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24 Sep 2013 02:47 #119368
by Lykeios Little Raven
“Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.” -Zhuangzi
“Though, as the crusade presses on, I find myself altogether incapable of staying here in saftey while others shed their blood for such a noble and just cause. For surely must the Almighty be with us even in the sundering of our nation. Our fight is for freedom, for liberty, and for all the principles upon which that aforementioned nation was built.” - Patrick “Madman of Galway” O'Dell
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Father, what is love?
One day a boy approached his father,
a question deep imprinted on his mind.
"Oh, tell me father,
what is love if truth be told?
Some say 'tis like dreaming
with all one's soul tied in a bind."
Smiling wryly the father thought,
but for a moment for an answer he could find.
"Oh, I'll tell you son,
love is not like dreaming,
if truth be told.
True love is known,
not as a dream,
but when one finds
that thing or person
whom for all one's life unwinds
and appears as a dream.
For when one is near this
person, thing, or beast,
one is truly alive.
That, my son,
is the essence of most precious love."
One day a boy approached his father,
a question deep imprinted on his mind.
"Oh, tell me father,
what is love if truth be told?
Some say 'tis like dreaming
with all one's soul tied in a bind."
Smiling wryly the father thought,
but for a moment for an answer he could find.
"Oh, I'll tell you son,
love is not like dreaming,
if truth be told.
True love is known,
not as a dream,
but when one finds
that thing or person
whom for all one's life unwinds
and appears as a dream.
For when one is near this
person, thing, or beast,
one is truly alive.
That, my son,
is the essence of most precious love."
“Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.” -Zhuangzi
“Though, as the crusade presses on, I find myself altogether incapable of staying here in saftey while others shed their blood for such a noble and just cause. For surely must the Almighty be with us even in the sundering of our nation. Our fight is for freedom, for liberty, and for all the principles upon which that aforementioned nation was built.” - Patrick “Madman of Galway” O'Dell
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26 Sep 2013 19:30 - 26 Sep 2013 19:30 #119674
by Kohadre
So long and thanks for all the fish
Replied by Kohadre on topic From time to time a poem
The forest of madness
Within a dream, at times it seems, the way is not always crisp and clean.
As Alice wandered through the forest, she came upon the forest florist.
His name was the Cheshire cat, and he knew where all the paths ended at.
“Mr. Cheshire Cat, can you tell me where my path ends at?” Alice asked
“Well that all depends on where you want to go” The cat replied
“I don’t much care, as long as I end up somewhere” Alice responded
“Well then it doesn’t matter which way you choose, as it seems you have little to lose. You could go here, and visit the hatter; he’s always causing such a clatter. Or you could go there and visit the queen; she’s always doing something quite obscene” The cat said
“Well that’s no good for sure, I want a way that’s clean and pure” Alice remarked
“Such a way does not exist, you little twit. All that’s offered is what you see; you might even come to like it eventually. See the thing which to you is not yet clear, is that we’re all quite mad here” The cat said jokingly
“Well I don’t want to be among mad people, considering that we are unequal” Alice replied
“Well that can’t be helped my dear, if you weren’t mad yourself, you wouldn’t be here” The cat answered as he faded away
Within a dream, at times it seems, the way is not always crisp and clean.
As Alice wandered through the forest, she came upon the forest florist.
His name was the Cheshire cat, and he knew where all the paths ended at.
“Mr. Cheshire Cat, can you tell me where my path ends at?” Alice asked
“Well that all depends on where you want to go” The cat replied
“I don’t much care, as long as I end up somewhere” Alice responded
“Well then it doesn’t matter which way you choose, as it seems you have little to lose. You could go here, and visit the hatter; he’s always causing such a clatter. Or you could go there and visit the queen; she’s always doing something quite obscene” The cat said
“Well that’s no good for sure, I want a way that’s clean and pure” Alice remarked
“Such a way does not exist, you little twit. All that’s offered is what you see; you might even come to like it eventually. See the thing which to you is not yet clear, is that we’re all quite mad here” The cat said jokingly
“Well I don’t want to be among mad people, considering that we are unequal” Alice replied
“Well that can’t be helped my dear, if you weren’t mad yourself, you wouldn’t be here” The cat answered as he faded away
So long and thanks for all the fish
Last edit: 26 Sep 2013 19:30 by Kohadre.
