whynotsin Posted December 14, 2003 Report Share Posted December 14, 2003 Meditations about time. Time has no meaning here. Nothing has truly changed. The sun rises and sets, Men are born and men die, The ever turning great wheel Crushes us all under its great weight. Star gazers. Jaded lovers. Forgotten dreams In comas. Kicking screaming children Crying for their mothers. Time has changed nothing. Only the numbers in our head. The lovely girls playing with their toys. Drunken fathers beating mothers. Grieving widows, cashing monthly checks. Time has changed nothing except the numbers in our mind. A blade of grass A floating leaf A lazy fish Frogs leaping catching flies Drops of rain eating stone away. Time has changed nothing except the world Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whynotsin Posted December 14, 2003 Author Report Share Posted December 14, 2003 Shadow I once knew a girl, Raised in the woods. Her words to me sounded like doves. Cooing in my ears. We kissed in darkened rooms. Holding each other in long embrace. Like a fool I broke away. She must have thought I played with her heart. But no, I played with my own. She flew away into strange arms. While I fell into myself, Destroying what was left Brooding and regretting what I had lost. I went out and fell away from it all. Now shadows dance in my face. A lonely specter, A forgotten shadow. A vanished face. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whynotsin Posted December 14, 2003 Author Report Share Posted December 14, 2003 Life. You hold in your hands Something truly dear. A life growing, Yes it was thrust into your life. A sudden jolt. But please hold on and bring her in. Then let her go. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whynotsin Posted December 14, 2003 Author Report Share Posted December 14, 2003 Cold spray on my face Cold spray on my face. Shaky hands on chest. Frantic lips on my lips. Body’s cold. I can’t feel my toes. Been a long time coming. My life just caught up with me. I thought I could out run it. God was I wrong. Mellow jazz streams out of an old speaker The kind of music that makes you think, Of smoke filled speak ezys And the sound of quiet brandy shots being slid across the bar. A blur, a blinding blur. I ran so fast for so long. No I’ve stopped. Dead in my tracks. And the rest of the world shot forward. Tears in her eyes, She’ll find someone else, I’ve seen it happen before. Hopefully someone better. This isn’t how I wanted. Not how it was intended. Just my luck, I tripped and fell Only to let life caught up with me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whynotsin Posted December 14, 2003 Author Report Share Posted December 14, 2003 Alone and Away Here she is the doll of the ball. Holding the hem in hand. She stared at a man not to far of, Dreaming about his hands, Undoing the lace, that held her bodice in place. Sinnful dreams of lonely girl. Standing in place, holding herself. Her chests rise and fall with each breath. A prince looms close by. His breath inches from her left. She can feel his skin pressed against hers, She can taste salty sweet lips. Here the Ball and it's dolls, hansome and dashing men of honor ravashing beautyful dangers curves. Lips that shine, Hips that sway. Slow and fast the tempo all night Emotions and ungodly acts. Men and Women disregrading marriage vows, laying next to other wed men. The last note played. The dancers disperse. To chambers not there own. Some in pairs some in bunch, and still others in hordes to the rooms. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whynotsin Posted December 14, 2003 Author Report Share Posted December 14, 2003 Untitled The path is drawn, upon a map, with points leading east, and some leading west. but the years have been long, and men no longer go, through forests, and meadows. Father please show us the way Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whynotsin Posted December 14, 2003 Author Report Share Posted December 14, 2003 The forms are far spreading The forms are far spreading, Dear father, Tell me the way, I have lost it. Can you see the depth of my soul My ghost to which I can never escape. The err of my ways. Show me the way, I have lost it. The path before me, Which I so clearly saw, Is now washed away and overgrown The smooth easy road, Over traveled and little repaired, Now sits in disarray. The weeds, The trees, The fire bush and the thistle tree, Growing and consuming, The once easy way. Father please guide me, My eyes are gone, My sorrow deeper then the ocean My mind higher then the stars. Sow the way the path, I want to return home. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whynotsin Posted December 14, 2003 Author Report Share Posted December 14, 2003 Boy Drops, They splash onto the moist soil, Quiet echoes in forgotten halls, In the darkness a boy weeps His bow slowly crosses the bridge, Deep growls of pain and emotion echo in this quietness, He plays to forget. His pain, His grief, Creating beautiful melodies. In the darkness he can be free, His bow flying faster, His heart pounding, Jumping and pulsating He plays to forget, But he can’t The scorn of a lover, The rejection of a mother, The failure as a father, He plays his fingers bleeding But he plays, His music shaking the entirety of his soul. Nothing to loses His madness consuming, Through out the abode All can hear the pain, Of a forgotten son. Men weep, as the tune spills out into the streets, Women collapse, He slows as his sadness increases, He can’t forget, He never will, So he plays. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whynotsin Posted December 14, 2003 Author Report Share Posted December 14, 2003 Nu Everything is falling, Falling into pieces, None left to hold me up Just the sinking feeling of loss. Away I go into mist, Taken apart By un-pure things Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whynotsin Posted December 14, 2003 Author Report Share Posted December 14, 2003 Wind or water? The cold air comes up to me Beckoning me to follow Pulling and pushing Consuming me and enveloping me Taking me with it to places unseen I follow blind and a fool To where I go, I never am to know What it is that I follow, Never have I seen. Only the circling leaves give hint of form. Like the banks and the glass that define shape As a cloud floating across the sky Being driven and taken Not leading but merely existing Another face to be seen another voice to ignore Minds intertwine together forming what we call society Clashing thoughts Disruptive love All playing an integral part In darkness we stand looking for the light, Not knowing our eyes are closed Not feeling the wind the air, With it’s cold icy guiding touch. