Write To This Picture VII
 

Picture Speaks for itself.

Textured landscapes tell so little
Yet tell so much with that bit
Maybe i am expecting too much
But Nitty told us it speaks itself..

Silence is maddening
Where are the words?
What hold that cup?
A transparent triangle?
What is this?

The sombre night
The intense day
But why does the former,
Seep into the latter?

Silence, silence, silence...
Oh wait,
the words
it speaks
within me!


A bit wacky. A bit nonsensical. But i though i'd kick it off like that. Very good picture Shiznit. But couldn't write to it conventionally.

Facial features beyond description of teachers,
Preachers tap madly in the wind, but still all answers are held within.
Roots grown in strong fit securley,
Sum1 else must know the answer surely.

as the 3 tips prosper, i whisper profoundly...
a splash, a glance, a reflection roll off the white proudly.
grasped by fiction, a divised faction.....
label this nirvana a firebound attraction.

wall up this drama, brick in its magnificence,
Cremating a sitistical organic foundry of mass signifigence.
polytechnical is the stems twisted ends,
it will wrap and wriggle, concealing at the end.....
the sides to thee prophet of neverending freind.

~Worlds collide~

Two worlds collide in a mystic demise, ancient secrets untold, as reality unfolds/
One spectrum bleeds the color of the other, in darkness of closed shutters/
Vivid nuances of light dance radiantly, in contrast to the land deprived photonic ally/
Separated by the flesh ‘rooted’ in Terrestrial mesh, absorbing life and recycling death/
Grains of old, psalms of Bold, Reluctant men from a time back then, leaving stories foretold/

Once forgotten, a solid oak guards the way from deprived men who’s souls have rotten’d/
Illusions once fancied as great, now sub-mentally ornate, Lost, much as fate of one’s faith. /
Somber sorrow, for yet another morrow, restless souls flow to barrow, passage thru his sleepy hollow’s/
Hail, the grail, for it’s secrets can swallow, much like Jonah’s whale, for life’s test we live only to fail/
Choose your path, without reservation or complication of Math, in his divine light we all yearn for a bath/
Three points of a triangle, three identical angles, is this folk, fiction or fable, ninety degrees just RIGHT for the tangle/
A Sun and a Moon, with death all to soon, never fear this heavenly gloom, like in a blaze of fire, I’ll meet the HIGHER, when the clock ticks off at HIGH noon/

These two worlds are but one, an Idea eternally shunned, until you meet the barrel of a loaded gun, to this thought you will succumb/
Men lay victim to sin’s of the son, CREATED as ONE but alone in death, living life on the RUN/
Slow down for there is a fork in the road, Standing graciously its bark free from the Mold, choose the wrong path, and grow instantly old/
In this spectrum of light, bring forth a new day, or live in the shadow of night…
Where your story will never be told…/


~Worlds collide~



Just something the picture made me feel, it has a spiritual appeal to it, just got my thought flowing, and yeah it turned into this... Metiphorically speaking of course....

Posted for you Shiznit.....

Two superb pieces from Libb and dogg. Remember peiople, you can comment on other peoples work too.

its whateva yo...im throwin mine down




Follow me into the world unknown, where souls are never grown and are overthrown by the will of their own
Lost in an eternal schizophrenia, go the path of the new millenniums, to come forth from the darks, a heaven imitated home
It seems unnatural this anomaly, but yet the phenomena is commonly the correct structure for the damned
Heaven and earth, but hell lies between, never forgotten or unseen from the eyes of the keen, and kindhearted man
I live in contrast that of my personality, but in reality I fight off hordes of demons in my conscious constantly
The light depicts the dark, and vice versa, but my soul chooses to embark on a journey of unknown affiliations of a dark embassy
I live both worlds, but choose to roam only the one that swirls and sends my mind into constant bliss
The meaning to why I choose this, is only to rid eternally crucifixes depicting my own mentality complex
To abridge my garnered thoughts you must peruse what images my own eyes brought to this dreaded onslaught
Am I a soul whose will is lost or just a tortured soul, consisting solely of morbid thoughts unto which my affiliation has brought?
In the end.... both worlds meet to bring equilibrium to the mentally deceit in which my soul slowly depletes of the essence of the will it needs to proceed




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igido

good peices everybody
in the two weeks i have done peices for this forum
i realize its one of the best forums on the site 2 bad its slept on
oh well most poetry is
at least we are here
my peice


Night and [COLOR=orange-red]DAY[/COLOR]

Why is the world depicted so dark?
Dark like the rock from which our tree grows
Straight from the beggining it was not meant to be
[COLOR=orange-red]How could that be wasnt the love real
our love that with a seed and water it was enough
enough to generate a live of living eternity
or did you always know it wasnt meant to be?[/color]
Its always been that way to me
The world is always so dark like the ocean blue
All the dreams Ive ever had will never come true
[COLOR=orange-red]But look through my bright eyes
i only see love and flourishment[/color]
Fuck that, only fourishing goin on is the frost
as it creeps up on you and covers the world in hate
[COLOR=orange-red]Are we meant to live like this, in this way
Its not our plan to live 24 hrs as two seperate days[/color]
I feel the frost as it freezes the depths of my soul
the suns rays warms me as they twinkle straight from your eyes
but all they do is brighten the road to my dimise

When I look at that picture I see a penis. How Fruedian.

