Clarakore Posted June 1, 2017 #1 Share Posted June 1, 2017 (edited) Can you do lines? Because lines can do you too in this eternal dance of exchange the steps are but two giving and receiving yet to be mastered by or to master the choreography two steps must be done as many then as one where we not only switch roles of giving now receiving later or now receive and later give these variations are skillful yet to become to simply become do not as become what or you will become-not you must do both, give and receive, together at once, NOW, the technique is called LIVE So yea I live for lines and lines live for me and at times it is hard to stay in between them when the lines are white and full of visions and dreams of passion temporary and gone in a flash says the grandmaster. I like wide lines colored only in dark and light which can be green, red, black, or white but nevermind the colors if it will make you miss the light and dark especially at dusk and dawn but if you choose fine the pink and notice the shadow These wide lines can be combined into the form of a single square while at the same time dividing them into sixty-four where we learn we are all pawns and queens and kings but also a wandering knight or a secret bard who usually dispells rhyme yet now calls you on the cellular homophone to tell you he is a night-knight but also wants to say bye, sleep well, con los angelitos, fair fall you and starshine in you. Yellow lines I find all the time and everywhere from within me drawn with a fear that pretends a false safety even if I first thought they were all out there keeping me from harm but with thieving skills I shall disarm even in the darkness of morning once again meeting night while you slept safe and sound under a roof of wood or lights as I wrote on. They are also on my path if I insist on only traveling by land especially not open but closed like paved roads keeping me off the grid I need to be on but so do those driver dodging and road hogging, in front, behind, or on the side of me, have you wanted to just jump your car over them and on a road over there closer to where I want to go. An invisible and colorless life line saves me by telling me now I would still find those same drivers again on all sides of me the same sides of me to be exact and when I learn to fly in the innersky so will they and be there again but if we fly we fly together as blackmoore's night sings all as one while i add flying alone canin any if my dreams have others joined me while i learn but also fly here and now by writing lines without rhyme or even a reason few can find but true art cannot be contained by rules limits styles others have set when an artist creates he must do so but an artist can also follow others to find prestige which is worthless if dealing in derivative and residuals Edited June 1, 2017 by I hide behind words Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clarakore Posted June 2, 2017 Author #2 Share Posted June 2, 2017 Friday Lines Fegan that it is not just about art but money and lots of, at least for me if I was into that but stay away, goddess worship, which is frowned upon probably. The above was cut from an ealier message but accidentally pasted. A minor editing and now you read it but don't ask me who said fegan that for I never wrote it in that order but what is delivered is what you get what do you expect for free and this is a secret prayer written in real time simply explaining what is going on (in you who wants perfection from your spouse or partner lover whatever). Now a small song for someone close to you that is worrying about something what to do for they always worry and you ya ok it will be better but not without your empathy for the devil who had to write this in the tone of the accuser because you always excuse her or him but this time you sent me to remind you that your excuse seems more like accuse for i am the devil inside you. Now god you are here i am all i am you can also for fun call me hey ya asher hey ya to summon yourself when most needing the ability to stop the sympathy and instead look in his eye and say i feel your fear and will it be alright to keep me informed or tell me how i can help do you want coffee or is it too late let us go to bed and dream the same thing tonight that even if this problem of yours and now mine does not end as we wish it will end and would have beem worse if we had not worried together and if still anxious do you want your back rubbed but they will feel better and now is just tired but thank you for being here with me is what will be thought. Now on this friday tell us something about frigg who was the wife of odin so dang she must have been pretty yet you would think other women were jealous but it was they themselves who were blessed by freya while some call her venus who shines on us in the evening and also again in the morning coloring the sky pretty making it hard to see indoors where as a lover she meets a mortal man who met her long ago as she crawled out the ocean on hands and kness shining covered in sea foam which is her name yet few know that this goddess can be worshipped and born anew in all the women who are met by their lover who will help caress her all over in her high bliss that shine more brightly after the second kiss. