free falling into a black hole. into someone else's eye. crawling out of bed. out of some one else's head. hanging by an ear. your words are clear and possessed. I find what I fear. a pleasurable death.
as I leave with me I take all my memories which taste like your strawberry heart. and in my memories i am found in your art.
living like a dead street dog looking forward to the same old thing. i want to hide behind your shadow and take a peek at my buried heart underneath your sh*t.
drinking out of the same empty cup. riding a cloud like a chance we are willing to take. when the sky has fallen down and breaks. touching the wonders of our misery. love is like pure water when it's never clean. as we fall into another mystery, WE BREATHE. another story waiting to unfold. free falling chasing a fallen hole. we ask of love our doom.
by: Macko_lanter9 this came out in a minute! [it was amazing!] crazy1
THE SUN BURNS MY EYES FROM THE INSIDE. SAVE YOURSELVES AND YOU'LL SAVE A LIFE. LIGHT UP YOUR WEB OF LIES AND WATCH IT BURN. BREAK DOWN THE WALLS OF YOUR COMMON RAGE AND CONJOUR' UP A CALMING STORM. THE WOUND DOES NOT CLOSE. PRIDE WILL SWALLOW US WHOLE. IF YOUR EYES DON'T CATCH MY FALL. WILL HOPES?
AREN'T WE ALL THE INNOCENT. ISN'T THERE A INNER CHILD LOST SOMEWHERE IN YOU. AREN'T WE ALL THE INNOCENT. ISN'T THERE A INNER CHILD LOST SOMEWHERE IN YOU. THE ALARM IS SET, CAN I GIVE MY BROKEN HEART TO YOU, CAN I GIVE MY SHATTERED HEART TO YOU, WHEN I AM JUST A CANDLE WISH AWAY, JUST A CANDLE WISH AWAY FROM BEING SAVED FROM YOU BY YOU.
AREN'T WE ALL THE INNOCENT. ISN'T THERE A INNER CHILD LOST SOMEWHERE IN YOU. AREN'T WE ALL THE INNOCENT. ISN'T THERE A INNER CHILD LOST SOMEWHERE IN YOU. THE ALARM IS SET, TO CHANGE WITH CHANGE IS THE CHANGELESS STATE... THE RAIN WASHES AWAY ALL THE EMPTY SHADES AND ALL THE UNKNOWN SHADOWS ARE ERASED. THE SIRENS SOOTHE MY SOUL AND WHERE DO WE GO WHEN WE RUN OUT OF ROAD.......
OUT IN SPACE?
I HOPE TO HEAR YOUR VOICE BEFORE I DIE. DOES YOUR HEART ACHE TO THINK YOUR NOT MINE. DO YOUR BONES FREEZE IN THE COLD..... WHEN I CALL OUT YOUR NAME. THE ECHOES OF MY PAIN AND IN YOUR HEART IS WHERE I WANT TO STAY WHEN ITS ALL SAID AND DONE.
CAN I GIVE MY BROKEN HEART TO YOU, CAN I GIVE MY SHATTERED HEART TO YOU, WHEN I AM JUST A CANDLE WISH AWAY, JUST A CANDLE WISH AWAY FROM BEING SAVED FROM YOU BY YOU. THE WOUNDED CALL. HOW CAN YOU BREAK WHAT ALREADY HAS BEEN BROKEN- A PART. of THE SHOW STARTS IN THE END AND WHEN I SEE THE TUNNEL OF LIGHT, I WANT TO WALK THROUGH THE MOON TO ANOTHER WORLD WITH YOU!
AREN'T WE ALL THE INNOCENT. ISN'T THERE A INNER CHILD LOST SOMEWHERE IN YOU. AREN'T WE ALL THE INNOCENT. ISN'T THERE A INNER CHILD LOST SOMEWHERE IN YOU. THE ALARM IS SET, CAN I GIVE MY BROKEN HEART TO YOU, CAN I GIVE MY SHATTERED HEART TO YOU, WHEN I AM JUST A CANDLE WISH AWAY, JUST A CANDLE WISH AWAY FROM BEING SAVED FROM YOU BY YOU.