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whynotsin Posted December 14, 2003 Author Report Share Posted December 14, 2003 Dialogue between two -My mind floats from place to place, Carla. I can no longer focus on just one plane. My mind fazes from time to time. I have become smoke on a windy day. Germaine rambled on about his state of being. What should I do about this? - You should not do anything Germaine, Just simply be happy with being. -I tire of this. I do not want to float forever, I wish to flow like the water through a determined course. Not drift dispersing and stretching with every gust. -We are all like the smoke, only that some of us hang lower, closer to the Earth. -I wish to find love Carla, with you. You have rejected me however and so I am further dispersed by the wind. -You know and I know we could never be. It is an unthinkable thing. My life is not one for love. We must remain as we are. -The pain of this state is unbearable. The sight of you is like needles piercing my heart. -There is no is no reason for this. You and I we have nothing to offer each other. -But we do. We can offer each other the forces necessary to turn us to solid state. The dialogue between the two continued. Germaine’s mind adrift and Carla close to the ground. Germaine looks into Carla’s soul and finds it empty, empty of any love for him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whynotsin Posted December 14, 2003 Author Report Share Posted December 14, 2003 Mind Life and death he can look at them both, The true heart holds not on to life, Nor fears the approach of death To feel is to loose To see is to be but blind All weakness arises from strength All love from hate, All hate from love. All pain from pleasure. The quiet man is the happy one His lack of words speaks louder then a thousand His stillness quicker then the wind. Like the water he bends. Like water he destroys or creates. He is selfless and there for fulfilled. From time to time He looks out at the wind And feels himself become it Become the unfelt force of time, The overpowering yet invisible concept of space. One with himself he flows with the currents of life Like an old sea captain Understanding and manipulating the underlying forms of water and wind. As the night falls he understands and fears not the darkness as others do As his breath grows narrow he accepts and starts to fade Regret nor fear enter his mind Pain nor pleasure find place He is apart from the concepts of man He is beyond them and thus complete. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whynotsin Posted December 14, 2003 Author Report Share Posted December 14, 2003 Leaves in haze Leaves fall through the haze Into subtle puddles Muddled and gray. Into the eternity The ether And time, A place of a one-time rime Where lost children Watched for home Like falling angles leaves crash Splashing softly inside of the past Falling away becoming mud. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whynotsin Posted December 14, 2003 Author Report Share Posted December 14, 2003 Carla Cla Carla Cla, I hear your name and I think. Rejection and pain But that’s ok. It’s your choice Not mine. I see you and it’s torment, Though you may not see, The inner turmoil, I must face. Before I proposed the question my mind was torn asunder By the anticipation of rejection, And after the fact my heart was torn to pieces, But that’s ok its not your fault. In my mind I set my self up. I knew all along you’d say no. They always do. No real surprise on my part, I should have known more then to trust myself. To rely on the heart Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whynotsin Posted December 14, 2003 Author Report Share Posted December 14, 2003 Rain, Love and the Mind Rain: Careful dear rainfalls. You may be washed away Into rain gutter. The Way: I am the way there No one else knows it better Hold my hand tonight. Prey: The deer finds a home The hunter finds his dinner A feast he shall have. Love: Hurting is love Loving is hurting each other. Binding us is pain. Unconscious: Unconscious we lay By seaside roads we fool around, Under moonlite summer. Mesh: Colliding meshing Becoming one tonight Or minds flew away Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whynotsin Posted December 14, 2003 Author Report Share Posted December 14, 2003 Beauty in time Goodnight Our farewell kiss Rest forever on my lips But is still too short Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whynotsin Posted December 14, 2003 Author Report Share Posted December 14, 2003 0.8% Years and years pass He looks out through glass Passively thinking about lost time, Brooding over his failure to perform Angry at his lack of will. The glass reflects his thoughts, Cold and clear. Outside the grass gently rustles with the soft blow of the wind. Inside the air is stall and old. Children play outside They jump through sprinklers. Screaming with glee. In his mind the same tune replays, His wife leaving, his children fading. The alcohol that took him to the edge. With his children in the back seat. One to many was to much. 0.8 and his vision blurred. He didn’t realize how fast he was going. Didn’t see the tree. To gone to buckle his children in, Like two doves they flew. Breaking the glass hitting the road, Gone was their turn. A slap on the wrist, And he was free. His wife gone, He alone, Cold thoughts and the ghostly laughter of his children all he has left. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whynotsin Posted December 14, 2003 Author Report Share Posted December 14, 2003 Arrogant youth Age and time allies be they both, Together they laugh at youth, Time will eventually wear him down, And age will carry him to the grave. So in the end the flower shall fade and decay, Making it all the same, In the end. