Submissions by MDT
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
dreamy
LOVE POEM
Published
20th May 2010 5:46pm
20th May 2010 5:46pm
likeness
In the deep of the woods,
Sound the irie howls of a fox
And as it conspires all mystic moods
venus ascends high, to greet the night
The intruders search, bekon and reckon for my treasures worth
As the vines creep into their eyes of fright
Their mouths thirst for golden mirth
For they have heard of my tresure on their day of birth
The light of the cottage, shimmers in the distance
As the canopy shelters form the sky
fireflies come alive.
And word spins round, the place is found
of where my treasure is bound.
For i had spoken far...
Sound the irie howls of a fox
And as it conspires all mystic moods
venus ascends high, to greet the night
The intruders search, bekon and reckon for my treasures worth
As the vines creep into their eyes of fright
Their mouths thirst for golden mirth
For they have heard of my tresure on their day of birth
The light of the cottage, shimmers in the distance
As the canopy shelters form the sky
fireflies come alive.
And word spins round, the place is found
of where my treasure is bound.
For i had spoken far...
767 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th May 2010 2:40pm
19th May 2010 2:40pm
90's Kid
90's Kid
Black night
Black Light
red dust
fluro lust
vibe scribe
moon tribe
beats dribble
bass wabble
sound drop
mind hop
karosine smell
chai spell
wave swell
painted tree
glowing spree
Fractal walls
speaker calls
feet bounce
body crawls
brain pounce
colour spins
Music wins
Orange sun
Light begun
smiles shine
yes, we fluro kinds
with far out minds.
Black night
Black Light
red dust
fluro lust
vibe scribe
moon tribe
beats dribble
bass wabble
sound drop
mind hop
karosine smell
chai spell
wave swell
painted tree
glowing spree
Fractal walls
speaker calls
feet bounce
body crawls
brain pounce
colour spins
Music wins
Orange sun
Light begun
smiles shine
yes, we fluro kinds
with far out minds.
926 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
19th May 2010 2:37pm
19th May 2010 2:37pm
18: 55 India Time
You, you are krisna himself
your eyes, they tell a warriors majestic wealth
Like jewels of a mystic green
like gold upon temple roofs
like blue against the desert rust
and powers like ocean tides
deep as secrets one confides
and wise as the Gurus trust
your soul an ancient maharaja
your voice strong like the jungle raj
and your presence shines like surya's might
yet your face is intriguing as chandra's light.
your feet bear many travels on holy sandals
and your words are heard in the crackle of melting candals
You are a perfect sage...
your eyes, they tell a warriors majestic wealth
Like jewels of a mystic green
like gold upon temple roofs
like blue against the desert rust
and powers like ocean tides
deep as secrets one confides
and wise as the Gurus trust
your soul an ancient maharaja
your voice strong like the jungle raj
and your presence shines like surya's might
yet your face is intriguing as chandra's light.
your feet bear many travels on holy sandals
and your words are heard in the crackle of melting candals
You are a perfect sage...
800 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th May 2010 7:35pm
18th May 2010 7:35pm
unspoken lunacy
As msytery bestows upon me
A great feeling of grattitude
It adjusts my attitude
Opened eyes accept the gravity
Of the mundane calamity
And in a landscape of unspoken lunacy;
Lay many unforseen tales of history.
To adjust to its subtle light
Is to embark upon its luminous might.
The intentions are warm, bright and pull your soul.
In the shallowness of its perception
lies the deepest greatest deception
of for- comming tolerance,
It cofides in its own elegance
But never to discard it's core relavance.
MDT
A great feeling of grattitude
It adjusts my attitude
Opened eyes accept the gravity
Of the mundane calamity
And in a landscape of unspoken lunacy;
Lay many unforseen tales of history.
To adjust to its subtle light
Is to embark upon its luminous might.
The intentions are warm, bright and pull your soul.
In the shallowness of its perception
lies the deepest greatest deception
of for- comming tolerance,
It cofides in its own elegance
But never to discard it's core relavance.
MDT
693 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
18th May 2010 7:26pm
18th May 2010 7:26pm
the psycic
Waffering Lies come about in
Transcendance of secrecy
Debating upon which light fortells the deliberation of Justice;
It comes as through as pure good.
And this we take to heart.
To fortell the timings is an incredible gift,
As pure and good and silent as unspoken truths
This too, comes about in a most delusive manner.
But tell me, Have all my travels and knowledge come to this?
Oh where have i lost my mind, my peace, my heart.
Set me free again.
MDT
Transcendance of secrecy
Debating upon which light fortells the deliberation of Justice;
It comes as through as pure good.
And this we take to heart.
To fortell the timings is an incredible gift,
As pure and good and silent as unspoken truths
This too, comes about in a most delusive manner.
But tell me, Have all my travels and knowledge come to this?
Oh where have i lost my mind, my peace, my heart.
Set me free again.
