Submissions by tribe_connected (tribe_condemned)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Bethany's word
Keep my vision locked close
While I paralyze myself
Is all this smoke ever necessary?
I ask myself
I release my innocents
The king of the moon could let me in
Different
Lee lie lies lie
Down below the
Bethany
Mother of all purity
And let her copulate with her own son
Truth speaks to me
With a devils mask on
Taunting my intellect
My perception
My reality
What’s behind the violence?
Velvet arousal
It moistens begging annihilation
Releasing energy in another dimension
Fornication...
While I paralyze myself
Is all this smoke ever necessary?
I ask myself
I release my innocents
The king of the moon could let me in
Different
Lee lie lies lie
Down below the
Bethany
Mother of all purity
And let her copulate with her own son
Truth speaks to me
With a devils mask on
Taunting my intellect
My perception
My reality
What’s behind the violence?
Velvet arousal
It moistens begging annihilation
Releasing energy in another dimension
Fornication...
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Foregone dreams lead me to a dead end
With false perceptions and false dichotomy I am left alone bewildered with the simplest of concepts
Conceits blind me still, if pink is no longer feminine where do I stand in this new dimensional thought pattern
I have been led astray by the same tool that has guided me thus far, saved me from an early death, and brought me to warm light
If this light is meant not to be good godly and heavenly i no longer fathom the world
If black is no longer opposite to white, if good is no longer opposite to bad if danger is no longer associated with darkness
Where might this...
Conceits blind me still, if pink is no longer feminine where do I stand in this new dimensional thought pattern
I have been led astray by the same tool that has guided me thus far, saved me from an early death, and brought me to warm light
If this light is meant not to be good godly and heavenly i no longer fathom the world
If black is no longer opposite to white, if good is no longer opposite to bad if danger is no longer associated with darkness
Where might this...
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different worlds
Different worlds i want to see
I want to be a part
Different worlds outside my mind they dwell within my heart
I open doors where i can find a lost misused key
one day I’ll be a sovereign within my astral body
one day I’ll go far and wide to bring back treasures i seek
The truth is within
May the fire guide
Until my will be done
as on earth so up above beyond my sprit mind
They bind and twine and lock for good
For gold for god and all to see
So well meet on mountain summit and drink wine,...
I want to be a part
Different worlds outside my mind they dwell within my heart
I open doors where i can find a lost misused key
one day I’ll be a sovereign within my astral body
one day I’ll go far and wide to bring back treasures i seek
The truth is within
May the fire guide
Until my will be done
as on earth so up above beyond my sprit mind
They bind and twine and lock for good
For gold for god and all to see
So well meet on mountain summit and drink wine,...
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not so much a poem as it is a paragraph
To say humans (whether mind, soul or spirit) never ends, it would suggest it had no begging, in other words it is infinite. So if the soul or spirit is infinite there can be no individuals, either our collective soul is infinite or our individual souls are finite; bearing in mind the nature of the term infinity. Either way, we can choose to put value on the limited and finite life or we can choose to see ourselves as a consciously connected super massive infinite being, whichever you choose to subscribe to one thing stands true for both; we should leave each other the fuck alone
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shame begs to exist
And so we drove down a road not saying a word the loud
trance bass numbing our soul
we let go
We take hits after hits this never gets old you ask me my
name I say I don’t know
Were going pretty fast but it still feels too slow you say
on your knees and I laugh as if it’s a joke
you look at me dead on a kinda look that tells you no
Everything’s white outside except for the snow dead black
slush green in some areas I guess from the mould you look at me again I should
do as im told no ones around its dumb to withhold i...
trance bass numbing our soul
we let go
We take hits after hits this never gets old you ask me my
name I say I don’t know
Were going pretty fast but it still feels too slow you say
on your knees and I laugh as if it’s a joke
you look at me dead on a kinda look that tells you no
Everything’s white outside except for the snow dead black
slush green in some areas I guess from the mould you look at me again I should
do as im told no ones around its dumb to withhold i...
799 reads
3 Comments
a sudden known
Looking into stellar
cellar
feel the brittle bite of shudderin the frozen fire gather
plead your hollow hearts desire
dealing with a deadly poison paralyzed and petrified pulls apart our painted
skies
and below there lies a ballet of life
still and bright
A painful point to advertise
the buried past may pity pride
the stones stumble and sounds emerge but all I know a
meadow green and timeless
lie there alone while our ties...
cellar
feel the brittle bite of shudderin the frozen fire gather
plead your hollow hearts desire
dealing with a deadly poison paralyzed and petrified pulls apart our painted
skies
and below there lies a ballet of life
still and bright
A painful point to advertise
the buried past may pity pride
the stones stumble and sounds emerge but all I know a
meadow green and timeless
lie there alone while our ties...
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Mr. Freedman
A man walks away from his home, his family lays asleep
unknown.
They call to him what seems like from within his dreams
though he knows there is no medium to reach them in.
To long he held the misery within of doubt and chaos and
suffering.
Perhaps the night holds more comfort then the quilt and
things his wife decorated themselves in.
Perhaps the wind through the trees holds more answers then
his books and books of binary digits.
How blind he was only a few minutes on and now how vibrant
and real he had...
unknown.
They call to him what seems like from within his dreams
though he knows there is no medium to reach them in.
To long he held the misery within of doubt and chaos and
suffering.
Perhaps the night holds more comfort then the quilt and
things his wife decorated themselves in.
Perhaps the wind through the trees holds more answers then
his books and books of binary digits.
How blind he was only a few minutes on and now how vibrant
and real he had...
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2klath2
i find sanctuary in my black and white world
everything of colour has soon turned old
i find comfort in my dark room
im not alone i have myself to talk too
a bitter bite from the winter solstice
im crying out now
im pretty sure you noticed
in this space my memories fade
one by one they kissed the grave
what an ineffable place
to watch this timeless daze
feel the cold brush my cheek
in front of me deaths grip
around the neck of my beloved it stains
...
everything of colour has soon turned old
i find comfort in my dark room
im not alone i have myself to talk too
a bitter bite from the winter solstice
im crying out now
im pretty sure you noticed
in this space my memories fade
one by one they kissed the grave
what an ineffable place
to watch this timeless daze
feel the cold brush my cheek
in front of me deaths grip
around the neck of my beloved it stains
...
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