AREN'T WE ALL THE INNOCENT. ISN'T THERE A INNER CHILD LOST SOMEWHERE IN YOU. AREN'T WE ALL THE INNOCENT. ISN'T THERE A INNER CHILD LOST SOMEWHERE IN YOU. THE ALARM IS SET, TO CHANGE WITH CHANGE IS THE CHANGELESS STATE... THE RAIN WASHES AWAY ALL THE EMPTY SHADES AND ALL THE UNKNOWN SHADOWS ARE ERASED. THE SIRENS SOOTHE MY SOUL AND WHERE DO WE GO WHEN WE RUN OUT OF ROAD.......
OUT IN SPACE?
CATS ARE LUCKY THEY HAVE NINE LIVES TO LIVE AND MINE AT NINE BEGINS. CAN I GIVE MY BROKEN HEART TO YOU, CAN I GIVE MY SHATTERED HEART TO YOU, WHOSE FAULT IS IT IF I TELL YOU NOT TO EVER STOP, DO YOU WANT MY HEART TO DROP AND LET ROT AND BEAT IT UP SO IT CAN TURN TO DUST AND POUR IT ON A SMOKE TO PUFF AND BLOW IT ALL AWAY.
-thanks.
if it sounds familiar, its because I was inspired and drunk by Billys song Mina Loy! [this is what I heard when I heard this future embrace classic]
not just a video game title but a game many of us decide to play on ourselves.
I just came across this in a book so I thought I'd share SOME OF IT!!
jUST AS LOVE IS THE GREAT UNIFYING FORCE, FEAR IS THE GREAT DIVIDING ONE. WHILE THE SOUL POSSESSES AN ACCUMULATION OF PAST LIFE EXPERIENCES AND KARMIC OBLIGATIONS IN ITS MEMORY, THE PERSONALITY ARRIVES IN THIS WORLD A BLANK SLATE. ITS IDENTITY IS DEVELOPED AND SHAPED BY THE PEOPLE AND THE ENVIRONMENT IN WHICH IT RESIDES. AS WE GROW, WE DEFINE OURSELVES BASED ON THE JUDGMENT AND BELIEFS OF OTHERS. GRADUALLY, IF WE BEGIN TO FALL INTO THE TRAP OF THE LOWER NATURE AND FORGET OUR TRUE LOVING SELVES, WE MAY BECOME FEARFUL.
FEAR IS A DECEPTIVE CREATION OF OUR MINDS. IT IS NOT REAL. YES, THERE ARE VERY REAL THINGS TO BE AFRAID OF OUT THERE IN THE WORLD, BUT I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT THE FEAR THAT COMES WITH OUR BASIC SURVIVAL INSTINCTS. I'M REFERRING TO EMOTIONAL FEARS THAT COME FROM FAULTY IMPRESSIONS AND ILLUSIONS.
WE HAVE BEEN SO PROGRAMMED BY WORLD EVENTS AND VIOLENCE THAT WE BELIEVE THE WORLD IS A VERY FEARFUL PLACE.
WE GROW AFRAID OF THINGS OR PPL WE THINK ARE OUT TO GET US. WE ATTEMPT TO LIVE UP TO OTHER PPL'S STANDARDS, AND BECOME SOMETHING THAT WE ARE NOT. IN ESSENCE, WE ARE NOT BEING TRUE OURSELVES.
WHEN OUR MINDS BECOME INCASED IN FEAR, WE OFTEN EXPERIENCE IT PHYSICALLY. OUR PHYSICAL BODIES TENSE AS WE REPLAY A FEARFUL SITUATION OVER AND OVER AND OVER IN OUR MINDS AND SCARE OURSELVES FURTHER.
THEN OUR ENERGY BECOMES WEAKENED. SOMETIMES, WE FEEL THAT WE LITERALLY JUST CAN'T MOVE AND FIND OURSELVES DREADING THE FUTURE.
WHEN FEAR ENTERS A PERSON'S LIFE, SHE SHUTS OUT THE LIGHT OF THE SOUL. ANY RAY OF TRUTH THAT MAY BE TRYING TO ALLEVIATE THE FEAR CAN'T GET THROUGH. WHEN WE SUCCUMB TO OUR FEARS, THEY INEVITABLY TAKE CHARGE OF OUR LIVES AND HOLD US BACK FROM TAKING CHANCES AND DOING THE THINGS WE WANT.
