Submissions by knowthyself (know thyself)
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doing schizodelic and psycholyrical studies
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2013 7:22am
2nd Mar 2013 7:22am
or metaphorical terror
it's just a view i cannot leave
that makes my life a contradiction
i cannot understand my grief
caused by an overrated fiction
which is so oversimplified
there is no chance for understanding
every mindset's literally designed
making my thoughts sound like a blending
that make me speak to make them clear
although it's just unanswered questions
that mute the countless asking fears
by emphasizing their selection
i feel there is no better way
although i'm sure that is an error
but scanning through unconscious haze
results...
that makes my life a contradiction
i cannot understand my grief
caused by an overrated fiction
which is so oversimplified
there is no chance for understanding
every mindset's literally designed
making my thoughts sound like a blending
that make me speak to make them clear
although it's just unanswered questions
that mute the countless asking fears
by emphasizing their selection
i feel there is no better way
although i'm sure that is an error
but scanning through unconscious haze
results...
742 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Feb 2013 5:49pm
27th Feb 2013 5:49pm
gone - on ways and goals
usually the "way" is just the "way"
and the "goal" is the "goal", well, okay
but sometimes things need to get confused
to reveal another kind of truth
but why don't you convince yourself... so
let's go...
goal?
when
i think
about the
way i change
just by thinking
i begin to understand ...
and the "goal" is the "goal", well, okay
but sometimes things need to get confused
to reveal another kind of truth
but why don't you convince yourself... so
let's go...
goal?
when
i think
about the
way i change
just by thinking
i begin to understand ...
916 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2013 8:09am
25th Feb 2013 8:09am
disbelief system
more than randomization
you may think by guessing who
was leading the liberation
of the famous tricks we do
I can't go on with laughter
facing the shapes of what you think
well, the suffering that comes after
's always written in small print
I wanna say that I know better
but that's the ambivalent grief
'cause doubts are all that matters
since we know what we believe
so I'm leaving with a headache
believing there are many ways
to cope with the world's mad drakes
back from the good old days
more than a...
you may think by guessing who
was leading the liberation
of the famous tricks we do
I can't go on with laughter
facing the shapes of what you think
well, the suffering that comes after
's always written in small print
I wanna say that I know better
but that's the ambivalent grief
'cause doubts are all that matters
since we know what we believe
so I'm leaving with a headache
believing there are many ways
to cope with the world's mad drakes
back from the good old days
more than a...
627 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
21st Feb 2013 3:31pm
21st Feb 2013 3:31pm
beyond the names there is no word
was i away to where there is no name?
did i come back without a word?
seems somehow i am not the same
but my new self still feels absurd
carried out by things that blurred
themselves just to rebuild my frame
meaningless but making sense
unreflected confidence
believing in coincidence
was i gone wrong to where there is no way
to go on with a human thought?
a state where no stored self could stay
destroyed by what must be ignored
there is no self when you're absorbed
where dizzy terms got self-delayed
meaningless but...
did i come back without a word?
seems somehow i am not the same
but my new self still feels absurd
carried out by things that blurred
themselves just to rebuild my frame
meaningless but making sense
unreflected confidence
believing in coincidence
was i gone wrong to where there is no way
to go on with a human thought?
a state where no stored self could stay
destroyed by what must be ignored
there is no self when you're absorbed
where dizzy terms got self-delayed
meaningless but...
689 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Feb 2013 12:30pm
18th Feb 2013 12:30pm
caught in presence – where else?
some kind of nearly right
but the future's always dark
and so we would need light
although we guess tomorrow's spark
farewell and goddamn
we trust a fiery memory
changing with each scan
we melt into the things we see
we are born just right now
but the fate of birth was signed
by a thought that will somehow
leave our former present mind
but the future's always dark
and so we would need light
although we guess tomorrow's spark
farewell and goddamn
we trust a fiery memory
changing with each scan
we melt into the things we see
we are born just right now
but the fate of birth was signed
by a thought that will somehow
leave our former present mind
731 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Feb 2013 11:16am
18th Feb 2013 11:16am
exploring
begging for a senseful win
we offer everything and wait
but much too late and we've been
expecting our getting worse
no rehearse, that is the curse
of our too well hidden fate
sleeping to forget the dream
we won't remember anything
but pull the sting - well, it seems
there's still the better way to choose
no excuse, we all did lose
the time that only hope can bring
once we found we were stranded here
stumbling through a spooky sphere
strangely changing, growing weird
leaving even all the best ideas
behind
...
we offer everything and wait
but much too late and we've been
expecting our getting worse
no rehearse, that is the curse
of our too well hidden fate
sleeping to forget the dream
we won't remember anything
but pull the sting - well, it seems
there's still the better way to choose
no excuse, we all did lose
the time that only hope can bring
once we found we were stranded here
stumbling through a spooky sphere
strangely changing, growing weird
leaving even all the best ideas
behind
...
