Who needs a church to pray
I worship in the space between interlaced fingers
My choir compose of off key singers
rip apart to fabric of space time
realign it
and sloppily hand sow it back together
Through loose seams moonbeams will iluminate dreams rumored to be unachieveable
set the table so its contents and convents loose their virginity
as they begin to see
each conception is emaculate
let preejaculated phrases coexist with poetic works
because patterns interfere with our ability to learn from anomilies
we've gone from shellfish to selfish and we call that evolution
before atlantis was fin-ished some became fish and escaped with the current that they might circumvent their circumstances from reoccurance
As tides rise boats capsize and islands sink beneath the sea
beneath our flesh is nothing less than energy
illuminate eachother discover we each have an opportunity to reshape the world as we see fit
So disregaurd politics, and forget about that other shit
create
i was browsing the website to find a good read and was pleasantly surprised to find this poem here. it's intelligent. For non-stop rambling, this is pretty good. i'm going to keep reading your posts.
I've been in a discussion lately about the meaning of creating. It's a lifelong process for me as it is for you. Never mind getting even or how to control someone, it's in our own vein that we find the meaning of life.
everyone stammers in unhappiness until they know
what can you create?
I like your questions on evolution where the status quo seem to question the motives of those who create.
give me a thinking mind with some time and a blank slate and the discourse between us will tell the answers
so i really like this. (it does need an edit) but for first impressions, i like where this takes me. i am a sucker for stream of...
i love the first 2 lines, the thought of it. i mean i can take it 2 ways as in one can pray at anytime
or that holding another hand may take you somewhere else. (to me it is about communication).
i think the tenses need to be worked out in this. (again, i know it is fresh). as well, i don't know about the end.
this line kind of stands out
'So disregaurd politics, and forget about that other [censored]' (i don't know if [censored] works here). i mean i know (or think i know) what you mean to imply, but is it needed?
though i love the line -
'let preejaculated phrases coexist with poetic works'
there are some spelling mistakes too which i am sure you'll flesh out.
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