Toe Poetry

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The video/music is just 2 posts up from here, Prof. Enjoy.

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Mid-Point

Twilight dawn or dusk, the still points of the noise,
Are day-night neither here nor there, but in equipoise.

(inspired by a memory of a poem in Mohan's blog.)

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Cold London Night
by, Tp

Cold London night, I sit on a bench,
waiting for my ride to arrive, in the trench
I feel yearning to get out of here,
I deal, now it's my time to move, hear
me tell all of you that my time has come,
to no end it arrives, to the sea and the shore, numb
are my ribs from talking restraint, pulling back
my feeling so no one knows the guilt I feel, lack
is my humor, for I am distress in this damp,
dark station, alone holding secrets cramp
inside overflowing to know how to wait
without giving it away too early or late,
I sit on a cold, hard bench in deep night darkening,
emerging into drifting, dreaming of the quickening.

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Goth Girl

She greeted me first, she sat alone,
in dark afternoon shadows atone
in her eyes, "Don't be afraid", she said,
Did it show?, I thought, caught, instead
of passing, I stopped and approached her...

She asked softly for me to sit
for a moment, Goth girls scare the wits
out of me, but subtle enticed to get closer,
my fear gave way to sensuality, chose her,
fantasies bloom in my head, can't think,
I need to run away, to clear my link
to reality, she spoke slowly,
I froze, not able to move wholly.

She asked to be taken to a bar,
I believe I responded, my mind afar,
"Just around the corner." she whispered,
in my silent ear, I nearly floated, secured
not within, as she removed the key
to the Gothic bar behind the first alley,
tucked between two gothic steeples.
She opened the door to darkened people...

She introduced me to her Goth girl friends,
I was polite and strained a smile bends,
They touched me and held me and gave me a drink,
but instead of affection, it seemed longing, think,
I need to leave, surrounded by manipulation,
I was held down to a chair, no comfort, compulsion
to fight, to get up and escape, her soft voice, "Relax,
and stay for a while", she laughed, english lacks,
in a small Romanian accent.... I deepen dread...

"Don't you remember, my darling?"
There was silence, like a wasp sting,
in my chest, I felt knots in my gut,
tighten, and fear in my throat, cut
my sense of reality to dark-light images,
"See, my sweet," old accent encourages,
Did I know them from a distant time?
How could I forget such a wondrous sign,
of dark friendship creamy soft luring sublime?

"Close your eyes and look into your deepest soul,
unmask your self in your darkest role,
for you are our Lord, our loving master
for we adore you... your heart beats faster,
I can hear it, breath my love, conceive your purpose,
control your desire, endure your hunger, your thirst does
drive you to settle your debts, your enemies bow
before you, we will fight for you and never allow
them to tread, to crush your kind nature."

I listened to her soothing voice, feelings
moving inside, I stood from the chair, reeling
with thoughts, I walked to the door,
the exit, my escape, freedom from goth lore,
My hand supported my weight against the frame
of the doorway, outside was my normal sane
reality, frozen, not moving, only thoughts streaming
in, I waited and saw, I breathed and knew, steaming
was my skin, moist hot, I turned and looked into
her eyes, and smiled, and came back in, to
the Goth bar where I sat and recalled old
times suppressed, undressed I felt, newly bold....

[Mohan.C]

Lifelets (Introduction, confusion, optimism, illusion, realization)

Obscured horizons, fading lightnings,
Neighboring mountains, asphalt streets.
Still winds unknowingly flowing.
Chilled water bubbling for breath.

Hot summer, rainy nights.
Lonely rooms, mirrored skies.
Bright stars, cloudless mornings.
Moonlit skies before sunrise.

Cool sea breeze or salt sea water.
Hot tropics or the cold water falls.
Mist covered mountains or the burning desert.
Desolate caves or the Sunday fair.

Clear blue skies, hanging cotton clouds.
Flowing cool winds, mist covered mountains.
Evergreen trees, chirruping birds,
Sunset to bed. Morning sunshine.