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30 Sep 2013 10:08 #120070
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stood in street.
Bare foot.
Dark night.
Felt dirt and stone under my feet.
Traced over stains of oil, blood, urine.
Walked along street barefoot.
Saw my apartment from afar.
Saw neighbours.
Saw slum.
Traced hand over gutter.
Over blood and filth.
And I understood
Understood why.
Why does the cat escape?
What does it reject?
What is it looking for?
Stood in dark street.
Bare foot.
Cat comes over, lies in the gutter.
Scratching back?
Looking for attention?
Affection?
Walk down road.
Past vandalised complexes.
Past naive churches.
People walk past.
See man without shoes.
Listening to the cat's meow.
Meow for the forest of streets and gutters.
Of stains of blood and oil.
Of a chaos.
It plays song.
Yet can't find singer.
Is that what cat looks for?
what cat can't escape?
Song without singer?
It's getting darker...
Bare foot.
Dark night.
Felt dirt and stone under my feet.
Traced over stains of oil, blood, urine.
Walked along street barefoot.
Saw my apartment from afar.
Saw neighbours.
Saw slum.
Traced hand over gutter.
Over blood and filth.
And I understood
Understood why.
Why does the cat escape?
What does it reject?
What is it looking for?
Stood in dark street.
Bare foot.
Cat comes over, lies in the gutter.
Scratching back?
Looking for attention?
Affection?
Walk down road.
Past vandalised complexes.
Past naive churches.
People walk past.
See man without shoes.
Listening to the cat's meow.
Meow for the forest of streets and gutters.
Of stains of blood and oil.
Of a chaos.
It plays song.
Yet can't find singer.
Is that what cat looks for?
what cat can't escape?
Song without singer?
It's getting darker...
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08 Oct 2013 18:11 #120968
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Creepy Eyes
how once did appearance
of thou offend me
creep me skin with
crawling worms
of pure repulsion
horror to my eyes
causal to my pain
tried did i to run
in vane to where?
yet you were always
there image of my eyes
daunting, looking
peering facing
me by night, by day
damn you images
go the flip away!
but nay!
until . . .
when . . .
then . . .
came . . .
a notion
to say namaste
Namasthe?
myself did i ask
yay!
to the image
i did fear
so did i
and did yes!
my fear subside
so off me went
and namasthe’d
high and low
far and wide
til not i feared
the creepies
that dwelt inside
the mind’s made
up awful eye
how once did appearance
of thou offend me
creep me skin with
crawling worms
of pure repulsion
horror to my eyes
causal to my pain
tried did i to run
in vane to where?
yet you were always
there image of my eyes
daunting, looking
peering facing
me by night, by day
damn you images
go the flip away!
but nay!
until . . .
when . . .
then . . .
came . . .
a notion
to say namaste
Namasthe?
myself did i ask
yay!
to the image
i did fear
so did i
and did yes!
my fear subside
so off me went
and namasthe’d
high and low
far and wide
til not i feared
the creepies
that dwelt inside
the mind’s made
up awful eye
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09 Oct 2013 23:34 #121181
by Proteus
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The Book of Proteus
IP Journal | Apprentice Volume | Knighthood Journal | Personal Log
Replied by Proteus on topic From time to time a poem
Who am I, is this me?
Am I one or thirteen?
I've gone cold, hard to deal
Used to stand where I kneel
Everybody listen
Voices in my head
Everybody listen
Does yours say what mine says?