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clarakore Posted June 2, 2017 Author #3 Share Posted June 2, 2017 OA lines that was started at 7:35 central standard time Here is the edit for the title for from this location we observe daylight saving time in the summer of 2017 i look in the sky and no star shines but will soon as we learn to look in the mind that is the reason we wrote this lines but while we are here and already noted it let me type it so i can say i helped wrote it Second line sees there is nothing standard about central time and we do not save daylight by making it shine an hour early when you thought it was just you and human workers of middle america woke up early well then time travel back to sunrise again and then look up while you listen with heart eyes and mind for if the don't work as one you will not hear that the morning sky is always less dim for that hour in the winter time and must work harder to become brighter for all the people who when together become the power source of the sun and if you think not think again you must listen like and all above at night and all the stars are visible to each other because you obscure the skies if not looking down through land for dirt and all even you made from it know we are see through for the atom is not solid but to tell it once again yes the starshine also comes from other side shining up in you so quit asking when your star will shine When you are made from stars that always do just the same as a wooden wall who still sings in tree and if you think the wall is dead it does not know so quit saying it is for atoms are always in two places at once and now you can if you want to control your own second self a just psummon you inside of you so you can hear what tree is singing after true self heard from them that each star even sun are also doorways you open within to cross over two places at once from the other side or breaking on through Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clarakore Posted June 3, 2017 Author #4 Share Posted June 3, 2017 (edited) Early evening lines in vesper and blue look to sky in self and then again In your zenith and all around Then again in your nadir For starshine in you Even through land Which is part Of space And time It is now the and times We will all be saved from ourself By ourself and the help of all Which you are so close True you laughs Cause you can't see me Right in front of you Leading the way And if you catch up to me We then meet again But am going fast this time As you know and lived it now We are not twins as your children I am you and you are me And we meet face to face finally Edited June 3, 2017 by I hide behind words Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nephili Posted June 4, 2017 #5 Share Posted June 4, 2017 (edited) time will save us from ourselves as long as we mistake it for something else but we will fade just like the earth replacing our deaths with birth we all are the Gemini take a look at the left of center of their eyes but you're right and that day comes eventually and we will let it happen consensually I will still merely be here and you merely still there but soon we will learn to be everywhere omniscient and pathetic unable to exist like ghosts trapped in clocks we'll persist we'll die of laughter and crying to sleep with no recollection or memory of sheep the disgusting beauty of death itself we can pretend it's only happening to everyone else they would not believe it and now it seems lost it's now just frozen and preserved in the frost life as it seemed turned out to just be a dream thank you for coming clean Edited June 4, 2017 by nephili 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clarakore Posted June 13, 2017 Author #6 Share Posted June 13, 2017 On Sunday, June 04, 2017 at 11:59 AM, nephili said: time will save us from ourselves as long as we mistake it for something else but we will fade just like the earth replacing our deaths with birth we all are the Gemini take a look at the left of center of their eyes but you're right and that day comes eventually and we will let it happen consensually I will still merely be here and you merely still there but soon we will learn to be everywhere omniscient and pathetic unable to exist like ghosts trapped in clocks we'll persist we'll die of laughter and crying to sleep with no recollection or memory of sheep the disgusting beauty of death itself we can pretend it's only happening to everyone else they would not believe it and now it seems lost it's now just frozen and preserved in the frost life as it seemed turned out to just be a dream thank you for coming clean Future Ilusion For All Is Now The past travels at speed of light Entering microtrembling retina Catching edges of a gapped image Compiled mentally we see a moment Due to lag yet all past is condensed in it Solipsism is the first and last -ism All exists Now in this moment Boredom is false idol of idle ENOUGH HEALING your title By which you bless illusion and Our sister Helen the Sun goddess And all fights over her that led To our disunity already are at end We are One while illusion persists As habit alone is like a long train That takes forever to finally stop Passengers became a sole one So many eyes we see from within Trees and below even the walls Which long ago have fallen Alone we do not under- or overstand The chaos of knowing all times And places that also collapsed Into just Here and Now do you Know you are blind and still sees As the seas for water is in all In you plus used to make plastics One final time alarm clock rings Unplug it to shatter so science Can know to turn