Smoke from a far off forest fire,
A flying jet is a meteorite.
A falling star is a flying comet.
An eagle is a glowing chariot.

And a white screen is unprismed light.
A black window is the passed away sunlight.
A street light is a glowing firefly.
A firefly is a burning seaweed.

The wind is gaseous water.
The water is matured wine.
Man is an accidental miracle,
And god is just a spectacle.

[labelwench]

Fundamental Substance,
a sea of thought,
Each of us adrift upon the same.

From cradle to grave,
by many 'tis sought,
Origin or Creation, some seek to name.

The mind, a seductress,
ever seeking to embrace,
Her ebb and flow a silken field of energy in lace.

A waking contradiction,
truth woven throughout the fiction,
The tale is spun, She sets the pace.

Set ever just beyond, our bounds of knowledge and reach,
She bids us know patience, ere she deigns to teach....

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She bids us know patience

Lucky is the one with this kind of mind, for mind's inherent job is to explain and know. When it can't know, it then may even make things up in its insistence to close the gaps.

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Kauai



This is True

This is true, my love,
That the lightning now flashes
In the light of your eyes.

The clouds in my heart explode
With the soft new beating of your own.

This is true, my love.
Your sweet lips become red
As a blushing bride’s.

This is true, my love,
That the tree of life
Once again flowers within you.

Your mind awakens to follow
The guiding rhythms of my pure soul.

The night shall weep dew at
Your sight upon the Earth anew,
And the morning will surround you
With the light of life’s delight.

This is true, my love,
That the touch of your warm breath
Intoxicates the being of life
Into and out of my spirit as well.

This is true, my love,
That the world will yet hear
Your sweet song.

Go forth, my dear twice-born one
To walk the earth once more
And help to bring evil to its knees.

(Fredrick brought back to life
by the eternal Queen of Nubia, inside a pyramid,
from 'Butterflies At the Edge of Forever',
or, perhaps a new born baby.)

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“…dull Time
Feeds, like slow fire…”



The Waves of the Ancient Swells
Of the Unforgettable Tides
Swept Ever On…

As Time, now hoary with age,
Hurled forth its ashen change,
The charge ever san, pale and colorless,
That force born to summon decay, so endless,
‘Gainst Nature’s World each and every day;

Time and time again, feeding all upon,
In its bloodless, white and waxen way;
But, this everlasting rose would never fade,
Its luster even brightening by the day,
Ever unsuccumbing to the sickly, peakèd
State draining drawn the life away.

Entropic seas still denude the mountains,
Yet, this enduring flower, never-endingly
Has cast Deathly Time aside,
Ceaselessly somehow thriving on,
To that which was the imperishable,
The flame of beauty inextinguishable,
Forever celebrated as immutable,
Gaining its perpetual permanence
From the undying love of the glorious truth.

(Of old GrandMaster West’s age of 103 years old in the 'Magical' thread)

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Deep Inside Myself
by,Tp

Deep inside myself I see
a never ending reality
change and move to outward souls
streaming through waters of time stole
from other old lives told.

Mixing up nature, mind loosens,
vibration jars, fasteners releases,
I empty notions, thought structure broken,
I can't control the voices in my head spoken,
They fight back, mean and deranged yells
deep inside my head obtrusion sells,
angry positions against my posture,
I sink to tightening battle gesture.

Breathing slowly alters their voices,
trapped inside my viewpoint choices
aren't clear, dreading my next move,
sense of determination to behoove,
something wise with clarity cleans
my troubles, to rid myself of invasive
behavior of other darker selves pervasive
in nature to belittle, entangle and estrange,
moves to wisdom, for one who fights through
darkness, finds lightness and certainty new.

Slowly I breath, relaxed is my mind softer
touching my heart, mindless spirits leave after,
with nothing to say, I enter into calm self
smiling at stillness within, past on the shelf,
for now, and make some dinner and music pelf.