I want more, than I need
I don't know what is real
Whispering of names, faces
Uniforms I've worn
And all that is gone
Always climbing
To fall down again
Holding onto everything
It's not what it seems
I've been told, dreaming's free
Think I'll go back to sleep
Everybody listen
Voices in my head
Everybody listen
Does yours say what mine says?
Anytime I listen
Voices in my head
Everybody listen
Does yours say what mine says?
Calling out the names, faces
Uniforms I've worn
And all that is gone
Always climbing
To fall down again
Holding onto everything
It's not what it seems
- Alice in Chains (Voices)
Am I one or thirteen?
I've gone cold, hard to deal
Used to stand where I kneel
Everybody listen
Voices in my head
Everybody listen
Does yours say what mine says?
I want more, than I need
I don't know what is real
Whispering of names, faces
Uniforms I've worn
And all that is gone
Always climbing
To fall down again
Holding onto everything
It's not what it seems
I've been told, dreaming's free
Think I'll go back to sleep
Everybody listen
Voices in my head
Everybody listen
Does yours say what mine says?
Anytime I listen
Voices in my head
Everybody listen
Does yours say what mine says?
Calling out the names, faces
Uniforms I've worn
And all that is gone
Always climbing
To fall down again
Holding onto everything
It's not what it seems
- Alice in Chains (Voices)
“For it is easy to criticize and break down the spirit of others, but to know yourself takes a lifetime.”
― Bruce Lee |
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House of Orion
Offices: Education Administration
TM: Alexandre Orion | Apprentice: Loudzoo (Knight)
The Book of Proteus
IP Journal | Apprentice Volume | Knighthood Journal | Personal Log
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10 Oct 2013 12:10 #121223
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Things as Beautiful
When people see some things as beautiful,
other things become ugly.
When people see some things as good,
other things become bad.
Being and non-being create each other.
Difficult and easy support each other.
Long and short define each other.
High and low depend on each other.
Before and after follow each other.
Therefore the Master
acts without doing anything
and teaches without saying anything.
Things arise and she lets them come;
things disappear and she lets them go.
She has but doesn’t possess,
acts but doesn’t expect.
When her work is done, she forgets it.
That is why it lasts forever.
Translated by Stephen Mitchell (1988)
Tao Te Ching
When people see some things as beautiful,
other things become ugly.
When people see some things as good,
other things become bad.
Being and non-being create each other.
Difficult and easy support each other.
Long and short define each other.
High and low depend on each other.
Before and after follow each other.
Therefore the Master
acts without doing anything
and teaches without saying anything.
Things arise and she lets them come;
things disappear and she lets them go.
She has but doesn’t possess,
acts but doesn’t expect.
When her work is done, she forgets it.
That is why it lasts forever.
Translated by Stephen Mitchell (1988)
Tao Te Ching
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10 Oct 2013 13:28 #121229
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At Fifteen
The Master said, “At fifteen, I had my mind bent on learning.
”At thirty, I stood firm.
“At forty, I had no doubts.
”At fifty, I knew the decrees of Heaven.
”At sixty, my ear was an obedient organ for the reception of truth.
“At seventy, I could follow what my heart desired, without
transgressing what was right.”
~Confusious
The Master said, “At fifteen, I had my mind bent on learning.
”At thirty, I stood firm.
“At forty, I had no doubts.
”At fifty, I knew the decrees of Heaven.
”At sixty, my ear was an obedient organ for the reception of truth.
“At seventy, I could follow what my heart desired, without
transgressing what was right.”