MDT
711 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
16th May 2010 8:10am
16th May 2010 8:10am
untitled
Positioned by such accuracy
You take into account the mishaps percieved
And all mind state dissalusioned
You disapear into the wonder of
Imagination and the depths of creation
MDT 2007
You take into account the mishaps percieved
And all mind state dissalusioned
You disapear into the wonder of
Imagination and the depths of creation
MDT 2007
826 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th May 2010 8:04am
16th May 2010 8:04am
storm
I cannot begin to describe,
The manner in which,
I see the skies in your eyes
I cannot do anything but be drawn to your gaze
And watch the storm reveal the extatic vibration of your soul.
I cannot move as i am captured in a maze of your perpetual craze.
The manner in which,
I see the skies in your eyes
I cannot do anything but be drawn to your gaze
And watch the storm reveal the extatic vibration of your soul.
I cannot move as i am captured in a maze of your perpetual craze.
685 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th May 2010 7:24pm
15th May 2010 7:24pm
untitled
Infinite compassion
A deliberate distraction
To a life unfullfilled
A sunken dream forever sealed
In a depiction it shall be revealed
A treasure unearthed, healed the curse.
A deliberate distraction
To a life unfullfilled
A sunken dream forever sealed
In a depiction it shall be revealed
A treasure unearthed, healed the curse.
750 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th May 2010 7:01pm
15th May 2010 7:01pm
original sin
Tides wash away the precious residues,
Of an incalculable sin
The Earth, it cleanses it clean
But the blood seeps within and
The soul sank into the sand
Enclaved in what has been
The Earth, the Trees, the magnificent
Sky, they do not lie
They see, they feel. they know
All that contrives from the essence of man
Be it blessings or Curses
And upon that very shore
were composed such verses
the blood it spills, the soul
It sinks into the sand, to the land under
lost forever...but never forgotten
The golden apple eternally...
Of an incalculable sin
The Earth, it cleanses it clean
But the blood seeps within and
The soul sank into the sand
Enclaved in what has been
The Earth, the Trees, the magnificent
Sky, they do not lie
They see, they feel. they know
All that contrives from the essence of man
Be it blessings or Curses
And upon that very shore
were composed such verses
the blood it spills, the soul
It sinks into the sand, to the land under
lost forever...but never forgotten
The golden apple eternally...
655 reads
0 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
10th May 2010 11:55pm
10th May 2010 11:55pm
The secret Garden
Golden Queen in our Liquid dream
Thoughts pour in the illuminated silver stream
Flowers sing, music brings the vibe in ribbon rings
Binary coded wisdom transmit via carbon base
Melting walls, spinning floors, fractal waterfalls
Microscopic vision, with such precision and
macroscopic space, persona interface.
Ego's Fall, Love engulfs,peace to all.
passions churn, butterflies fly
A life we paint, a dream we spy
In Mad hatting conversations and multi coloured abstractions.
Fractal doors, spinning floors, melting walls, silver smiles, ...
Thoughts pour in the illuminated silver stream
Flowers sing, music brings the vibe in ribbon rings
Binary coded wisdom transmit via carbon base
Melting walls, spinning floors, fractal waterfalls
Microscopic vision, with such precision and
macroscopic space, persona interface.
Ego's Fall, Love engulfs,peace to all.
passions churn, butterflies fly
A life we paint, a dream we spy
In Mad hatting conversations and multi coloured abstractions.
Fractal doors, spinning floors, melting walls, silver smiles, ...
909 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th May 2010 7:59pm
10th May 2010 7:59pm
Celestial Goo
It was the celestial navigator,
Engraved upon the earths metaphysical splatter
That dripped upon a fresh canvas, like raw paint
As though it came forth from Pollack's tempered grace.
The celestial goo began to embrace
It embraced all that had befallen in his cosmic travels
And recalled how it lingered in many marvels
And how It crashed and fell into earth's conscious spell
It was confined to an overflow of thought and entangled in enigmatic verses.
And terrestrial curses
A navigator no more, it grew to adore the mystic
Nature’s lore
Celestial...
Engraved upon the earths metaphysical splatter
That dripped upon a fresh canvas, like raw paint
As though it came forth from Pollack's tempered grace.
The celestial goo began to embrace
It embraced all that had befallen in his cosmic travels
And recalled how it lingered in many marvels
And how It crashed and fell into earth's conscious spell
It was confined to an overflow of thought and entangled in enigmatic verses.
And terrestrial curses
A navigator no more, it grew to adore the mystic
Nature’s lore
Celestial...
711 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th May 2010 7:13am
9th May 2010 7:13am
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Is it really that important to be intellectually pretencious?
Why is it that we all have to prove something?
What is the matter if we daydream? Dreamers have the right to dream.
But why must emotional expression be packaged and sold to consumerism?
This world is in a tight twist of a knot, stagnant thinking.
Why is it that we all have to prove something?
What is the matter if we daydream? Dreamers have the right to dream.
But why must emotional expression be packaged and sold to consumerism?
This world is in a tight twist of a knot, stagnant thinking.
740 reads
1 Comment
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