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22 Jul 2013 00:50 #113545 by Reliah
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What Is It That I Search For

I know not what I search for
But I know I have yet to find it,
Because it is invisible to the eye
My heart must search for it blinded.

And if by chance I find it,
Will I know my mission is achieved?
Can one come to conclusions,
Before the question is conceived?

Just as no one knows
what lies beyond the shore,
I will never find the answer to
what it is that I search for.

-Tupac Shakur

(I changed the numbers he normally used into words...)

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24 Jul 2013 12:28 - 24 Jul 2013 12:29 #113788 by Damion_Storm
The Bird and the Tree

I am he who stretches out his arms toward the
everlasting light of the dawning of a new day.
My arms stretched out awaiting your presence to sing
to me the songs of unconditional love and joy.
One arm cradled close to my heart where you have
made a home for peace and eternal comfort.
My body is strong to hold up against the cruel
weather and vicious wind that bellows around.
My feet planted firm to hold up against all
that try to waiver me from my duty to you.
Through many years I have stood here waiting
for such a beauty to come about and sing to me.
Many before have come and sought shelter in my
outstretched arms but soon left me here alone.
The woodpeckers came and tore into my sides
and arms devastating my happy existence here.
They too have left and flown away, allowing me
to begin my slow and never ending healing work.
Then you came and first I wept believing
you were the same as those that have left.
But, you were different you stayed singing
your songs of peace and love to all around.
Every day you came to me and nestled in
my arms for comfort, shelter, and rest.
And together we grow with love, joy, and
eternal happiness together for all time.
I am he who stretches out his arms toward the
everlasting light and holds to you forever.

by: Robert Cannon

Rev. Robert Cannon OCP
  • Bishop of TotJO
  • Master Knight of Jediism
Apprentices: None
Former Apprentices: Cynthia, Alexandre Orion, Reliah
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24 Jul 2013 21:36 - 24 Jul 2013 21:36 #113842 by Akkarin
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Lost Generation
by Jonathan Reed


I am part of a lost generation
and I refuse to believe that
I can change the world
I realize this may be a shock but
“Happiness comes from within.”
is a lie, and
“Money will make me happy.”
So in 30 years I will tell my children
they are not the most important thing in my life
My employer will know that
I have my priorities straight because
work
is more important than
family
I tell you this
Once upon a time
Families stayed together
but this will not be true in my era
This is a quick fix society
Experts tell me
30 years from now, I will be celebrating the 10th anniversary of my divorce
I do not concede that
I will live in a country of my own making
In the future
Environmental destruction will be the norm
No longer can it be said that
My peers and I care about this earth
It will be evident that
My generation is apathetic and lethargic
It is foolish to presume that
There is hope.

And all of this will come true unless we choose to reverse it.

...now read it in reverse

"If a tree falls in the woods and no one's around to hear it except for one man, but the tree falls on that man and kills him, does the man dying make a sound?" - Jon Lajoie

Apprentice: Desolous , Xaii
Master: Br. John
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25 Jul 2013 04:56 #113875 by Proteus
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I Am The Highway

I am my deepest shadow,
Something I can't ever neglect,
Rise above these ashes,
Or fall and fade away

In dark moments, I know better,
Within destruction, I see clearly

From here to new grounds,
Suppose I will be doing it alone,
With a smile through black design
Fearless of your conviction

Staring into truth, I am the highway,
Existence, care for me in all
Your everlasting complications

In dark moments, I know better
Within destruction, I see clearly

Forget the promised land,
There was never an invitation,
Today I create my own,
Before there was sorrow
And lack of attention

- In Flames

It seems that I know that I know.
What I would like to see is the 'I' that knows me when I know that I know that I know.
- Alan Watts
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25 Jul 2013 09:52 - 25 Jul 2013 09:53 #113893 by Alexandre Orion
Pearls

Late Winter whispers
Welcome the snow in May.
Antarès tends the Scorpion's tail
Whose sting insults Springtime --

We stand, you and I,
Looking at the Stars,
But Facing one another ;
I see that Scorpion,
you see Orion.

A thousand pearls stretch
Between us ...

We know those pearls,
Collected them,
Counted rings around them all :

The one where we met,
The one where we danced,
The one where we fought,
The ones where we loved,
Where we nearly died,
And the one where our whole World
Did die ...

We stand still
Looking at one another
At opposite-ended stars,
Staring into strange constellations,
Counting the pearls scattered there,
Collected and scattered again --

-- a discovery -- a gift --
-- a tribute -- a bribe --

You stand proudly on your Star,
Tacking her upstream,
Holding two hands,
Telling lies to one
And trivia to the other ...

I stay,
For your sake,
Above the River,
Looking down on downstreams
From out of the death-bed we shared so long, long ago
When the insulted Springtime
Struck back,
Scattering the Pearls
From Antarès
To Orion.
Alexandre Orion
25 juillet 2013

"Chaque homme a des devoirs envers l'homme en tant qu'homme."
~ Henri Bergson
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25 Jul 2013 14:43 #113913 by Donkey
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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

Wallace Stevens

I
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.