624 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Feb 2013 4:03pm
14th Feb 2013 4:03pm
CHEAP ALLEGORY
we're haunted by some ghosts
of an outmoded nuclear war
that ended as i suppose
with a lot of cowardly split cores
and some new gods appeared
cause the old ones were too weak
their characters are really weird
and i don't like the way they speak
they came out of some black holes
and at first they only watched
but then they improved their role
and after all it got too much
they manipulated everyone
dematerialized our world
now everything was right and wrong
and at the same time just a word
the human brain took...
of an outmoded nuclear war
that ended as i suppose
with a lot of cowardly split cores
and some new gods appeared
cause the old ones were too weak
their characters are really weird
and i don't like the way they speak
they came out of some black holes
and at first they only watched
but then they improved their role
and after all it got too much
they manipulated everyone
dematerialized our world
now everything was right and wrong
and at the same time just a word
the human brain took...
599 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Feb 2013 3:49pm
14th Feb 2013 3:49pm
confusion
my thoughts are getting dim
though I'm not sure what that means
but reflecting makes me spin
distracted by my dizzy spleen
wanna leave this mess behind
and so I try to open up
but no one else can leave his mind
so why do I think I could stop
too much misadaption and
too much of that mental flow
my focus is no good friend
but of whom I just don't know
I cannot stop to wonder why
and how this all dares to rotate
and every thought covers its lie
and deeper reason loses weight
unclear and tied to pasty knots...
though I'm not sure what that means
but reflecting makes me spin
distracted by my dizzy spleen
wanna leave this mess behind
and so I try to open up
but no one else can leave his mind
so why do I think I could stop
too much misadaption and
too much of that mental flow
my focus is no good friend
but of whom I just don't know
I cannot stop to wonder why
and how this all dares to rotate
and every thought covers its lie
and deeper reason loses weight
unclear and tied to pasty knots...
802 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Feb 2013 8:38am
13th Feb 2013 8:38am
some kind of looped up in a black box (the final trap?)
just feeling unconvinced by my latest thought
i tried to find a better one
but it seems like i'm bound to this region unexplored
to where all my thinking runs
i can't stop heading for the very question mark
which disappears when i arrive
although to me my mind seems neither black nor dark
it looks like i'll stay blind for life
it seems there is a lot not in the way it seems
the only way...
i tried to find a better one
but it seems like i'm bound to this region unexplored
to where all my thinking runs
i can't stop heading for the very question mark
which disappears when i arrive
although to me my mind seems neither black nor dark
it looks like i'll stay blind for life
it seems there is a lot not in the way it seems
the only way...
631 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Feb 2013 3:48pm
12th Feb 2013 3:48pm
Coincidence (throw your dancing coin)
mystic fever drives our brain
up the mindway and back again
we meet at your central place:
the answer to the human race
it makes no difference if it's true
'cause everything is up to you
and we meet at a mental place:
the question of the human race
so leave us just a little chance
to understand your random plans
and we'll cheat with vandal face
to leave behind the human chase
fearful heritage reveals
what is petrifying our reals:
we feed our present days
with your very stodgier trace
I know we're wrong, we'll...
up the mindway and back again
we meet at your central place:
the answer to the human race
it makes no difference if it's true
'cause everything is up to you
and we meet at a mental place:
the question of the human race
so leave us just a little chance
to understand your random plans
and we'll cheat with vandal face
to leave behind the human chase
fearful heritage reveals
what is petrifying our reals:
we feed our present days
with your very stodgier trace
I know we're wrong, we'll...
607 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Feb 2013 3:45pm
12th Feb 2013 3:45pm
wish
gently dropping down my spine
I felt the world's truest pain
here it is: a new decline
and we won't get back again
some said: there's no need to cry
but their future's scared to death
here it comes: a new goodbye
hoping for another breath
I wish we had a better way
- doesn't matter anymore
keep your wishes for another day
and wave goodbye to the shore
my human brain is lost in thoughts
what makes me really think like this?
acting against the things ignored
believing in a human bliss
vainly creeping up my...
I felt the world's truest pain
here it is: a new decline
and we won't get back again
some said: there's no need to cry
but their future's scared to death
here it comes: a new goodbye
hoping for another breath
I wish we had a better way
- doesn't matter anymore
keep your wishes for another day
and wave goodbye to the shore
my human brain is lost in thoughts
what makes me really think like this?
acting against the things ignored
believing in a human bliss
vainly creeping up my...
597 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Feb 2013 4:10pm
10th Feb 2013 4:10pm
constraint
what exactly's written in stone?
and what can we change or push?
which are the ways we could go on?
firing brain cells build a burning bush
but we cannot understand, do we?
with thoughts sticking on mother tongue
and we don't see how to break free
each taken step gets lower-rung
what is the frontier of our mind?
to which illusions are we bound?
why do we fail by staying blind
and getting blinder with each round?
feels like this way is old but blocked
without any useful sign ahead
we don't know if the door is locked...
and what can we change or push?
which are the ways we could go on?
firing brain cells build a burning bush
but we cannot understand, do we?
with thoughts sticking on mother tongue
and we don't see how to break free
each taken step gets lower-rung
what is the frontier of our mind?
to which illusions are we bound?
why do we fail by staying blind
and getting blinder with each round?
feels like this way is old but blocked
without any useful sign ahead
we don't know if the door is locked...
635 reads
2 Comments
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