Submissions by Prophet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
We Are One
The truth of life
Beats in my heart
Together we are one
We are never alone
This beauty of reality captivates me
Beats in my heart
Together we are one
We are never alone
This beauty of reality captivates me
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HALL OF Mirrors
(collaboration of The Society of Brain Dead Amputees)
Hello, mirror world,
You reflect the truth
that we try to perceive.
As these flags are unfurled,
Just think of the youth
And the impact of what we believe
or the implications of what we disregard
for misleading ideology on
a path of digression wrapped
in a flag flung to the winds
of chance, to believe in nothingness,
no lines, no walls, no borders
And the mirror world
Is boundless and infinite,
just like our own,
but on the other side
of this...
Hello, mirror world,
You reflect the truth
that we try to perceive.
As these flags are unfurled,
Just think of the youth
And the impact of what we believe
or the implications of what we disregard
for misleading ideology on
a path of digression wrapped
in a flag flung to the winds
of chance, to believe in nothingness,
no lines, no walls, no borders
And the mirror world
Is boundless and infinite,
just like our own,
but on the other side
of this...
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Upstream in the Dream
(collaboration of The Society of Brain Dead Amputees)
Wandering horses in the pasture
Go upstream to sip good water.
The pastures of dreams are open,
Unbound spaces that keep us hopin,
hopin & wishin, Baitin & fishin.
The Rook guides the murky tincture
& matter flows freely
in a sea of toxicity
Minnows swim
all over again !
Ah, to Alliterate this frequent sound,
these mega hertz in Alliterations
of sounds banging my glass skull
until I glow in the dark
like a black light poster
on a...
Wandering horses in the pasture
Go upstream to sip good water.
The pastures of dreams are open,
Unbound spaces that keep us hopin,
hopin & wishin, Baitin & fishin.
The Rook guides the murky tincture
& matter flows freely
in a sea of toxicity
Minnows swim
all over again !
Ah, to Alliterate this frequent sound,
these mega hertz in Alliterations
of sounds banging my glass skull
until I glow in the dark
like a black light poster
on a...
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Soul Time
(collab of Geoffrey and Prophet)
The time has come, You must see
The foreseen memory bids
what one day you will be,
and the record of the past
shall forever make an imprint
upon the eternal present,
forever shaping & shining,
on into the future and
spilling forth from past
spells as the sands of Infinity;
Time moves like a river,
and you will see,
as it slips on by,
what your life may be,
but surprises come at every turn
For inspiration comes
from the destructive,
creative regeneration
feeding from...
The time has come, You must see
The foreseen memory bids
what one day you will be,
and the record of the past
shall forever make an imprint
upon the eternal present,
forever shaping & shining,
on into the future and
spilling forth from past
spells as the sands of Infinity;
Time moves like a river,
and you will see,
as it slips on by,
what your life may be,
but surprises come at every turn
For inspiration comes
from the destructive,
creative regeneration
feeding from...
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Pontification
(collab of Ali and Prophet)
Leadbelly, Otis, Mingus
Don’t you dare call me a Pinkus
I’ve seen the idols,
Parade in the dew
Sorry for my patience
The folly complacent
What’s the meaning of Hyperspace contagent
A sparkle a spec and a conscience
Secret Hommoculus
Compacted mindset?
A beneficial inoculate
So we try to hard to change the world
And this innocent bard
is hurled forth
by his own will
to add and create,
or destroy and kill,
Picking up the crates
that the corporations build,
carrying...
Leadbelly, Otis, Mingus
Don’t you dare call me a Pinkus
I’ve seen the idols,
Parade in the dew
Sorry for my patience
The folly complacent
What’s the meaning of Hyperspace contagent
A sparkle a spec and a conscience
Secret Hommoculus
Compacted mindset?
A beneficial inoculate
So we try to hard to change the world
And this innocent bard
is hurled forth
by his own will
to add and create,
or destroy and kill,
Picking up the crates
that the corporations build,
carrying...
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The Beginning of New
(collab of Chameleon and Prophet)
Open is the way forward
Yet fear makes fools of the strong
Causing them to appear feeble
In the eyes of discordant truths
Perceptions of worlds colliding
Beyond the grasp of mortal hands
Ushers evil toward victory
The cold and sharp and ultimate defeat
Life's nectar can be bittersweet
Drink it down. Drink it deep.
It will bring you beyond
Where you thought you'd travel
Yet sometimes we're stopped,
Dead in our tracks,
Spun around, mid life's...
Open is the way forward
Yet fear makes fools of the strong
Causing them to appear feeble
In the eyes of discordant truths
Perceptions of worlds colliding
Beyond the grasp of mortal hands
Ushers evil toward victory
The cold and sharp and ultimate defeat
Life's nectar can be bittersweet
Drink it down. Drink it deep.
It will bring you beyond
Where you thought you'd travel
Yet sometimes we're stopped,
Dead in our tracks,
Spun around, mid life's...
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Float
Here I sit,
Waiting in The Wings,
Floating in The Wind,
At The Disposal
Of Chance or Change,
Or whomever's
Flights of Fancy
Surface
to an Apparent Need.
