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posted on May, 28 2009 @ 01:49 PM
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(The following is a complete work of nonsense. Make what you will of it. Most of all enjoy.)




A call to be true, to the meaning of you.
"You!", one might say, in a speculative way, that the way of it goes, as anyone knows,
without knowing where, the journey we share.
Share and share alike.
More alike than not.
There is a knot in the rope, a twist in the cord.
The chord of our life has a sobering tone, to atone for ours transgressions, transcending aggressions, learning those lessons, the lessons of earning, yearning for growth, growing in mind, body, and spirit.
The mind is of the spirit which resides within the body, a body of incomprehensible potential.
Potential as yet untapped, as if feeling a tap on the shoulder.
We shoulder our fears, as if to carry them. They become boulders. Bolder and bolder, as we are the holder of the boulders we bear, all the while pushing uphill, an uphill battle with no battle to win.
All we need do, is release the bricks, and hit the bricks, getting out there.
Out there, everywhere, nowhere, who cares?
I care.
I dare.
This is rare, rarer still is to instill the stillness of mind and clarity of thought, which become more clear when emphatically sought.

But what do I seek, nothing but to find.
A rare find indeed, actions and deeds being the rarity.
Not for charity, but for clarity's sake.
Do not forsake the message.
lest the message forsake you.

All can be summed up, becoming more than the sum of the parts, in 1 word.
though 1 is not the sum of anything but fractions, the fractions being a distraction, to the ultimate question.
That question as well as descriptive are indicative of the description.

So what is this one word?

IF.

IF......?
If indeed.
What does if mean to you?














[edit on 28/5/2009 by reticledc]



posted on May, 28 2009 @ 02:04 PM
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Don't take the tedious bit as an insult... it reminded me of this from 1min26sec



posted on May, 28 2009 @ 02:17 PM
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well then, as it see it.
it has been seen,
before perceived,
afore mentioned but not believed, not to mention the rather unmentionables.
Just a bit of fun ate the expense of my sanity,

Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.



posted on May, 28 2009 @ 03:40 PM
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reply to post by reticledc
 


Damn that was good. Not that damn means good, mind you. Speaking of
minding, it was very well thought out. Like bringing the thoughts out of the
mine.
I enjoyed it.

If . . .I . .F . . .If . . . . . . . .working on it . .I mean if . .working on if . .



posted on May, 28 2009 @ 04:52 PM
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"Fifteen hundred years ago everybody knew the Earth was the center of the universe.
Five hundred years ago, everybody knew the Earth was flat, and fifteen minutes ago, you knew that humans were alone on this planet.
Imagine what you'll know tomorrow."
(Kay) MIB!!


I have had a long (latent) (talent)
An ability if you will, to will into being, the being I have become.
To become more than the sum of my parts, as some might impart, the whole is greater than the pieces.
Piecing together, who I am, I am who I discover, along the way to find myself.
Finding a journey, once taken, never ends, until a new journey begins, thus being a continuation of the journey, you find that you left before you began and arrived before you finished.
A journey not taken, can never be completed, leaving you depleted of your complete journey, and defeated.
Defeated by the feat of self destruction.
Is a journey worth taking if you do not know your destination or the way there?
Is the way there the destination simply renewing itself?
Do you find direction in not knowing where you are, finding your own path?

""""all metaphor aside"""""""

I have something to share.
I make no claims.
I make no judgments.
Think what you like, even if you don't like it.
We are all human.


[edit on 28/5/2009 by reticledc]



posted on Aug, 4 2009 @ 10:49 PM
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Human, though we are,
still by far,
we are not far enough,
from the gruff of this stuff,
yet we still are here.
Here, there, everywhere,
and nowhere is still somewhere,
some care,
as long as there is air.
An aire of mystery to add to our history,
of being the heir of the burdens we bear.
Like a bear in the wood,
we did what we could,
if only we would, understand the the mood.
Dude, I broke format,
not that that's that,
or a matter of fact,
its a lesson of tact.
Tactile to mind body and spirit,
as I spirit away,
in the night's darkest day,
with nothing to say.
Enter they fray, should you wish to stray, into the forewarned old way.
I bid you to stay, as we surely may, make this our play for a new found day.
Is it day or is it night, I have hardly the might to discern what is right, or left for that matter, if anything is left at all.
All for naught, as I seek to be taught, by the notions I've wrought, not to be brought, by some archangel dreadnought. Distraught is thought, of being caught, in the moment I've sought.
Sought, indeed I seek, the feeling which weakens my knees, and through weekly decrees, subjects me to these. These thoughts of a rather curious nature. By nature, curiouser and curiouser, becoming the courier, of the very nature, of curiosity. The luminosity, of the curious, is the light by which we all discover, our nature.
Nurture it.
L8R



posted on Aug, 27 2009 @ 11:10 PM
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I frequently relinquish the delinquency of complacency.
Latently replacing the edifice's facing, to be more embracing of the racing of my heart.
In part or in full, fully impart, a particle of truth, to the populous youth.
Aware, to beware of the wary, a weary state of a delirious fate.
Fate as it were, is not without a sense of irony,
Ironically, the sense applies to our most common of senses, that fate is what we make, and the future is not set.
No more set than that which we beget, begotten or forgotten, a long time rotten, if not for the bottom of the barrel we scrape, there would be no escape from the amnesia we make.

to wake up is to look up and see our own wake, i the ocean of time, if not for or sake.



posted on Aug, 28 2009 @ 10:00 PM
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I am growing weary of the dreary scene, of those who scheme to be obscene.
Growling fiends, beget howling things, notions of chaos are being gleaned.
A being of gleaming light, beaming bright, against the night, fighting for the thinking rights.
Keen of wit, to think of it, working quick, to spare the quip.
To spare the whip, the light I grip, to have and to hold, this is getting old.

All along the way, as i find what i may, i think of a better day, or to come what may.
Long live the light.



posted on Aug, 28 2009 @ 10:28 PM
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I love your stuff. How long exactly does it take you to get all that down? Judging by the way each of your posts read, I would guess that it flows effortlessly from mind to hand. You have a rare and interesting talent.


The OP was my favorite of them all though. So far.



posted on Aug, 28 2009 @ 11:05 PM
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where I live is one of the few places on earth wity hazel nut trees.

but aside .

this is simply a delight and a wonderment
a wilderness of wandering verse , diverse and remarkable ....

a thinking meal for a thinker to think
drinking , and linking the things a thinker thinks

thinking thinkers , think these thinkings , thinking thinker thinking things , thinking deeply all weee things thoughtfuly thought.

but I digress , in my duress , impressed in wonders that my minds stress , dress thinking things so somberness ....

I am greatly , and must express... now let me think...

aloss for word... empress of word craft , genuflex .



posted on Aug, 29 2009 @ 09:58 PM
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It flows quite naturally, Naturally.
the nature is from the nurturing of of knowledge, for the college of thought becomes the information I've sought. Caught in the headlights of a moment of delight, momentarily blinding but feels oh so right.
Conclusions, revolutions, evolutions, all solutions of a delusional mind.
Mind you the difference implied by the inference.
A mind is a terrible thing...............to waste.




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