>>2457

oooh goody!

A post for poetry :)

Heres one, dedicated to all you here at truth legion:

So, Nihilist Terrorists control the populace and dems, neocons and nazis cohort and the obvious lies are applied by oblivious spies…

Well, what if these are only obstacles to overcome in the delusions of Mind,

in the illusion of Time?

Inside this rhyme, please find a chrysalis,

a geometric cocoon designed by consciousness,

In this mind Evil eyes cannot exist

but if they ever do, its ALL true

DONT TRIP

cuz everything is everything

like Ms. Lauren Hill insists.

Though, you gotta admit,

we don't know much about it,

but maybe when the great Mystery is deduced, We're all One and you attract what you focus.

This ain't just some witches brew-ha ha or hocus pocus, these words sit, up upon a floating lotus,

with rose petaled proses flowing in and out of poses,

what can YOU see from the crows nest?

From sea to shining sea,

WE are melting what was frozen!

>>2677

Share on, anon! I wanna read em! no matter how shitty! (its all relative)

>>2457

HOooOoOOOOOOH LORD!! talk about some starseed Space Soul!!!

Check this amazing poetman out!

www. youtube.com/watch?v=KJHquOEChRg

an excerpt:

I can recite the grass on the hill and memorize the moon

I know the cloudforms of love by heart

and have brought tears to the eye of a storm

and my memory banks vaults of forests and amazon river banks

and i've screamed them into sunsets that echo in earthquakes

shadows have been my spotlight as I monologue the night and dialogue with days

soliloquies of wind and breeze applauded by sun rays

we put language in zoos to observe caged thought

and tossed peanuts and p-funk at intellect

and motherfuckers think these are metaphors

i speak what I see

all words and worlds are metaphors of me

my life was authored by the moon

footprints written in soil

the fountain pen of martian men

novelling human toil

and yes, the soil speaks highly of me

but earth seeds root me poet-tree

now, maybe i'm too serious

too little here to matter

though i'm riddled with the reason of the sun

i stand up comets with the audience of lungs

this body of laughter is it with me or at me?

hue more or less though gender's mute

and the punch line has this lifeline at it's root

i'm a star this life's the suburbs, I commute