My Fate is No Longer
At The World's Disposal,
For Peoples' Choices
can Dictate
How my Destiny
Will Play its Course,
Setting in
and Driving Home
the Knowledge,
That Our Will
Is Seldom Free
Then I Think
Of The Willow,
Waving in The Breeze,
Strong and Sturdy,
Yet
Bendable and Supple,
Limber and...
Waiting in The Wings,
Floating in The Wind,
At The Disposal
Of Chance or Change,
Or whomever's
Flights of Fancy
Surface
to an Apparent Need.
My Fate is No Longer
At The World's Disposal,
For Peoples' Choices
can Dictate
How my Destiny
Will Play its Course,
Setting in
and Driving Home
the Knowledge,
That Our Will
Is Seldom Free
Then I Think
Of The Willow,
Waving in The Breeze,
Strong and Sturdy,
Yet
Bendable and Supple,
Limber and...
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Spiral bound
These lined pages
bound within
this notebook,
connected
by a spiral
of wire
holding onto these
thoughts,
keeping them
bound together,
as we all are
bound within
the spiral of life,
our pages linked
by the spiral,
at the edge,
spun
through our pages’
perforated holes,
holding us together
There are
two sides
to every
page
Yet there
are only
so many pages
in every
notebook
Pages may be
freely ...
bound within
this notebook,
connected
by a spiral
of wire
holding onto these
thoughts,
keeping them
bound together,
as we all are
bound within
the spiral of life,
our pages linked
by the spiral,
at the edge,
spun
through our pages’
perforated holes,
holding us together
There are
two sides
to every
page
Yet there
are only
so many pages
in every
notebook
Pages may be
freely ...
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Fractal Skiddadles
(collabofBlissandProphet)
FracturedAnkles
Inclinedto
Dust
WitheredTime
Nothing
everis
asit
once
was
DaggerDagger
LaggerturnedLager
intoanEndeavor
nonesofinal
Tunneling
mindlessly
Spelunking
innerdepths
of
these
funkycaverns,
Likemonkeys
caught
inabarrel
Parallelsmade
taken
mistaken
mishapened
aredirection
compounded
by
Derllectedduties
paidthroughout
slime
Krackensunleashed
theseasshaking
wavescollapse...
FracturedAnkles
Inclinedto
Dust
WitheredTime
Nothing
everis
asit
once
was
DaggerDagger
LaggerturnedLager
intoanEndeavor
nonesofinal
Tunneling
mindlessly
Spelunking
innerdepths
of
these
funkycaverns,
Likemonkeys
caught
inabarrel
Parallelsmade
taken
mistaken
mishapened
aredirection
compounded
by
Derllectedduties
paidthroughout
slime
Krackensunleashed
theseasshaking
wavescollapse...
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Homies in Hyperspace
(collab of Chameleon, MDT and Prophet)
To The Homies in Hyperspace,
Those trapped between the Dimensions,
Wish we knew the troubles you face.
Rest in peace, devoid of tension,
Caught between realms, you run the race,
Float in circles: Soul suspension
You watch our world in good intention
and yell out to us but no-one cares or hears
You're mute and the damage is done, too late for prevention
Homies in hyperspace, we'll lend you our tears
Tell us the secrets of afterlife to soften our fears
Can we...
To The Homies in Hyperspace,
Those trapped between the Dimensions,
Wish we knew the troubles you face.
Rest in peace, devoid of tension,
Caught between realms, you run the race,
Float in circles: Soul suspension
You watch our world in good intention
and yell out to us but no-one cares or hears
You're mute and the damage is done, too late for prevention
Homies in hyperspace, we'll lend you our tears
Tell us the secrets of afterlife to soften our fears
Can we...
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Reclaiming The Sand
(collab of Indie and Prophet)
Lost in sandcastles,
washed out to sea
Dreams of Greatness,
never came to be
floating in a world
between light and dark
Cast out amongst
forgotten hopes
Illusive memories
come crashing
to the ground.
Sands of Time
cannot be contained
In a realm of history
that won’t remain unspoken
Bubbles of thought rising
to burst and shatter
this façade of reality
This woven history
weaves us all
into our very existence.
These prayers
are...
Lost in sandcastles,
washed out to sea
Dreams of Greatness,
never came to be
floating in a world
between light and dark
Cast out amongst
forgotten hopes
Illusive memories
come crashing
to the ground.
Sands of Time
cannot be contained
In a realm of history
that won’t remain unspoken
Bubbles of thought rising
to burst and shatter
this façade of reality
This woven history
weaves us all
into our very existence.
These prayers
are...
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Portal
(collaboration of The Utopian Society)
At the nexus of space,
there lies a Portal to the beyond!
--- Shall We Enter?
Upon the entrance,
one is asked to leave behind
everything
that we already believe we know.
At the causeway,
it feels like passing
from a world of gas,
and into liquid
constantly moving
from dream to reality,
to dream
and back again.
Spinning
like lost moments in time.
Trying to get there
seems to be the point
Yet, within,
there lies a sense ...
At the nexus of space,
there lies a Portal to the beyond!
--- Shall We Enter?
Upon the entrance,
one is asked to leave behind
everything
that we already believe we know.
At the causeway,
it feels like passing
from a world of gas,
and into liquid
constantly moving
from dream to reality,
to dream
and back again.
Spinning
like lost moments in time.
Trying to get there
seems to be the point
Yet, within,
there lies a sense ...
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