FEAR INCAPACITATES PPL. [IN CAN CRIPPLE YOU]
SO, HOW CAN YOU OVERCOME AND CONTROL FEAR? FIRST, BY THINKING POSITIVELY AND USING THE UNIVERSE LAW OF AFFINITY, "LIKE ATTRACTS LIKE." WHENEVER A NEGATIVE OR FEARFUL THOUGHT COMES INTO MIND, I REPEAT THE FOLLOWING AFFIRMATION: "HEALTHY AM I, HAPPY AM I, HOLY AM I."
i LET IT SINK INTO MY SUBCONSCIOUS. AS I HAVE SAID MANY TIMES, YOU CREATE YOUR DESTINY BY HOW YOU THINK.
~GOD ALWAYS SAYS YES; YOU SAY NO~
BY REPLACING A NEGATIVE THOUGHT WITH A POSITIVE ONE, YOU BEGIN TO ATTRACT ASSURANCE AND TRUST RATHER THAN FEAR AND UNCERTAINTY.
SECOND, WE CAN CONTROL FEAR BY USING THE LAW OF CAUSE AND EFFECT CONSTRUCTIVELY.
IF YOU WANT GOOD IN YOUR LIFE, YOU HAVE TO BE LOVING AND KIND IN THE SITUATIONS YOU ENCOUNTER.
YOU CANNOT EXPECT PEACE AND CONTENTMENT IF YOU'RE CREATING MISERY FOR OTHERS.
LAST, IF YOU WANT HAPPINESS AND JOY, YOU CAN'T LLOK TO THE WORLD OUTSIDE YOU FOR THE TRUTH.
WHEN YOU DWELL IN THE HIGHER GOD CONSCIOUSNESS, YOU WILL ALWAYS COME FROM A PLACE OF LOVE AND FEEL THEAT LOVE INSIDE.
WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO FEAR?NOTHING. WHOM DO YOU HAVE TO FEAR?NO ONE. WHY? BECAUSE WHOEVER HAS JOINED FORCES WITH GOD OBTAINS THREE GREAT PRIVILEGES: OMNIPOTENCE WITHOUT POWER, INTOXICATION WITHOUT WINE, AND LIFE WITHOUT DEATH.
""The finding and the vague Turn away to yonder The creeping shadow returns. The gilded words are whsipered."" ponder in the rain where i no longer yearn for the pain to catch me at my point of test. [please insert name] pity sings to the heart enough to melt the cold at rest? something we cannot if all we have to give is the worst at our best! I do look and love for a while- half an hour to go in denial past ten- to resits no will to accept all plague- power to the games once poets play! ""The revlolution dies upon us Sweet agony it cries! To die of sorrow And be nevermore. Mocking laughter Slowly fades The dawning of Shocking revulsion."" the price stakes are raised- blue skies in my eyes and spider webs- spoon stuck in my ear from common fearful slave- another day minus one the hands that point and say- ""The hanging, suspense Groans the fighting plea for blessing What irony is this? To be cursed, omniscient unto the fleeing sky."" into the river of night consuming sparkling dreams blooming the journey difficult but beauty as roses lay for feet brooming ways where maids of spring and doves of clay praise for a new beginning death gives way and we enter into ""A sweet refrain Those frivolous uncannies oh so true! Higher and higher The revelations are revealed! The tenderness of fate The revolving lovers think And I did not I did not"" you did not what? wink at us all from the moon? what did you not do? you did not from the yawn of sunset to the roar of dawn, just do what I think I just saw..... [???] did you not with a grain of fault kiss the sweet flower- the key to the princess tower- to this day we are born and devoured- you did point your arrows upon the edge of madrid babble in stone and cast shadows as they flee from a swarming of the bees once for what your eye hid.... from all that is unknown! no more?? do those that love speak of their love the most?
moonlight makes candles lid when light storms.
