Submissions by mjolnir (Dgim K. Bo)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Simplest thoughts. Complexest thoughts.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2016 12:47pm
26th Feb 2016 12:47pm
I've got a bad feeling about this...
..like I would not know.
And the world, our world,
the one close to us,
one another,
would not be affected and feel
the resonance of echoes vibrating strings
in harmonious tones,
until slapped cacophony
ends beauty...
A fall out of bed,
a rush of blood to the extremities;
static nerves;
frantically to your feet
The world is not some secret place
in which you may conduct yourself.
It is a whispering existence
and we a part of the language.
Careful, like literally,
not to have your meaning change for the...
And the world, our world,
the one close to us,
one another,
would not be affected and feel
the resonance of echoes vibrating strings
in harmonious tones,
until slapped cacophony
ends beauty...
A fall out of bed,
a rush of blood to the extremities;
static nerves;
frantically to your feet
The world is not some secret place
in which you may conduct yourself.
It is a whispering existence
and we a part of the language.
Careful, like literally,
not to have your meaning change for the...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Jan 2016 12:34pm
26th Jan 2016 12:34pm
Bellow & Mutter Inc
Still,
I find myself frozen.
Amidst perplexive reflexion;
within matters known, and not,
enamoured with shivers
whilst aeons pass.
Absolute ethers endlessly
coalesce and resound their tales…
May seem woe, may seem mischief,
but why not? Such art demands fear
and struck, one shall prevail.
Charged to illumine numb sight.
Strange mysteries carried on the breeze
through arching boughs and on mists, the rain…
Those whom anciently bore witness till now
and mythed the mystery for us to understand.
Giants whispering...
I find myself frozen.
Amidst perplexive reflexion;
within matters known, and not,
enamoured with shivers
whilst aeons pass.
Absolute ethers endlessly
coalesce and resound their tales…
May seem woe, may seem mischief,
but why not? Such art demands fear
and struck, one shall prevail.
Charged to illumine numb sight.
Strange mysteries carried on the breeze
through arching boughs and on mists, the rain…
Those whom anciently bore witness till now
and mythed the mystery for us to understand.
Giants whispering...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Nov 2015 7:55am
5th Nov 2015 7:55am
The Dragon Lives
The dragon lives
within its roots
shaking earth
whilst we breath
eternal rest
Waiting, seeking
for the truth
away-kenning
flowers bloom
to meet their death
Our world is grown
know not how
resplendent bloom
...
within its roots
shaking earth
whilst we breath
eternal rest
Waiting, seeking
for the truth
away-kenning
flowers bloom
to meet their death
Our world is grown
know not how
resplendent bloom
...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
13th Oct 2015 12:43pm
13th Oct 2015 12:43pm
Shadow Siege
Foreshadow thoughts of reason,
seek beneath and you will find,
the plot that is, to be nothing.
Untold as with the seasons,
yet inscribed within the mind,
the circle of duality is everything.
You get what you deserve,
your consequence is life.
Strangling the bones of innocence,
the shadows move,
secretly purging the mind,
delivering unto violence.
Observe intently the landscapes of lore,
measure the broken sketch of war,
a rhyme we’ve...
seek beneath and you will find,
the plot that is, to be nothing.
Untold as with the seasons,
yet inscribed within the mind,
the circle of duality is everything.
You get what you deserve,
your consequence is life.
Strangling the bones of innocence,
the shadows move,
secretly purging the mind,
delivering unto violence.
Observe intently the landscapes of lore,
measure the broken sketch of war,
a rhyme we’ve...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Oct 2015 2:04pm
5th Oct 2015 2:04pm
Thunk
hm..hm..hm..
It’s something;
that we all think.
«That», approximately.
Think,
no,
know!
No!
Know?
I don’t, and you don’t,
still
either thinks…
Demanding tyrannically,
or insipid and submitting!
Knowledge never satiates,
the pinnacle reached is just weak.
I am weak,
I think,
I know
It’s something;
that we all think.
«That», approximately.
Think,
no,
know!
No!
Know?
I don’t, and you don’t,
still
either thinks…
Demanding tyrannically,
or insipid and submitting!
Knowledge never satiates,
the pinnacle reached is just weak.
I am weak,
I think,
I know
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Sep 2015 5:50pm
10th Sep 2015 5:50pm
Spoke
Listen.
On and on,
words spiral on
in golden arcs, glittering atomic,
mirroring the other worlds to converse.
One word, one thought...
a glimmer…
reasoned non-existent
without an entire universe
- meaningless without an ear.
On and on,
words spiral on
in golden arcs, glittering atomic,
mirroring the other worlds to converse.
One word, one thought...
a glimmer…
reasoned non-existent
without an entire universe
- meaningless without an ear.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jul 2014 7:58am
4th Jul 2014 7:58am
Like Fingers
Those fingers are not like my family’s fingers.
And it’s okay, we even voice different,
never mind the language
Small trivial
air-weight vessels.
But it’s interesting, watching…
Subjectively perceiving a blended image
The most real of dreams
Ones not fast forgotten
And how this affects everything:
It’s in the milk
it’s in the butter,
now
we eat it with strawberries.
For ever,
now. It is forever-now.
My eyes,
can be seen
watching, as with fallible grace,
the hand holds the glimmering silver spoon.
Sunshine shading...
