Surpassing Experience by TheEarthIsRound
Surpassing Experience by TheEarthIsRound
Consciously a world is outside
Clocks are ticking,
Cars are running,
Breaths are taken in,
Birds are chirping,
Earth is turning;
Atoms are transforming
Energy transfiguring,
While I take thought on
This cup of Tea.
I put myself into
The system of the tea,
The system of matter,
Of materials, of physics.
But that wouldn’t matter at all-
Clocks may not be ticking,
Earth may not be turning...
As we speak.
Sometimes it is an elegant gesture,
A leap of faith
To know you are not alone.
To know you are collective
In the system.
But sometimes,
It isn’t selfishness or ignorance,
That the only thing matters
Is not the system
But my cup of tea.
Without inferences
Or references
To what is and what not.
To silence of language,
To emancipate from imagination
Assumptions, and false security--
The aloneness and the unity.
The world outside
The world inside
Outside and inside.
As we speak.
"Springtime Limerick" and "Heartstring Guitar" by moonbird
"Springtime Limerick" by moonbird
The sunbeams are strings on my fiddle.
I play you an intricate riddle
of sweet little tunes
on gay afternoons
and chord with the chickadee’s whistle.
"Heartstring Guitar" by moonbird
For all her life, she’d watched from afar.
Avoiding love, she nursed an old scar.
But once she slipped, left her heart ajar,
Releasing the music of her heartstring guitar,
And as it sang, in drifted a star,
Small and twinkling, it had drifted far,
Following blindly its guiding north star,
And the little star played on her heartstring guitar
A song both sweet and faintly bizarre
That put the notes where words usually are,
And the door to her heart stayed forever ajar,
Playing sweet music on her heartstring guitar.
An untitled poem by weltanschauung (from ‘ouroboros (epsilon dub)’)
An untitled poem by weltanschauung (from ‘ouroboros (epsilon dub)’)
you're so genuine
under the wallmart original's remake of renaissance classics.
you're so smart
under the haircut and the blue spectacles.
you're so pretty
under the glitter and gold supersized underpriced cover-girl kit.
you're so talented
under the canvas of visa-mastercard-paypall.
you're so pure
under the baghavad-gita topless bikini.
you're so bright
under the stellar five-pointed cardboard.
you're so true
under the six-feet king-size best reviewed innerspring.
"Eatin' Sounds" by firefangled
"Eatin' Sounds" by firefangled
Stop by here sometime,
where the frogs and the crickets
wake up my neighbors
(she has ten poison fingers
and he’s moonfaced with rickets).
Come here summertime,
when it’s thick in the thickets,
night has its own plagues,
bullies kickin’ they legs
feelin' the gray heat of briquettes.
Down near the rushes
singing blues to black water
fingerin’ her notes,
pale like lillies she floats,
missus full moon with otter.
What’s your darkest desire,
and I’ll play you a sad song
made from young willows
and a worn breath from spring,
while cookin’ some croaks on the fire.