The Thing |
Conciousness is the thing.
All of space has the capability
Of being percieved as matter.
God is the manifestation
Of conciousness in the percieved universe.
Posted by on Wed, 26 Nov 2008 09:12:00 GMT |
Home (An old Pome I wrote!) |
Home
OpenWas a hole in the groundWhere the leaves lay dark and damp and brown.The soil there was moistAnd smelled of rain and morning mistAnd there I glancedAs I crept,Crouching through the trees.Dar...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Nov 2008 00:09:00 GMT |
More Sticks |
Upon the day the mist came downA doom was set upon us.There were distant whispersIn the weeks aheadFlashing lights and murmursFrom the dead and their sticks.The blind lady would say nothingAnd she did...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Nov 2008 16:23:00 GMT |
Blind Lady (Repost too!) |
After we met,
After we'd lived awhile in that place
That was her home,
We left together to seek someone she knew.
There were people all around in the night,
Some sitting,
Some standing in groups.
Ther...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Nov 2008 16:08:00 GMT |
Clues! (Repost) |
Clues!Clues!Little hints.Sideways glances through the treesAnd here am IStanding at the lakeshore once again.I don't know,Are these tears here fallingOr could it be the rain?Or could it be I'm in the ...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Nov 2008 15:48:00 GMT |
Spirit Moth(Repost) |
There was a wailing in the airAnd a moaning all aroundAnd a roar began to growWithin the ground.The sky began to fallAnd a banshee terror callBegan to tear the silence I had found.There was nothing I ...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Nov 2008 16:19:00 GMT |
Coins For the Well |
Wading waist high
And gasping for air,
Grabbing at cables
And going nowhere.
There is nothing but debris
And shit all around,
Concrete and empty
Yet bursting with sound.
Filthy white bui...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Oct 2008 04:41:00 GMT |
There is nothing in the Evening Still |
There is nothing in the evening still
That could make me want to leave here
And precious be the eve that will
Decide you come with me dear.
The Sun goes down
Behind the land
And burns away the ...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Oct 2008 03:33:00 GMT |
I Could Try to Disguise |
I could try to disguise the thing,
Close up my eyes and sing
Songs of a far away place
But my love is nearer
You are hopelessly dearer too
And still I would picture your face.
So I'll keep my eye...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Oct 2008 00:11:00 GMT |
The Enclosures Act |
There was a day
When the people round here
Threw it all away,
Disease made them cast away
The past
And all the older ways.
The cattle were dying,
The crops were bare,
The rich men saw the whole...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Oct 2008 03:22:00 GMT |