II
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.

III
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.

IV
A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.

V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.

VI
Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the blackbird
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.

VII
O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?

VIII
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.

IX
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.

X
At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.

XI
He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For blackbirds.

XII
The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.

XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.
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25 Jul 2013 17:23 #113924 by Reliah
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I used to write poems
About love and pain
And find I can't write
About other things!

The depth of emotion
Just doesn't inspire.
Does a poet need pain
As a child her mother?

The things in my head
Don't inspire and cheer;
They shouldn't be shared
With anyone here.

I'm more of a Poe
And less of a Frost.
In love and pain
I'm too easily lost.

:dry:

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26 Jul 2013 13:06 #114012 by Damion_Storm
Lost
Lost, lost in a world that will never accept me.
Lost in a world where my friends, people hate to be.
I look, I see you laughing behind my back.
My future is dim, and you are turning it black.

I search; I see the disgust in your staring eyes.
I say nothing because I know of all your lies.
I hate you; I hate your very existence here.
At times I want to cry, but I’ll never shed a tear.

The hate within my heart is strong.
In this world I do not belong.

Fear in my eye would only bring pleasure to your heart.
To be within this cruel world, I hate to be a part.
But, how can I make you see what I am truly like.
How can I make you see that we are just alike?

Where can I hide from this cruel and painful world?
A well laid plan of death will soon be unfurled.
NO! Death is not the answer but still fills my soul.
You try to make me feel worthless, worthless as coal.

The hate within my heart is strong.
In this world I do not belong.

As useless steel can be forged into a powerful knife,
So is true of my pain to build strength in my life.
So mock me, come and mock me to my face.
Soon my pain will stand and cause you disgrace.

The hate within my heart is strong.
In this world I do not belong.
The hate within my heart is dead.
Finally now I can rest my head.

I am eternally Lost!

By: Robert Cannon

Rev. Robert Cannon OCP
  • Bishop of TotJO
  • Master Knight of Jediism
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26 Jul 2013 13:11 - 26 Jul 2013 13:21 #114013 by Proteus
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Aeon of Grievance

The star emerged as gas
floating silently still
settled, undisturbed in hollowed space
left with nothing of a trace, and yet it did not grow
not even a speed so slow, it moved not
but cooled with depression, a negative succession
of a truth so deep, it could only weep in silence
unheard, unseen, and yet respect it had to redeem
it's soul expanded out of its hollowed masses
dieing for a spark, a heat, a light for its gases
until there came a suppression
flying, arriving, residing among the form
moving around, above, and within its norm
the mess of imperfection swirling in a storm
disturbed interestingly at its grace
wondering its place and how fast its pace
for which it is moved, mesmerized by its effect
having something new to detect and a tingling
in a way it has never felt or seen
like the start of time, a just crowned queen
as suddenly it explodes a fire inside
a force now for it to abide
illuminating its whole like never before
and now it has something finally to adore, it is finally alive
glowing and shining, with the ambition to thrive
how beautiful this expression, now thanks to the suppression
it shines on and on, swelling a fantastic dawn
endlessly the storm of the new heat, o look how neat
it is visited by bodies around and among
their orbiting song now beautifully sung
to their own source of life
through this now ecstatic strife; such a chance to be real
its happiness flowing to feel
through millions of eons it progresses
until slowly it just depresses into a dem light of unsureness
now not knowing its purpose for being what it has been
for so long living in this angelic skin
it dies away through eons of morn, noon, and evening
until its night falls once again with its bringing
and the flicker of light in which started it dies in stress
as its gases now carry less and less
of the chemicals responsible for what was once such glow
now just a storm of dark, degraded, mellow
sitting for eons and eons again this fellow
as its gases never move, swirl, nor spin, again it waits
and sits in silence for another ride of fate's
sure it will find yet another happiness to glow with
and burn with another life of unspeakable myth
because its time must move on through all these events
just to experience another aeon of grievance.
- G. E. Marrs (Proteus).

It seems that I know that I know.
What I would like to see is the 'I' that knows me when I know that I know that I know.
- Alan Watts
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26 Jul 2013 17:49 - 26 Jul 2013 17:51 #114050 by Reliah
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I'm on a path to nowhere
To enjoy the nothingness
Some people speak of finding truth
While others search for bliss

I walk my path, observing
I try learning from each side
The more I learn, the less I know
But I enjoy the ride

I listen to the silence
Growing louder day by day
Some people call out to me
Claiming they have found "the way"

I cannot help but smile
As I see beyond the trees
Our paths seem to be different
But we're holding the same keys

One day our paths will merge
We'll stop and the same door
We'll all begin to realize
Nothing matters anymore

And as we pass the threshold
Where we can finally see
The only difference in our paths
Was the scenery
-Reliah

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