Submissions by knowthyself (know thyself)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
doing schizodelic and psycholyrical studies
SELF POEM
Published
16th May 2013 5:53pm
16th May 2013 5:53pm
below
This life is not yours
this life is something else
there is just no word
to define your weird self
at all
you're lost in fixed thoughts
blaming the things you know
and you're just getting bored
by the ways you can go
and somehow you can't tell
what you think feels so wrong
the words you can spell
they can never be strong
enough
to describe the place
that you sense you live in
there's a hell of strange ways
beyond your bones and skin
but you're lost in fixed thoughts...
this life is something else
there is just no word
to define your weird self
at all
you're lost in fixed thoughts
blaming the things you know
and you're just getting bored
by the ways you can go
and somehow you can't tell
what you think feels so wrong
the words you can spell
they can never be strong
enough
to describe the place
that you sense you live in
there's a hell of strange ways
beyond your bones and skin
but you're lost in fixed thoughts...
760 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd May 2013 2:21pm
2nd May 2013 2:21pm
planning pastward
well, I passed so many strange thoughts
without reconsideration
but I don't know what I'll be thinking
what will be recalled tomorrow
and thereby missing the big picture
lost from station on to station
'though living as a scrappy whole
in memories just borrowed
from a dream of what was real
if any I would had been living
if any I would had been there
not being somehow (p)reconstructed
in the moment of recalling
which itself is only drifting ...
without reconsideration
but I don't know what I'll be thinking
what will be recalled tomorrow
and thereby missing the big picture
lost from station on to station
'though living as a scrappy whole
in memories just borrowed
from a dream of what was real
if any I would had been living
if any I would had been there
not being somehow (p)reconstructed
in the moment of recalling
which itself is only drifting ...
603 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2013 11:58am
22nd Apr 2013 11:58am
Tempora mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis
Times have changed and they still do
It seems we can’t be in control
The world has changed with our view
But besides this fake we play the role
That is a consequence of what seems true
Transformation seemed a process
And alienation just a side effect
But all our thoughts reframe the mess
Still changing with our very acts
We called too many changes progress
And took our selfish words for facts
We failed to doubt the thoughts we’d blessed
Since each metamorphosis distracts
Cause with each mutating more or less ...
It seems we can’t be in control
The world has changed with our view
But besides this fake we play the role
That is a consequence of what seems true
Transformation seemed a process
And alienation just a side effect
But all our thoughts reframe the mess
Still changing with our very acts
We called too many changes progress
And took our selfish words for facts
We failed to doubt the thoughts we’d blessed
Since each metamorphosis distracts
Cause with each mutating more or less ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Apr 2013 4:54pm
12th Apr 2013 4:54pm
heritage
ancient ages framed my mind
still running through my fevered veins
there's no sense that we could find
the human fate remains a stain
'cause random signs became the words
that we can use to shape our souls
and we collide with high tech worlds
that do evolve beyond control
the human race it is rebuilt
into a myth of safe and sane
our selfish reason makes us kill
within a weird scientific frame
and virtually we miss the core
of who we really are and why
meditation at department stores
relieves us from a deeper lie
...
still running through my fevered veins
there's no sense that we could find
the human fate remains a stain
'cause random signs became the words
that we can use to shape our souls
and we collide with high tech worlds
that do evolve beyond control
the human race it is rebuilt
into a myth of safe and sane
our selfish reason makes us kill
within a weird scientific frame
and virtually we miss the core
of who we really are and why
meditation at department stores
relieves us from a deeper lie
...
761 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Apr 2013 12:25pm
5th Apr 2013 12:25pm
go on (third trap)
evolution stopped by a trick:
models of a stumbling science
- old fashioned, too simple and sick -
programmed our modern minds
we depend on howling gaps
which were dreamed by former brains
but we have to disturb their nap
otherwise we will stay chained
otherwise we will stay chained
and bound
and bound to rusty points of views
that lame our shaky steps
towards a world that's really new
oh, it is such a homely trap
we depend on screaming gaps
which are dreamed by I don't know
but we have to take the...
models of a stumbling science
- old fashioned, too simple and sick -
programmed our modern minds
we depend on howling gaps
which were dreamed by former brains
but we have to disturb their nap
otherwise we will stay chained
otherwise we will stay chained
and bound
and bound to rusty points of views
that lame our shaky steps
towards a world that's really new
oh, it is such a homely trap
we depend on screaming gaps
which are dreamed by I don't know
but we have to take the...
623 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Mar 2013 7:57am
27th Mar 2013 7:57am
where no metaphor has gone through before
am I searchin' for a door?
cause there's no doors without a wall
but verbal trapdoors make me fall
not sure what I am searchin' for
it seems it is no door at all
maybe it's a hidden path
but that is just another word
that cannot name what stays unheard
a metaphor that cannot grasp
the nature of what stays obscure
just like the future does for sure
ancient peoples – did they know
a “way” to get a glimpse of it?
but what was it that was slightly lit
by secret “ways” they...
cause there's no doors without a wall
but verbal trapdoors make me fall
not sure what I am searchin' for
it seems it is no door at all
maybe it's a hidden path
but that is just another word
that cannot name what stays unheard
a metaphor that cannot grasp
the nature of what stays obscure
just like the future does for sure
ancient peoples – did they know
a “way” to get a glimpse of it?