A big penis too.

Anyway... here be my drop:

~~~
They say you need to use special tools in the art of magick.
It's not true.
While they help, they are not needed. They are used to direct things that you yourself can not direct with your mind in it's current state.
Each of the four primary tools represent the four elements.
The chalice... a container of liquids... represents water.

Water is a strange thing. Though, as an element it doesn't represent water alone, but all liquids. Blood, soda pop, mud.
Anyway... from a chalice can sprout an ocean. From an ocean can spout a tree.

Maybe the Yggdrassil? Even the ancient hebrews believed in magick.

But the Yggdrassil would be very appropriate here. It is the tree of life. A bringer of life. Water is the same, a bringer of life. After all, you can't live without water. But in a way, the tree of life is not appropriate.

I mean, a tree is solid. It sprouts from the Earth, not from the ocean. But then again, there is so much mythology, including the judeo-christians, where the Earth rose from the waters. So why wouldn't the Yggdrasil?

Also, the tree of life extends to the heavens. The heavens, being something we can not see. But everything in between the oceans and the heavens, we can see. And what is the most common thing besides the Earth and the oceans that we see?

Fire. Fire in it's elemental sense. Transmutation, movement, life in it's most basicnicity. Fire is out there. In the night, and in the day. And as days and nights go on and on and on in that seemingly neverending cycle, the trick is to keep those elements balanced. The Earth underneath us, the heavens above us. The water around us, and the fire... the fire inside us.

Oh yeah... and somewhere in the earth, the water, the air, and the fire is a big fucking penis.

~Islam~

i not know y i do not have a choice,
my dark side?
no, that would swallow me alive.
than wat about tha light,
ha, that never existed to my heart.
than why should i drink from tha goblet of choice?
because it is fate within itself
that i make up my mind
and choose my path after death.
y can't i be like tha trees and tha water
and tha mountain and tha sky?
unchangeable execpt for tha outside of my being.
than i could walk tha razor sharp path.
i will not falter, though, as i drink tha goblet of choice.
my mind will transform into tha river,
tha trees and tha sky, reborn, and yet
i have no idea if my presence will be felt in tha change of my soul to such objects.
so i drink and i drift into my own decision.

I have chosen the path in beween light and dark...
congregation between God and Satan has made it's mark...
the goblet of mankind has drank of the peaceful waters...
many men will see the divine trinity after people'z slaughtered...
drink of the blood and pain of transgression and live for the sorrow...
the flow of my heart grows and will never see tommorrow...
clash of being will meet somehow with a glass of wine...
drink of a strangerz cup and all ya wrongs will be made right...
the blind man drinketh of the peaceful sea...
in the light or the dark where the deceitful be...

ummm...this was the 1st time I done this...but I'm just tryin' to vary my steez a lil' ya know...so forgive me if this is wack...but I'm not a poet...I just wanted to try it out...

Wakin up to another restless day
my swolen belly got me off my own way

abandoned life for this life of mine
deserted teenage customs to be kind

before this darkness seeped in i was burnin rubber
was a wanted dish in the high school supper

but then i got poured and mixed up in this "Cup"le shit
got my life bound by the shakles of this BOY's "Manly Wit"

his unusefullness grows as so does my hate
Feelin pain i rush to my doom, my dreadful fate

i never felt like this almost like that night
but then again these are opposites, breath & fight

I lay to rest my restfullness as these 9 months come to a close
prayin god will bless this flower as i give birth to the most buiteiful "rose"

I realive now that this was all worth while worth the heart ache
the good the bad the dark the light was worth having been somethin so great

Restless images of tension and hope
Too much effects of stress and dope
Too much in common leads to two different emotions
Too much tradgedy, with too little commotion
Too different sides, with two different views
One full of warmth, the other with coldness from a hateful moon
One barrier tree, with too many leaves
Divided by one stream, that comes from one sea
One golden goblet, for which two sides unite
One act of peace...and it's a whole new site

hoped you liked it...first peace of poetry....

meant to say sight at the bottom for those who are confused** peace

a war between two worlds darkness and light
a harkened fight smites the the silver glow of night
terror and smiles at odds with peace
never seen serenity falls to its feet
a cup of eternal life questionable at best
the suns burning shadow blazing burning in jest
the tree of life blossoms wilting flowers who unfold
this upside down madness strangles and takes hold
now as we leave we find a little piece of ourselves
in this vertigo of mixed shadow in our personal hell