us
who hosts us unconditionally

Woman
the life giver
the peacemaker
and the portal to the other side

Dear beings across time and worlds
it is timе for us all to return to the temple
not the temple of gods
prophets
deities
an laws
but the temple of all humanity
the temple of the heart

It is our responsibility to see beyond the stories
and to manifest change
and this journey begins within each of us
each woman
and each man
it is time to remember!

This speaks to me louder than words

 

[Knuckle Ball]

 

[kstanb]

Remorse
I have committed the worst of sins
One can commit. I have not been
Happy. Let the glaciers of oblivion
Take and engulf me, mercilessly.
My parents bore me for the risky
And the beautiful game of life,
For earth, water, air and fire.
I failed them, I was not happy.
Their youthful hope for me unfulfilled.
I applied my mind to the symmetric
Arguments of art, its web of trivia.
They willed me brav ery. I was not brave.
It never leaves me. Always at my side,
That shadow of a melancholy man.

Jorge Luis Borges

 

[shack]

There was a young lady named Alice...

Well, you can figure out the rest.

 

[lightninhawkins]

the fly and the windowsill

comming to terms with my own afflictions then got addicted to an addict
just as bad if I were the one staying up all night and sleeping all day
pooh-pooh the pain and piss away anything gainful
plans get disrupted and NOTHING ever turns out right
who’s more conflicted and confused
this most recent trip into the hole told me that im being used
reminded me, cause I knew this
jilted about being jostled and jolted by justifications
Starting to lose my cool, usually I keep the lid on with a long fuse
this time, threw a micro tantrum and tossed a bottle out the sunroof
smashed the bulb from her night light to make a meth pipe
honnestly, I feel a lot better but that’s just for me, I’m feeling really badly for her
The addict I love is still suffering
three days out of detox, she was supposed to be at my pad getting the whole package
two bedroom spa with daily coconut oil massages
Instead she went right back to the cell she calls home
got back in with the clique of users and enablers
broke but still doing dope and rarely says no, to anyone offering a buzz
seroquil as a sleeping pill to mitigate the consequences
Sitting on the fence when depression kicks in
then right back to the nasty cycle
of dopamine receptors that create a chemical sense of happiness
Feigned spiritual wellness, lightness and brightness
light this, its a crack pipe
loaded with stones you bought from selling your ass last night
tomorrow, gravel for a loan based on those four words
i’ll pay you back
luckily, shmuckily, i’ve learned through getting burned repeatedly
it never happens
saw you today, on your way to get your hair done
it only took three weeks of dissatisfaction with your nappy naturelle
which in my opinion you should keep
had the shakes again, which shouldn’t be at your age
getting paid to get laid but really getting played
future can only be influenced by the past
arm in a cast, slashed tendons, broken glass
my love for you is unconditional even if its not reciprocal
miss you girl, more than the fun and the bum and the way you made me cum
once connected, I reflect, I would rather forget
wrong to think it was real, I still feel for you

 

[malata]

There was a young lady named Alice...

Well, you can figure out the rest.

i don't understand why Jack jumped over the candlestick, when he should've jumped Alice

 

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