but what was it that was slightly lit
by secret “ways” they...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Mar 2013 7:31am
20th Mar 2013 7:31am
logical defence
(inspired by Thomas Nagel's “The Last Word”)
a strange prediction brightens up my mind
although logic cannot understand
still trying to disprove itself to find
there's only a hazy, circling trend
spinning without a realistic chance
to leave its very own boundary
trapped in feelings of overcoming every fence
without passing the line it cannot see
blind for a minute and then for each next
although everything just seems to fit
there's an illusive rule and all is hexed
as long as we try to get out of it
...
a strange prediction brightens up my mind
although logic cannot understand
still trying to disprove itself to find
there's only a hazy, circling trend
spinning without a realistic chance
to leave its very own boundary
trapped in feelings of overcoming every fence
without passing the line it cannot see
blind for a minute and then for each next
although everything just seems to fit
there's an illusive rule and all is hexed
as long as we try to get out of it
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Mar 2013 9:48am
19th Mar 2013 9:48am
depending on words that are not mine
words are not necessary to feel strange
but they can help to intensify this state
just by accident it seems that i do change
into someone that feels somehow betrayed
by that selfhood or selfship framed by words
without an eye on unsayable commands
that force each conscious thought that could occur
to make me feel stranger than a random trend
that no one can see by looking back at all
since really everything gets blurred away
a memory's not what was saved from the fall
but a lie that pretends there's things that stay
but they can help to intensify this state
just by accident it seems that i do change
into someone that feels somehow betrayed
by that selfhood or selfship framed by words
without an eye on unsayable commands
that force each conscious thought that could occur
to make me feel stranger than a random trend
that no one can see by looking back at all
since really everything gets blurred away
a memory's not what was saved from the fall
but a lie that pretends there's things that stay
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Mar 2013 1:32pm
12th Mar 2013 1:32pm
trap
every human being has a trapped self
not me, I know that I am more than this
feeling like being something else
I am alive and I am real, I do exist
no matter how convincing it may feel
there's no doubt because I definitely am
definitely, we can only suspect what is real
me is my only fact – so I trust in him
we do exist (though even this may not be sure to say)
we exist - that's it, we don't choose
but not in the way we feel it everyday
how could there be any deeper truth
there always is an...
not me, I know that I am more than this
feeling like being something else
I am alive and I am real, I do exist
no matter how convincing it may feel
there's no doubt because I definitely am
definitely, we can only suspect what is real
me is my only fact – so I trust in him
we do exist (though even this may not be sure to say)
we exist - that's it, we don't choose
but not in the way we feel it everyday
how could there be any deeper truth
there always is an...
655 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Mar 2013 1:19pm
12th Mar 2013 1:19pm
somewhen else
travelling through time and space
which we think of as separated
although we see there is no way
how to describe things isolated
from ourselves and our views
we feel we're bound to unknown limits
each sensation as a whole is new
although we screen old patterns in it
so maybe I returned somehow
to some strangely created temper
that was forgotten until now
but it is new 'cause I remember
but I can't leave that changing loop
where each discovery is rotten
I circulate – led through a tube
caught by the thoughts that were...
which we think of as separated
although we see there is no way
how to describe things isolated
from ourselves and our views
we feel we're bound to unknown limits
each sensation as a whole is new
although we screen old patterns in it
so maybe I returned somehow
to some strangely created temper
that was forgotten until now
but it is new 'cause I remember
but I can't leave that changing loop
where each discovery is rotten
I circulate – led through a tube
caught by the thoughts that were...
707 reads
6 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Mar 2013 8:23am
8th Mar 2013 8:23am
higher state
selfish drugs erase your thoughts
to show you what is in your mind
to leave you with a will unforced
as long as you are blind
the spinning globe keeps you alive
by twisting on your thinking thread
your tenderness is getting rife
and your control is dead
and back again the feeling’s lost
to be the one you thought you were
somehow you find there is a cost
in which you just occur
you’re chasing your failed consciousness
being on its silent heels
an echo to some thoughts or less
just...
to show you what is in your mind
to leave you with a will unforced
as long as you are blind
the spinning globe keeps you alive
by twisting on your thinking thread
your tenderness is getting rife
and your control is dead
and back again the feeling’s lost
to be the one you thought you were
somehow you find there is a cost
in which you just occur
you’re chasing your failed consciousness
being on its silent heels
an echo to some thoughts or less
just...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Mar 2013 8:17am
8th Mar 2013 8:17am
mother nature's son – even me (a not so brand new summary)
my mind is damned to rethink Darwin's thoughts
as long as any human evolution takes
to open their „third eyes“ to see what was brought
to us all by their old fashioned creation fakes
well, I believe even today's belief is wrong
from a distant future point of view
that is smashing our human worlds, even the strong
redefining what we're stubbornly calling “true”
changing the human nature and its changing fate
by dividing egos and our selfish selves
and consciousness will get harder to relate to
after rearranging the dualistic human hells...
as long as any human evolution takes
to open their „third eyes“ to see what was brought
to us all by their old fashioned creation fakes
well, I believe even today's belief is wrong
from a distant future point of view
that is smashing our human worlds, even the strong
redefining what we're stubbornly calling “true”
changing the human nature and its changing fate
by dividing egos and our selfish selves
and consciousness will get harder to relate to
after rearranging the dualistic human hells...
721 reads
2 Comments
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