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Write To This Picture VII
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Picture Speaks for itself.
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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.
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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 holla'tchya boi! 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
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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 |
Sometimes the mind may shed the warmth...
Or may relinquish to darkness... Various days are brighter than others... While spontaneous moments are darker from another.... Maybe the cup is my brother? Long gone, lost and alone... His mind dethroned, throwed to the depths below... Constantly fighting off inner-made enemies and foe's... Attackin him slow... The coldness is bitter, the humidty is splendor What might these passageways render? Emotions mix, concealed hopelessy in psychological blenders But my roots are there... deeper than follicles of my hair.. Will i be there?... When my brother is searchin for help.. Or will i dare?...When he needs help to comfort himself? Im more lost now, more lost now.......more....lost now. |
This is way the hysteria ends and also where the hysteria-starts
came to a fork in the road and on one side I saw the mysterious-dark anything that doesnt have protection-gets-slaughtered Shivers run up my spine as I see the moon reflect-off-the-water I Peer On the other side and all I see is the presence-of-light I see nothing but good things, the pure essence-of-life one side all I see is the hate the other all im feeling-is-love and it all combines in the middle and spills-out-the-cup |
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Made sight, Gold and Velvet divided, seperating Day and Night the chalice Holds my imagination, who am i to Say whats Right? Painted sight . . pained in sight of a Dawn breaking our Dreams, A knotted oak. . thus symbolising the Tie's in Our Family Trees. The manderin glow as the Sunsets. . colliding w/ a Blue blanket, As the Shadows Silhouette, Overpowers the Light of Madness. Conjoined at The Soul of this Piece. . an Explosion Of The Two, the Combination of God and Satan centered by the wise of youth. |
ne plus ultra
i look between...... two sides too full frontal it seemed..... a serious life caught between verticle seams... a mind, this life, a dream Seperate lives and still we share the same name.... Rooted together forever deep within a picture frame...... Granted it seems i am the same being. trapped, and unsure to a simple lifes meaning.... I breathe deep, and think? This air is tasteless but still i digest it..... Confusion compounding i compressed it... i see more for me ... I coalesce.... A new Being.... ...hmmmm...wow this one is relative to my life......enjoy |
just a word from the wise...to some of you....dont look at it as fucking night and day...i say it that way because all of you are using night and day so braodly...and its not very imagionative...
it seems repetitive with most of..you...though im not gonna say any names in this forum... think of something new!! jeeeeeezzz igido... |
^That'll come naturally, madd. You whole point is to write to what this picture inspires. It's all good...
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This is the world...
We live life while somebody dies. Laugh out loud while somebody cries. Young kid grows up while the old man goes down. A clown makes a child laugh while a killer makes a young man frown. Getting that money while hobos feel hunger. Young cus getting big but old gramp's getting no younger. Living birds rising to the sky while the dying birds plunger. I'm going through insomnia while my brother's going through a deep night slumber. Of humble beginnings, rising from the dirt. One more soul for the devil when the young ma's giving birth. Bum's sticking up old bitch for money. Poor getting more vinegar while rich's getting more honey. Girl giving up on life, hanging body on a rope... While a kid from the streets finds new hope. Its the world. |
Two worlds of separate separated by color…
The branches are rooted by your self and simply there is NO other You chose the blue and that’s your decision To the child of orange its hatreds first incision Depict the chance to mix and form And the color broadens the spectrum /outta the norm Interracial the chance is open The thought of blue and orange an answer unspoken The horizon of race is yet undefined When the rainbow is truly the interchanging SPINE Black and white makes both of these colors So think of one another not as pigments but as brothers. |
Devotion between two side's
Emotion involvin, ...seperated in different catagories split personality's who hasnt got a dark side? When smilin and feelin good, ..but olso a place to hide Location of inner feelins, ...put down in seperations But still formed as a final picture.. Like human beings,..the ying and the yang Good and evil...darkness and light flowdin to gether as one |
that was nice^ i liked teh ying and yang reference
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Thanx again :)',...i like the picture aswell, was a good one. |
Inhale
Exhale Hyperventilate Left Right Differentiate Top Bottom Medial State This That Fact Mate Black White Sight in Date Yes No Decision To Make HIgh Low Obscure Rate Light Dark Overrated SLate Clean Dirty Issued PLate Right WRong Hypocricy Dictate Tight Loose Liberal Debate Good Bad Hesitations Generate Silver Gold Antique Rebate Life Death Breathe-Take Start Finish Way Too Late ...Just a little keystyle for all of you. As i can see...many have been participating on here and im glad that you all have. Different Views. Compressed Opinions. Perpectives Surrounds the whole Forum. And of course...WRiters At their Best. (Ill try to clean this all up and start WEek 8...all i need is a picture. If you have any suggestion. Feel Free to Pm me..suckahs!..;)) |
Profitt has done something like this as well as dead and famous.....you stole my idea dammit....lol...u wouldnt steal...
nicely done shizzy |
One word.
Boredness. ;) |
Each road heads to the same prize.
Each road directs you to something else. Each road makes it difficult no matter the size. Each road makes you greedy-greedy for your self. Selfish Competitors get crushed, Weaklings die fighting, As they get hushed From the high riding No surviving Each one has a task Each one has a rap Each one has a flask Each one has a past No surviving There’s no night and day Nights are days and days are nights, When you try to obey rap’s ways. Night just shows a lack of light. No surviving, When the day is night The days just surpass Under the lime-light, Surviving without a flask. No Surviving, Mountains are high While days are nights Nights are days sigh Because nights have light. No Surviving Selfish people lose the trophy Just All trapped and lonely. There’s no surviving…. |
Yo
One soul seperates light and dark A gold cup sits ready for someone to spark To bring the light to make things clear Staring into darkness lives just disappear Its the moment, two places at one time One siting bright the other ready to shine Everythings twisted two souls now bleed One already winning other wanting to succeed Both lost in a blank reality with dismal cries One ignores the problems the other one dies Seperated by a truth and elements decieved One feels cured, the other spits disease Both bleed but the thoughts are distracted One sat in dismay the other chemically reacted The seperations of wrong and right One stood tall the other wouldn't fight Its clear as night and day in which this soul now twists One stayed alive while the other slit its wrists Look deep inside the portrait its a twisted face One side feels happiness the other total disgrace What a waste for a soul with a golden heart One new from the beginning while the other would never start Yo i dont know wat the fukk is goin through my head this picture reflects my life man. Fukkin great picture. These words express my life and this picture to an exact point in my head. Aight thats it. PEACE -KeMy$t |
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