Mydriasis

Golden Rule
The wind's murmurs are,
over-looked roar's,
as every forgotten tide,
has crashed on alien shores.

You rush to count apples,
and place them in queues,
while I rest crisp,
covered in Morning dew's.

I've heard her benign writ,
"The answer lays not in the fruit,
but solely amongst the root."
She had spoke for the soft, and delicate.

Yes, your files still remain,
small and strong,
as the tea of henbane.

Yes, she may be often forgiving,
but when this season does die,
there won't be a fossil stain.

Fern, Mint, Sation
That which has rotten,
some may adore,
in a chalice,
in grace of great honor.
Some as a fallace,
to void nature's spleandor.

Whatever the path,
through the deer harrow,
one can never forelore,
the origin of pleasure,
something true to adore.

The environment may be weary,
but it is our construct,
never make it to be dreary.

Just as energy,
to be used as a mere tool,
too much importance,
will make the enlightened man, a fool.

There is nothing to be done,
only much to do.

Untitled
It can't be defined,
can not be sensed,
can not be obtained.
It can only be.

Whatever it is, that you do see,
It is all - Free.
Forget all of history,
s'all made up for monotony.

The rythm is that which you hold,
there is no prophecy is too bold,
So come sing with me!
Just understand,
Once you've called out,
you can never call in.

It can't be defined,
can not be sensed,
can not be obtained.
It can only be.

Whatever it is, that you do see,
It is all - Free.
Forget all of history,
s'all made up for monotony.

Just be,
anything treasured,
defies infinity.

Dichotomy
If you believe your a vessel,
at the mercy of fate's tassel.
I pray for you, 'cuz this is heaven,

your told to look at the latent functions in life.
Yet there is only one covert function in anything alive.
Here we all pretend and dream beyond it:
but this heavenly sky, and this dirty earth
our gravity and our plane-ride.
our temple and our catacomb.

Because we cannot conceive life as a mere function
of the infinite.
I am but i^Mass.
You and me together are further abstract.

So remember me, give me meaning.
Yet after I die, surely you will too.
So let's just dance and dream,
let's become white as cream,
let's ignore the black scream.

Oh, but a blink to a life-time of sight.
A brief breath upon wal-mart candle-light.
Shakespeare said it best,
we really only die to rest.

Fuck your ego until you get off
Grab it by the ears,
twist and pull,
'til your hands are caked in mammal rust.
Frustration, frustration is a must.

Oh you wanna be stoned,
stoned to death.
So ice-cold -
that when you gaze into your iris,
all you can see is your breathe.

Not two but one.
Yep -
ya never lost, always won.

Yeahhh
Put it in your equation,
'cuz you want it all calculated.
So damn defined,
that it's all desecrated.

Undermined,
Mmmm,
to the point of never-mind.

Spent your whole life trying,
to tighten every malleable tassel,
as if the body isn't just a vessel.

Nail your perfect mind shut,
yup yup,
know-it-all, your all closed up.
As if your body wasn't just a vessel.


Egyptian Grey
Slow down an atom.
Magnify it.
Look at yourself in third person.
Just as we all find,
we're observers of our own interpretations.
This is why the infant cries.

Paint the white canvas-
until it is mid-night black.
Only then can you realize gray.

Acuz,
Everything comes from Nothing.
And as a by-product of this there are,
infinite shades of gray.

But,
We must respect each,
as it's own yin and yang,
cuz everything has the same
Mother and Father.

Speed up the atom.
Pan out.
Look out from self in first person,
and you will witness,
all elements just shimmer in their own dance.
Embrace this Microcosm!

and, please,
Join me in eternal star-fire.

Nothing? Come and stay
I aim, I shoot, I miss.
You sit, you interject, you spoke to me,
"just cuz One sees it doesn't mean it's real."

Your explanation is proper,
but I swear, I can taste what I just hit,
"just cuz One tastes it doesn't mean its real."

No personalization, no obligations, and no open interpretation.
I'm vibrating just as an April storm,
and you sit and you curse, and you exclaim,
"just cuz One feels it doesn't mean it's real."

There is no justification,
only emotional gratification,
then post-rationalization.
"I hear you", I say.
And every-time you just walk away.

I hear you like the liberty bell's last ring,
and every-time you just walk away.

If only I could but once grasp you,
and wrap tightly with-in me.
Enlightenment can only bring lights,
that nothing can ever perceive.

Carvings in the finite, to the infinite
That night you wrote your will into the dry sand.
Right before me, yet the wind came and I no longer understand.
Oh baby we're all lost.

Your still my child till the earth will cry,
but now your one with her.
What I aspire to be,
so peaceful even in memory.

But when does a memory come two fold?
Not once in this mind.
So I cherish this as a gift.

But as heroic as we maybe,
this realm is:
- Not the kind that can be bought and resold.
- Not a lesson that can be taught and retold.
Just as a true gift.

Oh baby we're all lost.
yeah, we're all tracing the infinite,
fulfilling it's number,
into the sand.

Yes the wind will come,
Yes memory will never come twice,
Yet we still have this sand.

Bless every experiance.
Bless you, and Bless mee.
Bless every you, and Bless every me.
For all eternity.

Mydriasis

I didn't mean to bump this. Though I kind of want to make a book filled with a bunch of poetry and pictures. I was just wondering what anyone on here thought about some of the things I've written.

seattle420lover

hardly nobody reads books any more.

but you could publish this yourself with your computer and hand them out to passerbys
I too dabbled in poetry a while back. I even some published. what hard job!
my friends
tell
me that my life is a book waiting to be written and I always ask them would you buy a book like that?

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"The highest realms of thought are impossible to reach without first attaining to an understanding of compassion" SOCRATES, 470-399 BC

Mydriasis

Your right though. Not alotta people do read now days. Which I think is a shame. But hey, I'm not gonna tell people what to do.

I've had one poem published when I was younger. I guess I should just write the book for myself ya know? if people enjoy it I'll just give it out.

seattle420lover

here is the worlds shortest poem it's called
"fleas"
and it goes...
ADAM HAD EM!
I'd be interested in reading your book!

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"The highest realms of thought are impossible to reach without first attaining to an understanding of compassion" SOCRATES, 470-399 BC

Mydriasis

I believe your poem has changed my life. heehee

Well if I ever end up putting together a compilation, I'll give you a heads up and a free autographed(like that'll be worth anything hahaha) copy! and thanks for the encouragement.

edit: btw nice socrates quote. I've been reading LOT'S of Plato(and a lil Aristotle) lately. It's really amazing.