Posted: 24-Aug-06 03:04 GMT (#1333)
Hi everyone , Just wondering if anyone would like to share some poetry or lyrics they have written.I love to read others poetry and their interpretations.
Walking up the beach, lies , guilt , betrayal , swallowed by intoxicating emotional engulfment pursuing every passion known to man, it is then , one finds their true call in this fine splendour we call existence and , one day , co existence .It is not you I am after but I, I am seeking for , we find each other , and then , unconsciously separate , moments ago I belonged to the sphere of inner realms, satisfying ones own inert cravings at the will and discontempt of others. Firing the shots as the yearning sun beckons for its warmth of clouds, only to fall in the violent storm , wistfully blowing away the autumn leaves of the tortured trees that dared to be rooted upon this beach. No solid sand here, but it is a nice view at times…..
Not sure if this is a poem.
Then all of a sudden, in that very moment, the desolate clouds of emotion swarmed away, filing themselves in the desolate pattern upon which they came, seeing all but none of their past , and remembering nothing of their future to come. All that awaits is the memory of now , ongoing and ever-changing , swallowing every moment making all an illusion and transcending all logic into all that wants to feel and none that wants to see. So where to now? The observer asks? The answer was in the question indeed, or was it ? The very point of a question relates to a conclusion and a certain position, an observer only sees what he feels moments ago, so are we feeling future before the past or should there even be a question, no questions but a flow, an ongoing gel of fractals within fractals, moments within moments and times within times, space within space and matter within matter. That being the case, are their souls within souls? Thought within thought? And feeling within feeling? Conceivable within the inconceivable and inconceivable within the inconceivable? All I might come to is a realization of not to realize and be with this gel, swarm with the cloud that gave me this inspiration to infinity of infinity.
Walking up the beach, lies , guilt , betrayal , swallowed by intoxicating emotional engulfment pursuing every passion known to man, it is then , one finds their true call in this fine splendour we call existence and , one day , co existence .It is not you I am after but I, I am seeking for , we find each other , and then , unconsciously separate , moments ago I belonged to the sphere of inner realms, satisfying ones own inert cravings at the will and discontempt of others. Firing the shots as the yearning sun beckons for its warmth of clouds, only to fall in the violent storm , wistfully blowing away the autumn leaves of the tortured trees that dared to be rooted upon this beach. No solid sand here, but it is a nice view at times…..
Not sure if this is a poem.
Then all of a sudden, in that very moment, the desolate clouds of emotion swarmed away, filing themselves in the desolate pattern upon which they came, seeing all but none of their past , and remembering nothing of their future to come. All that awaits is the memory of now , ongoing and ever-changing , swallowing every moment making all an illusion and transcending all logic into all that wants to feel and none that wants to see. So where to now? The observer asks? The answer was in the question indeed, or was it ? The very point of a question relates to a conclusion and a certain position, an observer only sees what he feels moments ago, so are we feeling future before the past or should there even be a question, no questions but a flow, an ongoing gel of fractals within fractals, moments within moments and times within times, space within space and matter within matter. That being the case, are their souls within souls? Thought within thought? And feeling within feeling? Conceivable within the inconceivable and inconceivable within the inconceivable? All I might come to is a realization of not to realize and be with this gel, swarm with the cloud that gave me this inspiration to infinity of infinity.
"Nothing in science is ever proven , that would require an infinite amount of experiments" - Robert Anton Wilson
.. wow dudes! but hey I'm sure it all means something to the writter so here's one from a couple of years ago...
( at the time i was very annoyed and that inspred me ( i wrote between 7 and 10 pages of lyrics then, half of it was not great and the other half i made into songs about the machine(we were on a roll at the time(the singer had done some aswell so we had 3 songs about the machine(we were ready to do a concept album 