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Prophetic poetry

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posted on Dec, 16 2013 @ 11:34 AM
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Here is a poem that I believe will unlock exactly 3 percent of all secret knowledge now hidden from our eyes. If not, it will at the very least, help you to discover what you should eat for breakfast next week.

Submerged Bukskin Helmet/feb 2011

Pinpoint signal coordinates so that
Man knows where we are-

In

(Respect to matter)
Twenty thousand men and women risk life,
Mind-
To lead you to the equilibrium of darkness.
Harvest and collect ideas
The reproductions of conscious
Caused
By a significant depth charge.


Anyway, post any prophetic poetry, serious or silly, of your own or from others.



posted on Dec, 16 2013 @ 12:35 PM
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Here is a poem nonsensical and guaranteed to gather neither star or flag.

Overflight of transient wistfulness

lasting all the while

eating pests of nonsense

nurturing just a smile

prognosis of a query for fear you' ve come unhinged

since your forecasting surreal glue thats only just shtick



posted on Dec, 16 2013 @ 05:51 PM
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Harbinger of self-agrandization

Small box like closet,
Confused for a whole childhood,
Emerging into the sunlight with the hope
That smallness can truly be outgrown.

Denaturalization
Deindustrialization
Disintegrate

A puddle of small beans,
Smiling to itself
After a hard nights work in the abortion mill.



posted on Dec, 16 2013 @ 05:57 PM
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Anger coupled with anxioty over one's place in society.
Double play.
edit on 16-12-2013 by apydomis because: (no reason given)



posted on Dec, 16 2013 @ 06:02 PM
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Hey, I just need a poem that can tell me where my keys and phone are.

If you cook that up for me I'll pay you good money.



posted on Dec, 17 2013 @ 06:01 PM
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antonia
Hey, I just need a poem that can tell me where my keys and phone are.

If you cook that up for me I'll pay you good money.


Deepest dispair and darkness-
Couch cussion,
Levitate some two hundred and forty- eight feet
above (see) level.

Embark upon invisible pathways,
Invisible pedestrian.
Can opener on.
Phone in the darkness



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