""I found myself once more And what a sorry sight! Bedraggled i was, with leaves in my hair, Yet a golden halo myself did bid. A finding, a pretty finding, That pinkish whorl upon the sand Now lies in my palm, My open palm To lie forevermore""
Go within the depths of yourself. Go into your subconscious conscious where your past life experiences reside and breathe like monsters. Go within where shadows dressed like clowns run a muck and demons walk the runway like models, Go within where any evil lies and shine a light. I go through hell and penetrate your life!!!!
choose one, all or none of the pictures above/below and write a short story or poem, dare I say [even both folks] about what the picture is about or what it means to you. [reveal and come out]
what was/is Purgatory like for you? -share. [all are welcome]
after talking with Macko_lanter9 and after much discussions Macko Lanter9 and I would like you to know how to write like him. lol
now for beginners you may be asking your self- Where Do I start? How Do I start? What Do I write? How Do I write it? its simple.
don't think about those questions too much and start writting little by little. gradually you will be picking up pace. but then what do you do with 2 boxes full of poetry. [endless amounts of writing] you take them out and cut them into little pieces and make short/long poems out of all of them.
at least thats what I did.
you see, I have never been someone that will actually sit down and discuss poetry. not even my own let alone other ppl's poetry.
there are a huge number of poets out there. some don't even know it.
the reason I have grown up without knowing much of poetry is because poetry is not my passion. nor is painting. [[[[LIFE Is My Passion]]]]
steal that one.
I just so happen to be a natural at it. since childhood poetry and painting/drawing come natural to me. like breathing.
so in the poetry section of a bookstore is where you will never find me.
now, I have been getting alot of pms since i started my blogs a long time ago on the HOW Can DO on this subject matter.
I am no expert. maybe a scholar can help you and maybe one in the wings will magically appear and help you further into your investigation.
what I can share with you is my journey and I think that is good enough.
There are only four questions I consider when I write: the value of life? sacred? spirit? the value of death? what did I eat for lunch? [ok, there are five questions[big deal]] The answer to each is the same: only love. [except for the last one]
Inspiration: what inspire you to write??
I remember writing a poem about wether using a spoon or a fork for my cup of noodles when I was a teen and the fork WON.
we can get inspiration from a lot of places. work/friends/life in general/living?
one time I got inspired by a word here as I read someones posts. a word [one word] from like three paragraphs and then I started writing.
don't ask what that word was, now!!!! its our little secret
maybe what inspires me does not inspire you. thats okay. we are all different. maybe photography inspires you. you can write or paint about that. maybe even add some poetry to your photography if you'd like but thats for another topic.
sometimes songs inspire me and as I listen to music, I freestyle and dance with my hands on the paper [don't steal that one] wink.gif
its no surprise that I have come to this site and started something. [i must admit] it was God not mee! I was just being myself.
the messenger.
sorry, slipped On track for a change there smile.gif
I've been told by ppl I do share my original poetry with to "read" poetry all the time and get inspiration from other poets to learn about their style- to "read" classic poets such as Aristotle. Emily Dickinson and contemporary poets like Nikki Giovanni.
I don't need that. why? because I have all you guys here to inspire me the way you all have.
now i feel like picking up the pen like I do my sword and slay the dragons for all my life.
I have my work published which I share bit and pieces of here but its been so long since I started new "grounded" material. I think I will start now.
I think I will check out these poets for a read. [maybe I will discover that I was possibly one of these great poets in a past lifetime] hey it can happen! wink.
Unknown poets are good too. unpublished[mostly on line though] not to steal anything from of course, just to learn from and become a better poet there after.
[remember that!]
get your work protected, [nowadays ppl would want to steal your smile if they can] I stole that from myself lol
have a journal about personal poetry you will only share with a few, a journal you will only have for your Eyes only and a journal where you can share with all[the whole public]
copyright/protect all.
this is turning into another topic so all i can say is google it up and find out what you can and can't do[its a process]
you can also do two things. [quicker and easier] create an online account like for example yahoo and use it for your writings only[poetry/stories/screenplay] and don't forget to write dates and times as well.
send an e-mail to this account and never open it nor write its password down. unless if its in your heart.
so when you go to claims you punch em out!
and
also you can send your poetry in packages to your mailing address and use your postage and date verified to protect your work and never open it unless you have to but this is too oldschool so I suggest/recommend the first approach.
now you can share your work, get outside opinions and share with friends/classmates, [not enemies because they will steal your sh*t] all feedback is constructive, whether positive or negative. learn to grow from criticism; it will only help. don't be afraid to share work with an audience. [once your work is protected] unless you don't care about giving others your stuff and make them rich in the process!!
rich in both soul and $$$$
*Inspiration can come from ppl and music like artists such as Billy Corgan* he has inspired me in my writing. [[[[I respect his work]]]]
but I have never studied him/nor do I need to study anybody because my poetry comes from an original source God.