all analog Clocks to exaxctly midnight PThen studies will show universe Has condensed into a single Quark of what was the first RNA Where is your mind as the last Eye alive opens and says let's go To Ibiza and like that we all are there And if you don't believe then know For soon one shall walk throug wall When asked how will say they thought Nothing only you and missed the door Then they again become you as final Illusion shatters the cosmos explode As a single grain of grass in some Unknown and foreign Dark where Not even Light yet exists and order It is for chaos is unborn so stop Drop and roll, count not the cost Stop Drop & Roll Tic Toc Not Single Blade of Grass Floats Now Into Nothing For The Last Act Was a Drag From The Last Toc and Hope and Hope You Still Do? Do Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti And Then I Say In A Quier disrant voice like thunder from within that I will do it all over again To live every life and atom and eve of Nyx and the clock stuck six In some far and distant future but we all know that it will all be an illusion Sorry for any confusion so sleep my wayward children and dream of sheep Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clarakore Posted June 13, 2017 Author #7 Share Posted June 13, 2017 Jarael's Ladder Really it is an escalator set So the angelic fallen and rising Need not worry for traffic As before it was warfare In your own mind and time Now we take mind end time Give us your lives entirely Changing every part save one With new heart and hand You can now beging The becomining of shifting Sand into foundations Of the paradise as the whole World is no more we read Every name you ever were Or that you ever said Edited them into lamb talk Your every part of being here Is written in and the book closes For you cannot just be ever complete From single cell division and renewal You grew by discarding what was Never you and we gave the true you A new name and mind so there None will be left behind Just in case I yell once more Is anyone left here in hell We all are in heaven now Do not hide or play deaf The dead can hear and speak If you doubt just pay attention Now tell us something and see You are dead or is hell empty? Last chance I am going now I came alone to get every last soul But just in case I will send again Those who will do a clean sweep And insure even a spec of dust Is gone for spring cleaning Should have been over Now open a window and see We are in paradise but me I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN YOU -book of lamb chapter O verse O Blank page you now are nothing 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clarakore Posted June 13, 2017 Author #8 Share Posted June 13, 2017 (edited) This Is The Day That the lost has destroyed Leave the sun and dark For by day you don't see And by night there is light In case of emergency Break your shell and live But if not stay deaf and blind You want to hear and see? Let go of heresy as that Is writing your name and mine in -Book of the Damned ch 10 vs 7 Base to Delta Ego Repeat did you copy? This is Delta Ego all is not A-OK Delta Ego here can repeat, over... *static* (silence) A great fire ball could be seen in the sky Then as big as the sky in a flash it falls down Edited June 13, 2017 by I hide behind words 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clarakore Posted June 15, 2017 Author #9 Share Posted June 15, 2017 Let it go with the show lo ro fum (Now Coo Soft and Roll Slow) Away.... away, in a manger Soemeplace somewhere it is said Today....today we won For the born is the son won And daughter too got a clue That twins were needed For all you already done Show up and prove true Double time in hell Leads to golden road We can find you in Inside we meet and go Together one road One soul spirit Is it or not near it Is it maybe but no Such thing as is not Either it or some else Nameless thing you Old adam man and her First made to make Eve is from Lilith As are from where none Exists as a place in time The folk follow and fair -Ree bare with my Red cap ways to Honor as well for Reasons and feeling As part of English (this should not be posted here) 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clarakore Posted July 7, 2017 Author #10 Share Posted July 7, 2017 Less lines for we now form more together whatever the weather from most to not even clever. Whatever we are we are together. If you find my sweater let me know as it came undone as one strand got pulled. Unravel was total yet the long strand can be with all collected and remade in whatever way others or we can. And we can. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+Hammerclaw Posted July 8, 2017 #11 Share Posted July 8, 2017 Blood Shadows fall, light grows dim. Desolate it stands, a fortress drenched in blood. Engines of destruction stand silent in the courtyard, Marred by the blood of victims, Cast, screaming, into Hell. Ramparts, crumbling with age, Stand in mute testament of bygone ages of gore and blood. Where once life flourished Naught but desolate waste remains. The winds grow cold And the darkness of eternity shrouds the land. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+Hammerclaw Posted July 8, 2017 #12 Share Posted July 8, 2017 Copan The dust of years has gathered 'bout These ancient stones hewn by your hand, Yet still I hear your ghostly flute, In jungle air, caress the land. It pierces through the forest roof, The crumbling spire 'pon which I stand And in the moonlight rich design The fatal forest sifts to sand. Your faded grandeur softly sings And whispers, urgent, in my ears. Insistent voices faintly cry Through distant worlds, across the years. The dust of years has gathered 'bout These ancient stones hewn by your hand, Yet still I hear your ghostly flute, In jungle air, caress the land. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clarakore Posted July 9, 2017 Author #13 Share Posted July 9, 2017 On 7/8/2017 at 3:06 PM, Hammerclaw said: Copan The dust of years has gathered 'bout These ancient stones hewn by your hand, Yet still I hear your ghostly flute, In jungle air, caress the land. It pierces through the forest roof, The crumbling spire 'pon which I stand And in the moonlight rich design The fatal forest sifts to sand. Your faded grandeur softly sings And whispers, urgent, in my ears. Insistent voices faintly cry Through distant worlds, across the years. The dust of years has gathered 'bout These ancient stones hewn by your hand, Yet still I hear your ghostly flute, In jungle air, caress the land. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clarakore Posted July 11, 2017 Author #14 Share Posted July 11, 2017 On Saturday, July 08, 2017 at 2:48 PM, Hammerclaw said: Blood Shadows fall, light grows dim. Desolate it stands, a fortress drenched in blood. Engines of destruction stand silent in the courtyard, Marred by the blood of victims, Cast, screaming, into Hell. Ramparts, crumbling with age, Stand in mute testament of bygone ages of gore and blood. Where once life flourished Naught but desolate waste remains. The winds grow cold And the darkness of eternity shrouds the land. blood and copan, twin end and begin again but backwards this time. thank you hammerclaw. this was a blessing. we made it to heaven and can now drink of living water and healing fruits. many made it screaming or worse, silence of numbness, to go so low to help all, so above so below. you are also root. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+Hammerclaw Posted July 11, 2017 #15 Share Posted July 11, 2017 Copan The dust of years has gathered 'bout These ancient stones hewn by your hand, Yet still I hear your ghostly flute, In jungle air, caress the land. Your far-flung empire now is gone Your children know you not by name The jungle drapes your temple towers And do your ordered streets reclaim. It pierces through the forest roof, The crumbling spire 'pon which I stand And in the moonlight rich design The fatal forest sifts to sand. Your faded grandeur softly sings And whispers, urgent, in my ears. Insistent voices faintly cry Through distant worlds, across the years. The dust of years has gathered 'bout These ancient stones hewn by your hand, Yet still I hear your ghostly flute, In jungle air, caress the land. Something I wrote, years ago and typed from memory. I realized I had left four lines out of Copan. This is the complete version. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+Hammerclaw Posted July 13, 2017 #16 Share Posted July 13, 2017 Thorns I would we were thorns for the vultures, A knife in the eye of the thief, Who steals upon us in night's shadow, The bringers of misery and grief. I would we were thorns for the vultures, The carrion-eaters of Hell. A high hedge to hold the dark stallion, A noose by the beam of the well. I would we held swords in our day-cloaks, That our women had razors for teeth, And our hearts were all sharp-edged angles, Each soul a keen dagger-in-sheath. I would we were thorns for the vultures. An axe to the tree of deceit, That grows like foul fungus on our mansions, Who writhe like snakes at our feet. I would we were thorns for the vultures, A slip-dart that stings the pale cheek, As we stumble in misery wailing, In sorrow as death stalks the meek. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+Hammerclaw Posted July 21, 2017 #17 Share Posted July 21, 2017 Grey I walk alone through fields of sorrow Down shadowed halls all dim and grey. I sing no song of bright tomorrows, For yesterday has passed away. I found a friend, one lonesome journey. Now, she is gone; the sky is grey. I sing no song of bright tomorrows, For yesterday has passed away. Once the hills echoed her laughter, Towering trees crowned every hill, And the tinkling of clear water, Led me to wander where I will. Brilliant blossoms, ever growing, By the stream where our lives ran, Cast their petals on rivulets flowing, From her heart, spurred my elan. Then came the eve of sorrow, Storms troubled our blue sky And I knew that on the morrow She who I loved would surely die. Now, black waters beckon, I must follow. Faint and remote the seabirds cry. The echoes whisper dark is tomorrow, For yesterday has passed away. Still, I hear her sweet voice calling, Crying out a heart-torn plea: "Turn from the path of dark tomorrows, The light yet lingers, in yesterday." I found a friend, one lonesome journey, Now she is gone; the sky is grey. Yet now I'll take surcease from sorrow. And linger, for a while, in yesterday. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+Hammerclaw Posted July 23, 2017 #18 Share Posted July 23, 2017 (edited) Rain Deep within my heart, A child hides in the dark, With pleading in his eyes, Longing for a clear blue sky. Weeping for a love forsaken; What was given now is taken. In the twilight nightshade blooms Redolent with sweet perfume, Consumed now, in desperation, A dark star his destination. Yet I still seek you, Under cloud-fretted skies where the wild flowers bloom With a longing, inconsolable, Knowing not what is unknowable, I long for you. I remember eyes azure A love so sweet, a passion pure, And skin like alabaster, I the servant, you the master, Of my heart, filled with desire, And only you could quench the fire. Now the clouds and thunder rolls, Through emptiness, deep in my soul. My wounded heart endures the pain, Of the cruel and endless rain. Still I seek you, Under cloud-fretted skies where the wild flowers bloom, With a longing inconsolable, Knowing not what is unknowable, I still long for you. Edited July 23, 2017 by Hammerclaw 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+Sherapy Posted July 25, 2017 #19 Share Posted July 25, 2017 Breathtakingly poignant and profound. Wow, you still got it! 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+Sherapy Posted July 25, 2017 #20 Share Posted July 25, 2017 On 7/20/2017 at 11:59 PM, Hammerclaw said: Grey I walk alone through fields of sorrow Down shadowed halls all dim and grey. I sing no song of bright tomorrows, For yesterday has passed away. I found a friend, one lonesome journey. Now, she is gone; the sky is grey. I sing no song of bright tomorrows, For yesterday has passed away. Once the hills echoed her laughter, Towering trees crowned every hill, And the tinkling of clear water, Led me to wander where I will. Brilliant blossoms, ever growing, By the stream where our lives ran, Cast their petals on rivulets flowing, From her heart, spurred my elan. Then came the eve of sorrow, Storms troubled our blue sky And I knew that on the morrow She who I loved would surely die. Now, black waters beckon, I must follow. Faint and remote the seabirds cry. The echoes whisper dark is tomorrow, For yesterday has passed away. Still, I hear her sweet voice calling, Crying out a heart-torn plea: "Turn from the path of dark tomorrows, The light yet lingers, in yesterday." I found a friend, one lonesome journey, Now she is gone; the sky is grey. Yet now I'll take surcease from sorrow. And linger, for a while, in yesterday. Wow!!!!! Incredibly touching. Seeing thru the eyes of a broken heart. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+Hammerclaw Posted July 25, 2017 #21 Share Posted July 25, 2017 1 minute ago, Sherapy said: Wow!!!!! Incredibly touching. Seeing thru the eyes of a broken heart. It's a rewrite with some elaboration but the gist of it is the same. A self-prophecy and one I never hoped fulfilled. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+Hammerclaw Posted July 25, 2017 #22 Share Posted July 25, 2017 (edited) 21 minutes ago, Sherapy said: Breathtakingly poignant and profound. Wow, you still got it! I never had occasion to share my poetry; when I was young there was no venue such as the internet for sharing it and I never thought it good enough to submit for publication. Now, with you and OP, there's an audience of two--two more than there ever was. Edited July 25, 2017 by Hammerclaw 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+Sherapy Posted July 25, 2017 #23 Share Posted July 25, 2017 (edited) 8 hours ago, Hammerclaw said: I never had occasion to share my poetry; when I was young there was no venue such as the internet for sharing it and I never thought it good enough to submit for publication. Now, with you and OP, there's an audience of two--two more than there ever was. Awww, keep em coming Hammie J., glad to read them. I am a poetry nerd. I write a tad, but I would have to get them out of storage. I really enjoy the reasons behind the poem. Thanks for adding that. And the use of certain words as opposed to others, in poetry they are picked with such care. I liked surcease, not commonly used. I read it somewhere before-- I am thinking in Poe but could be off. Edited July 25, 2017 by Sherapy 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+Sherapy Posted July 25, 2017 #24 Share Posted July 25, 2017 Found one f mine-- Etude in Grass Lush, plush, crushed, cloaked in velvet. Abed, atop, (A quandary not) A comforter of peat. it wraps and caresses my naked feet. Glistening jades, speckled blues, lemony yellows, sun-spun matter beckoning me to a rhythmic pitter-patter. As each foot bonds to this grand earthly opus, cool shivers of memory emote tingly sensations in tune with the gentle breeze. Epiphany in footsteps? (I chuckle at the simplicity of this.) In the silence of contemplation, I bask in understanding, as the green goddess lulls me to ease. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+Hammerclaw Posted July 25, 2017 #25 Share Posted July 25, 2017 Just now, Sherapy said: Found one f mine-- Etude in Grass Lush, plush, crushed, cloaked in velvet. Abed, atop, (A quandary not) A comforter of peat. it wraps and caresses my naked feet. Glistening jades, speckled blues, lemony yellows, sun-spun matter beckoning me to a rhythmic pitter-patter. As each foot bonds to this grand earthly opus, cool shivers of memory emote tingly sensations in tune with the gentle breeze. Epiphany in footsteps? (I chuckle at the simplicity of this.) In the silence of contemplation, I bask in understanding, as the green goddess lulls me to ease. Very, very good! Oh and "surcease from sorrow" was a keystone turn-of-phrase in poetry of the nineteenth century and Poe, indeed, uses it in The Raven. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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