And it’s okay, we even voice different,
never mind the language
Small trivial
air-weight vessels.
But it’s interesting, watching…
Subjectively perceiving a blended image
The most real of dreams
Ones not fast forgotten
And how this affects everything:
It’s in the milk
it’s in the butter,
now
we eat it with strawberries.
For ever,
now. It is forever-now.
My eyes,
can be seen
watching, as with fallible grace,
the hand holds the glimmering silver spoon.
Sunshine shading...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Apr 2013 10:54am
29th Apr 2013 10:54am
War Machined
Why, in war, are we so taxed?
If you should wish to war,
leave your fellow man and country behind.
Go fight in the sea and drown in your pettiness.
I'm sure this slight flies by more than just I.
Those who've seen the human,
conditioned,
lecherous in sin,
unmasked and carried whimsy-less
through cold deserts and dark jungles,
through cities burning,
pungent with the acrid corpse flame
of a gas masked soldier-toy.
Memory is past, to those
who've bled deaths blood,
letting run dry
their mind with time.
...
If you should wish to war,
leave your fellow man and country behind.
Go fight in the sea and drown in your pettiness.
I'm sure this slight flies by more than just I.
Those who've seen the human,
conditioned,
lecherous in sin,
unmasked and carried whimsy-less
through cold deserts and dark jungles,
through cities burning,
pungent with the acrid corpse flame
of a gas masked soldier-toy.
Memory is past, to those
who've bled deaths blood,
letting run dry
their mind with time.
...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
26th Feb 2013 7:37am
26th Feb 2013 7:37am
Der Spiegel. Höhepunkt
Can't we just see that we are exploring reality through different experiences?
The cell divides and that is the nature of things, for all time.
We split till we die, in each iteration, a new eye for the universe.
The aire to metal, the aether between, within and without...
Maybe it is just that we are yet to master our consciousness, collectively.
There's no use in being ill willed and yet vice is a part of it all,
so although it's no use -
the dog catches rats, martyrs are ill forgotten - there are avenues and stairways,
places only the mind of man is...
The cell divides and that is the nature of things, for all time.
We split till we die, in each iteration, a new eye for the universe.
The aire to metal, the aether between, within and without...
Maybe it is just that we are yet to master our consciousness, collectively.
There's no use in being ill willed and yet vice is a part of it all,
so although it's no use -
the dog catches rats, martyrs are ill forgotten - there are avenues and stairways,
places only the mind of man is...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Feb 2013 11:07am
20th Feb 2013 11:07am
yearning the time to come
true,
how could our current carnal consciousness ascend so high, so soon?
it can't, we're as ants to baboons...
.
..
...
when you creep, when you creep
when you creep, in the moonlight
you will see,
that which you did seek, each ride of your will,
to speak the utterance of joy
sparkled from the Ferris-wheel
no will contained
what horse?
release the reigns!
bridles smashing the dawn
...
..
.
ad in
░░░░░░░░fi...
how could our current carnal consciousness ascend so high, so soon?
it can't, we're as ants to baboons...
.
..
...
when you creep, when you creep
when you creep, in the moonlight
you will see,
that which you did seek, each ride of your will,
to speak the utterance of joy
sparkled from the Ferris-wheel
no will contained
what horse?
release the reigns!
bridles smashing the dawn
...
..
.
ad in
░░░░░░░░fi...
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Feb 2013 7:26am
14th Feb 2013 7:26am
Tracing the forest domicile
Tracing the forest domicile
away from a shadowy civilization.
A dark toiling earth,
bereft nobility and worth,
amend self-gratification.
Searing plains of adversity,
walls, ignorant, situate torn minds, once blissful.
Promise to appease,
a heavy avalanche of knees.
Thoughts in action turn choice deedful.
Yet still recede I to a cavernous mind,
meandering tunnels through questions too deep,
for beneath the surface, emptiness will seep.
Light shatters darkened forms to keep thee entwined.
Homely burrow,...
away from a shadowy civilization.
A dark toiling earth,
bereft nobility and worth,
amend self-gratification.
Searing plains of adversity,
walls, ignorant, situate torn minds, once blissful.
Promise to appease,
a heavy avalanche of knees.
Thoughts in action turn choice deedful.
Yet still recede I to a cavernous mind,
meandering tunnels through questions too deep,
for beneath the surface, emptiness will seep.
Light shatters darkened forms to keep thee entwined.
Homely burrow,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Feb 2013 9:27pm
11th Feb 2013 9:27pm
Thrown to the Coals
Thrown to the coals
that no one knows
our lives fleeting
will we ever find meaning?
In all our world, we know not the fool,
who is in our self to breed out the tool;
all angels know god
and their pick-up isn't barred.
As humans, us mammals
are like shotgun barrels.
Our tainted food not kept pure is a killer,
but as long as it lines your pockets is just filler.
On the road of the day
we carry on our way,
on a whim feel the sway..
Do we care anyway?
It seems not after years,
all that's left...
that no one knows
our lives fleeting
will we ever find meaning?
In all our world, we know not the fool,
who is in our self to breed out the tool;
all angels know god
and their pick-up isn't barred.
As humans, us mammals
are like shotgun barrels.
Our tainted food not kept pure is a killer,
but as long as it lines your pockets is just filler.
On the road of the day
we carry on our way,
on a whim feel the sway..
Do we care anyway?
It seems not after years,
all that's left...
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