*most of you who have read my Enter the Shaman Blog know this*
before and after that I have been told countless times how ppl here study my words and everything in between them. [alot] I am flattered.[it makes me feel good] but we are all special this way. [don't lose yourself in me]
you ppl are missing the point. transfixed on a mythical hero.
instead you should focus within and find that Child, Fool, Skeptic and Mystic that resides in each and every single one of you.
many ppl that know me WELL in real life consider me to be a sorta of a Neo from the Matrix character. [we all share this in this journey]
yet, I spend most of my time Reminding ppl that everyone has a Neo in them waiting to come out and blossom and be nourished.
-but thats because i found mine.
fuck, I am so Baddass!!!!!!
like I've been saying many blogs ago [I invite you to find yours!]
now lets begin.
carry a paper and pen with you all the time. inspiration may hit you any time and place so be ready. so many great ideas come and go and we have nothing to write it down on. sometimes these great ideas come when we least expect them.
the last place you would like to be is stuck in the crapper and having to use your own sh*t to write on toilet paper with your finger.
[kodak moment]
know metaphors and how to use them. speak to hear how they sound. think of them constantly and try to make them more eloquent and beautiful all the time. after a while they should be able to flow freely and naturally.
you see this alot in the little work I've shared with you all thus far.
as you all may know. I focus alot on the end. I feel like the end really needs to make sense and therefore give you a bang worth remembering.
instant death if you will. wink.gif
everyone should write like that. it leaves a lasting impression.
but not all of ones poetry should merit this. [then the ending gets too predictable]
have a wide/huge vocabulary. this comes from reading, writing and speaking. [practice] read avidly, and try to incorporate new words while writing. practice using new words in conversations.
keep the flow going but steady.
[I like to play with words alot and mix and match]
Uuse imagery. imagery is vital to poetry. know how to describe things in ways that no one else describes them. [no copycats] be aware of all five of the senses and how to describe effectively what each is experiencing.
I use imagery with words all the time because its fun. then you can add color. [color with words only]
also ever poem has patters. see what rhymes and what does not. play with that for fun even when you get down to write.
its easy to me but I understand like everything in life. [If it was easy then everybody would be doing it so I understand]
which is why this topic came about, no need to thank me/curse me! thank God.
now, look at the poetry or words I write and others too and you will find that there are so many different styles [unless someones getting jacked]
the styles and ideas will vary from person to person and you will find that some are similar to others because of either shared experiences or topics but I tell you.
how many WW2 movies/books are there and yet see how each is told differently through different eyes.
so in that note, I tell you to create/create/create
your identity will shine through because its unique.
its the laws of life. [here and after] not even soul mates are exactly the same.
so don't get discouraged. someone wrote about a topic you were interested earlier then do another one. [one different????]
good luck!!
now forget everything you read here and write. why? because poetry writes itself
for all you Mackoholics out there: I wear what Twiggy wears in that video to sleep every night. smile.
one more question mack? over here?[the guy with a silly rainbow hat] Macko_ where does all these ideas and magic come from? where do you come up with all your stuff?
I don't know. interesting question.
I would like to think that it comes from heaven. that it falls down like rain from the sky which is true but that is not the only way.
there is no ONE only way.
I also go within the depths of myself. I also go into my subconsciouss where my past life experinces reside and breathe like monsters and I also go within where shadows and demons run a muck, I go within where any evil lies and shine a light. I go through hell.
wanna come?
then penetrate you life and cum!!
fuck yourself in poetry.
its a good lay.
then you will want to get married and have babies. wink.
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Words assembled, think be quick- words resemble cotton candy on a stick- plant foot like tree, thoughts root as deep appear with a hint of ink- the rest is nothing short of a mystery- nourish them with a smile and watch you grow- open your mind and water them with hope- don't stare too long down below,[the bulge waves hello] ;) I will be a word man better than a ham on a lamb.....
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unfulfilled promises of a future with you fail in quicksand, awaking on the hands of time can only guarantee a quick death. help me see quite clearly my flaws and not understand- the claws beauty has and the rest we lay rest in man!!!
lonesome whispers kept to myself the way, humming along until the day we met..... In a well deeper than her stare. beautiful like where all fairy tales begin- where another chapter delves!
between the darkness and the light between the fall and the rise between you and I lost in the hourglass of rhymes.....