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whynotsin Posted December 14, 2003 Author Report Share Posted December 14, 2003 Reflection on a topic You can only think back to a time when you lived among the stars, You dream about the time you were a God. Before you lost your way and were caste out like trash. He knows it was his fault. He is now the mortal bound to earth. Awaiting the day of his end, All the while watching his brethren in the night. The light they cast from far of places Dance on edges of forever black holes. You think to yourself a black hole would have suited you better. To be trapped in the eternity of a moment, At the edge of oblivion. The pain of self your only reminder of life. Now you’re just a mortal bound to the earth. Punishment for your un atoned sins An empty shell, Of a God. Changed to: You can only think back to a time when you lived among the heavens, You dream about the time you were a God. Before you lost your way and were caste out like trash. He knows it was his fault. Now the mortal bound to earth. Awaiting the day of his end, All the while watching his brethren in the night. The light they cast from far of places Dance on edges of forever black holes. He thinks to himself a black hole would have suited him better. To be trapped in the eternity of a moment, At the edge of oblivion. The pain of self, his only reminder of life. Now you’re just a mortal bound to the earth. Punishment for your un atoned sins An empty shell, Of a God. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whynotsin Posted December 14, 2003 Author Report Share Posted December 14, 2003 The FIX Pop it in, I can’t live with out my fix. My hands begin to tremble if I haven’t pooped one before 9:00 am. I would do anything to feel it slide down my throat, To feel the beautiful release it brings, I can’t just have one, no I need to have them all. Every dose larger then the one before. Random thoughts stream into my mind. The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. I nervously look around as I creep down to get my fix, Making sure no one is around to claim my prize. Alone to my room I go with loot in tow. The door closes behind, I run to the bed, I take out my bowl and my spoon. And I dive in, I GOTA HAVE MY POPS. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whynotsin Posted December 14, 2003 Author Report Share Posted December 14, 2003 Arrogant youth Two Warriors standing, facing each other. Their hands curled around the handles of their blades, Droplets of sweat form on their faces One an aged warrior, Seasoned in the art of battle, Wise and true is his blade. The other a wild and untamed youth. Still fresh from his mother’s womb, His blade glistens in the sun. The elder blade is dull and scratched, As proof of its many victories. The handle worn down by years of intense battle. The juvenile blade bright and new, Only a few battles had it seen, Not enough to face such a seasoned blade. The youth attacks first quick and true are his blows Calm and cautions is the Elder man blocking every attack with tiny thrusts. Then comes the elders mans blows, steady and precise are they. First blood he draws. His ego bruised the youth comes back with an intense blow That throws the elder man of. Just in time he deflects a direct blow. The elder man decides to end it quick. To let all know the dangers of arrogant youth With a quick and true thrust The elder man ends the charging youth, Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whynotsin Posted December 14, 2003 Author Report Share Posted December 14, 2003 Dead pen Nothing to say It wouldn’t matter anyway, There is no one left to hear, The mighty halls of the keep are empty. The chatter died down, Consumed by the wind. Every one gone nothing left to say, The dreamers have left her walls. The crows no longer caw And magic no longer here The sword prevailed after all Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whynotsin Posted December 14, 2003 Author Report Share Posted December 14, 2003 Needy Fools From you I once learned the truth That all we are is needy fools, No matter how rich or how poor. I know now what I know from you, That all we are needy fools, Clinging to pieces of broken ships You made so clear that all we do is prey on others All we do is suck the life out of all around. Take their marrow for our own. Even as we watch the ship sink we cling to what matters least, Like needy fools we hold on to useless gold Like needy fools we sink to the bottom. From you I learned that all I am is a needy fool, Who with out you sank into a hole. That was filled with my self-doubts And my woes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whynotsin Posted December 14, 2003 Author Report Share Posted December 14, 2003 (edited) Don’t try to change me More, more you say, I’m more than what I am, Open your eyes and see. That who I am is what I am, There is no way around it. Yes my personality shifts like the sands of time, And I may seem of the walls at times, But if you can’t take that, Just go. I have no time to stand and wait For you to accept, You ingrate I thought that there might have been something, But I guess I was wrong. When you did what you did, Pushing me to the side, Like I wasn’t even around, Just to save face in front of your friends So next time you feel ashamed just look at your self, Cuz now I’m with all your friends And you where to late. So next time accept the fact, That we are who we are is what we are. Edited December 14, 2003 by whynotsin Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whynotsin Posted December 14, 2003 Author Report Share Posted December 14, 2003 Rhapsody The melody strong. I think of the one. The strings that are plucked , Sound through the hall. The bows as they fly Caress the heart, And sooth the mind With a musical hum. The tempo growing ever quicker Bringing you to new heights, And with a sudden halt. Slo----ws. As your mind races through valleys Made of notes. You take care not to note, The spiraling tune and the erratic mood. The tempo draw to a quicker pace and, Once more you draw close to the air, With arms spread out as float to the earth On the back of an overture. Sliding down the bars And landing in a pool. Called done. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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