~Confusious
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12 Oct 2013 21:04 - 12 Oct 2013 21:05 #121386
by Lykeios Little Raven
“Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.” -Zhuangzi
“Though, as the crusade presses on, I find myself altogether incapable of staying here in saftey while others shed their blood for such a noble and just cause. For surely must the Almighty be with us even in the sundering of our nation. Our fight is for freedom, for liberty, and for all the principles upon which that aforementioned nation was built.” - Patrick “Madman of Galway” O'Dell
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I stare out from beneath a tree
my tree
a tree that is closer to me than
my brother
I look out into the green gloom
my home
a home I've known for longer than
my life
From out that dark, verdant space
my fear
A bolt of lightning, pitch, and sleek
my doom
Just made that up off the top of my head? Can you guess the subject matter?
my tree
a tree that is closer to me than
my brother
I look out into the green gloom
my home
a home I've known for longer than
my life
From out that dark, verdant space
my fear
A bolt of lightning, pitch, and sleek
my doom
Just made that up off the top of my head? Can you guess the subject matter?
“Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.” -Zhuangzi
“Though, as the crusade presses on, I find myself altogether incapable of staying here in saftey while others shed their blood for such a noble and just cause. For surely must the Almighty be with us even in the sundering of our nation. Our fight is for freedom, for liberty, and for all the principles upon which that aforementioned nation was built.” - Patrick “Madman of Galway” O'Dell
Last edit: 12 Oct 2013 21:05 by Lykeios Little Raven. Reason: error
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12 Oct 2013 22:27 - 12 Oct 2013 22:28 #121390
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Awaken from the darkness
open up your eyes
see the world for what it is
it's time to realize
the moment that it hits you
the terror then begins
the darkness that was all around
was coming from within
the darkness it consumes you
the fire rages on
the light you thought once filled you up
now seems completely gone
the pain that you must suffer
it almost feels unreal
you kick, you scream, it isn't fair
the cards that fate can deal
then light begins to shimmer
from deep within the dark
hope begins to bubble up
but the pain has left its mark
the light it does not try to force
the darkness from the heart
it seeks to find the balance
that was missing from the start
for what is day without the night
or autumn without spring
the scars will never fade away
from pain imbalance brings
new chapters will be written
mistakes will still be made
debts will surely come your way
in time they will be paid
you no longer fear the darkness
coming from within
with it comes the brightest light
and high you hold your chin
~Rai
open up your eyes
see the world for what it is
it's time to realize
the moment that it hits you
the terror then begins
the darkness that was all around
was coming from within
the darkness it consumes you
the fire rages on
the light you thought once filled you up
now seems completely gone
the pain that you must suffer
it almost feels unreal
you kick, you scream, it isn't fair
the cards that fate can deal
then light begins to shimmer
from deep within the dark
hope begins to bubble up
but the pain has left its mark
the light it does not try to force
the darkness from the heart
it seeks to find the balance
that was missing from the start
for what is day without the night
or autumn without spring
the scars will never fade away
from pain imbalance brings
new chapters will be written
mistakes will still be made
debts will surely come your way
in time they will be paid
you no longer fear the darkness
coming from within
with it comes the brightest light
and high you hold your chin
~Rai
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16 Oct 2013 20:16 #121717
by Kohadre
So long and thanks for all the fish
Replied by Kohadre on topic From time to time a poem
White Sage
So I’m going on a journey, now I’m going to be free.
Crush the herb, so absurd, smoke it up and spread the word.
Let’s join hands and understand there is no room for a master plan.
No time for why’s, everybody dies
Let’s spend our time searching for bliss within our lives
Stop the war horse, no tolerance for intolerance anymore.
So sing with me
Man I’m going to be free
Leave this hate behind me
Smoke it up
Toke it up
Man you know I’ve had enough
Its time to make some changes
This world needs rearranging
Its time to make some changes
This world needs rearranging
So I’m going on a journey, now I’m going to be free.
Crush the herb, so absurd, smoke it up and spread the word.
Let’s join hands and understand there is no room for a master plan.
No time for why’s, everybody dies
Let’s spend our time searching for bliss within our lives
Stop the war horse, no tolerance for intolerance anymore.
So sing with me
Man I’m going to be free
Leave this hate behind me
Smoke it up
Toke it up
Man you know I’ve had enough
Its time to make some changes
This world needs rearranging
Its time to make some changes
This world needs rearranging
So long and thanks for all the fish
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