i read a book or an article or something once that came with an audio tape. or maybe it was a cd that came with some writing. anyway, the idea was that if you read at the right pace, the audio would drag you deeper into the writing, kind of hypnotize you. i think it might be cool if you tried to synch up some audio to this.
...ask the question what question there is no question ask the what question there isn't what question ask the question there is no question...
It's so refreshing seeing a piece like this...
You were very creative.
I like how the format of the text kinda manifests the story visually as you read it.
You didn't let the idea or your words drift-
It all flowed perfectly and was well balanced.
Great fucking job man!
__________________ This lamentation of me, is just an imitation of me. Who I am and what you see, you will never know.
The air about you eddies with the aura of the divine.
Your mortal avatar unmarred but also imperfect.
The very air you breathe takes on new, depth-less importance.
Each word that rolls from your neatly parted lips,
A verse of the finest poetry, the most complex prose.
Every beat that rolls through your chest resounds with
The very core of creation and directly into the thundering
Drum-beat pulse of the great collective soul, back to
The dawn of time itself.
You grace my dreams like a sphere of light in the dark.
Lighting every cob-webbed corner and every shadowed path.
You are the fire in my soul, the thrum rolling through my veins,
The sun and the moon, ever present through each tumultuous
Day, and every tranquil night.
My life for you, mortal seraph.
My every breath, my every spoken word.
Every tear, every anxious splinter of thought.
Every sliver of joy, and every pang of despair.
For you, I would climb barefoot through the mountains,
Trek alone across the shimmering sands of the hottest desert,
Run the world, from pole to pole, to all points of the compass rose,
Equator, and Prime Meridian alike.
My heart for you, captivator.
Every ounce I have to give.
The richter scale is animated out from the blue.
The dust tossed up is an homage
To the velvet brown of your eyes.
The birds that stir restless
On the rafters in your head,
Carry an unfamiliar tune.
Speak to me, in satin strands.
Brush by my skin, with palms and
Liquid fingers, let me
Soak you in...
Viscous soul, assuage my yearn.
Milky ribbons of desire run, this way and that.
Splayed like spindle fibers, carrying
Vibrations of the song sung in our heads.
That infectious pulse-beat concerted again.
I get you. I suppose the hard part is perseverance in spite of the lack of love's presence.
Which is exactly why you use creativity and expression to create, and in doing so you form love. It surrounds your being and acts as a barrier against fear. We tie love to specific bonds, but love is an all-encompassing entity if we allow it to be. I'm not trying to sound like I'm speaking from the high horse, I'm just trying to offer assistance. :)
__________________ "There is a spiritual obligation, there is a task to be done."
Terence McKenna
Which is exactly why you use creativity and expression to create, and in doing so you form love. It surrounds your being and acts as a barrier against fear. We tie love to specific bonds, but love is an all-encompassing entity if we allow it to be. I'm not trying to sound like I'm speaking from the high horse, I'm just trying to offer assistance. :)
I get you. Kind of like we use connections and attractions towards others as catalysts to experience it. But just because you have no phone, doesn't mean the lines are down etc.
It's all the same.
Whether you sink or swim.
Life will carry on.
If it's all just the same
I think you'll remain
Within this muddy shell,
Picking apart yourself.
Spin the wheel and time
Will congeal, it'll all be revealed,
And then coagulate.
Run far away from this time and this place.
And tell yourself, that one day you'll find yourself.
If it's all just the same I think I'll remain within
This mortal shell, for mere curiosity's quell.
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Invitation to a strange world.
Where the sapphire sun sets sideways,
And the red grass shoots like lightning
Through the bedrock.
Slipping through inch by inch, I tumble in.
Where the cool summer air sighs gently,
And every cloud has a story to tell.
Where the night sky becomes a painted canvas
Of gems and jewels.
Caught at the precipice of captivation.
Defiant plateaus swim in the distance.
Their summits are knife-bladed, gilded
With gold-spun willow-trees.
The seraphic scenery beckons me,
Calling at every fiber of my being.
Leading me by graced gentle hand.
Birds sing in melodious harmony
As I descend into this new world
My shoes kick up small tufts of dust
From the ancient road beneath my feet.
They waft like feathers on the current.
Babbling and whispering it's own sweet song,
The sound of water swells to meet my ears.
Resting serene by the water's edge,
I look out into the shimmering depths.
Skipping pure white stones against the liquid glass.
You come to me in every ripple of it's surface.
Every reflection on this watered mirror.
You are the birds in the trees,
And their song in my ears.
You are the sun on my skin,
And the waves on the surface of a lake.
You are the wondrous depths of the ocean,
And the stars that dwell in their homes above.
You are the world that stretches before me,
And the home I've always hoped for.
You are the warmth of a fire on a cold night,
And the piped-piper of my soul by the mornings light.
Sleep becomes me out here
By the water's shifting edge.
Your image coming through in waves
Of cool blue and sunburst orange.
Flashes of your smile,
Slivers of laughter,
Moments played,
Over and over
Till the sun
Dims out
Against
A dark
Sky.
How is that relevant to the title you've chosen to use here?
Not in any way. I just found it by hitting the "Random Article " button.
But the actual explanation is this: When I used to lurk here, there was some forum-goer or other that used to make titles up by randomly hitting the keys. Most of them were "I" and "F", words of that nature. It was just a bit of a flashback with words so to speak.
But the actual explanation is this: When I used to lurk here, there was some forum-goer or other that used to make titles up by randomly hitting the keys. Most of them were "I" and "F", words of that nature. It was just a bit of a flashback with words so to speak.
That "forum-goer or other" is Jayar, and I'm surprised you've forgotten his name so easily.
Why not give the piece the same title you have elsewhere on the internet?
That "forum-goer or other" is Jayar, and I'm surprised you've forgotten his name so easily.
Why not give the piece the same title you have elsewhere on the internet?
I'm at a really . . I guess "rocky" would be a good word for it; point in my life. I wanted to say Jayar, or Biff. (for some reason or other)
Because for the most part, I just sling names into the top spot elsewhere on the internet. I have a horrible time naming things, so for the most part it doesn't even have to do with the piece itself.
